When he finally took her lips again, she attacked his léine, pushed it off his body, and pressed herself wantonly against him,
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she mumbled words she could barely hear. “Take me, Killian… Make me yours.”
His kiss was like nectar. She was drunk on it. Exquisitely hungry for more of it, aching for his touch.
Killian drew back from her and dropped his kilt to the ground. Lily saw him in the dimly lit room and gasped. She shivered in anticipation of what it would feel like to have him make love to her till they were both complete.
“Lily,” Killian growled when he got back to her again. He slid his fingers into her hair and tipped her head back to get access to her neck.
He kissed his way down her body from there, parted her legs further apart, and gave her one last lick before he withdrew and sheathed himself inside her.
Lily gasped from the pain she felt as his full, throbbing length entered her. Her nails dug into his skin, and his hands squeezed her buttocks, pulling her against him so he slid in some more.
“Oh…”
“Shhh… dinnae move,” Killian growled in her right ear when she failed to obey his words and wriggled her hips against him. “Oh, Lily,” he gasped, then groaned.
She felt him part her, fill her, stretch her. She cried out again when he slowly pulled out and then thrust into her again.
“Say my name,” he said, licking and biting her earlobe.
“Killian,” Lily murmured. “Oh… Killian.”
His thrusts were slow as he took her. It was more than Lily had ever imagined. Their bodies pressed against each other while locked in his study.
The air around them reflected the steam of the moment. Neither cared for their harsh breaths that filled the air or the muffled cries that followed every thrust.
Killian kissed her again, and his hands held her waist steady while he deepened his thrusts, pushing her over the edge with every slow flicker of his tongue on hers and every sweet stroke of his hardness in her dripping core.
When he thrust deeper one last time, she clung to him and cried out, clenching her thighs hard so she could enjoy the spasms that rocked through her body.
Lily felt the warmth of his passion spill into her, but he didn’t slow his thrusts. Her name on his lips was an epiphany. Her body went lax as he finally slowed his thrusts and pushed his hands into her hair to tip her head back for a kiss.
They were still panting a moment later, and her body missed his when he finally turned away. Her eyes stayed shut as he turned away from her. When she looked at him, his shoulders had stiffened, and he put on his clothes without saying a word.
Lily saw the cut on his back then, and she realized he hadn’t treated his wound since they had been attacked the previous day.
“Killian, you are wounded,” she whispered to him. “Your back.”
“It will heal,” Killian answered without looking at her.
Lily jumped to her feet and picked her clothes up from under the desk. Once she slid them on, she tamed her hair with both hands and cleared her throat.
“Killian,” she said, trying to touch him, but he avoided her touch, stepping out of her reach swiftly.
“Go to yer chamber,” Killian answered in a stiff tone, not meeting her eyes.
A chill replaced the warmth that had rocked her world some moments earlier. He ran his hands through his hair and repeated his command, his cold demeanor slicing through her.
Tears in her eyes, Lily swallowed her words and dashed out of his study.
In her chamber, she buried her face in her pillows to muffle the light sobs that wracked her. They had just shared the most insane moment of passion. Wilder than she had ever imagined.
He had made love to her and stolen her heart. So, why had he pushed her away like it had meant nothing to him?
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Killian tried to get the night out of his mind. He thought of Lily’s kiss, thought of her body beneath his and her breathless sighs. All of that consumed him while he laid out the plan of his attack.
