“I told you,” He growls, “Stay still.”
“I can’t,” I whine, “It feels so good.”
“Do as you’re told, and I’ll make it feel better.” He cocks a brow in challenge.
I drop back down onto the mattress and curl my fingers into the sheets beneath me, holding on for dear fucking life.
He lowers back to my pussy, his tongue drawing tight circles against my clit while one hand slips away from my thigh and a single finger begins to tease at the entrance of me. Everything tightens with the new sensation, muscles spasming as if clinging on to the new addition.
I tense up, forcing myself to remain still as he works me, playing my body like an instrument. He flicks precise strokes against my clit as he slowly slips his finger inside of me and then works it back out.
“Killian, please,” I beg.
I feel him grin against me, “You like that, baby?” Heasks.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I rush out, muscles trembling as he switches one finger for two and thrusts them inside of me.
“I feel you,” He murmurs against the slick heat of me, “You’re so tight, Savannah, so damn wet.”
“I want to come,” I swear I’m on the verge of tears.
“Not yet,” He commands, “Not until I say.”
“I’m so close,” I warn him.
“Oh, I know,” He thrusts those two fingers at a torturous pace, stretching me, filling me, “I feel you.”
“Can I move?” I ask.
“No,” He curls his fingers and teases against that sacred spot inside of me and it takes everything in me, every last ounce of power I have to remain unmoving. “Such a good girl, doing as you’re told.”
My teeth snap together as waves of pleasure pull me tight, like the string on a bow, being pulled back so far, too far.
“I command this body, don’t I, Savannah?” He kisses my clit before he sucks it into his mouth and a loud cry rips from me, “I own this pussy.”
“Yes.” I whimper.
“Always?”
“Always,” I promise. At this point I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just let me go, if he’d just release the bow and shoot the damn arrow that will bring me sweet, sweet release.
“That’s fucking right. Mine,” He growls.
There’s additional pressure as he adds another finger, stretching me further. There’s a bite of pain but nothing that can take away this burning need to reach my climax. There’s sweat on my skin and my heart gallops, stars twinkling behind my eyes.
“You can come, Savannah,” He allows, “Come all over my face, give me what is mine.” His sentence is ended with a hard press of his tongue to my clit, his hand moving faster, harder, pumping into me.
I give up trying to stay still, I physically cannot do it. My hips bear down, and my spine bows off the mattress as that wave of pleasure finally crashes. My moan is loud, even to my own ears and goosebumps erupt over my skin as my orgasm barrels through me. And Killian takes me through it, his tongue working, his hand moving to prolong it. My toes curl and fingers bite into the sheets, the pleasure almost becoming too much.
A tear slips out the corner of my eye, the intensity of my climax ripping me apart from the inside out.
Gently, he brings me down with soft strokes of his tongue and then kisses, his fingers sliding out of me before he rises between my legs.
“So fucking pretty when you fall apart for me, Tiny Dancer,” He rasps, his lips wet, eyesso dark you can’t distinguish the pupil from the iris. “You’re going to take more, aren’t you?”
“More?” I squeak.
“So. Much. More.” He punches out each word before he stands, and his hands fall to the buckle of his belt.
