I giggle again, looking up at him from where I’m bundled in my bed. His eyes are so pretty. He’s always been so pretty.
“Will Sleeping Beauty give her brave knight a goodnight kiss?”
I roll my eyes and pucker up, expecting a peck, but his lips are gentle as they touch mine. Soft. Warm. We breathe each other in for a silent, stolen moment. When he pulls back, I see the same heated, hesitant anticipation that mirrors my own, and with the next breath I lift my mouth to his. He parts his lips for me in invitation. And then—I pull my arms out from under the sheets and wrap them around his neck, grasping his hair and pulling his head back to break our kiss. That silent, stolen moment stretches between us, broken only by our heavy panting as we wait for… something. Anything.
He groans and captures my lips once more, only this time his weight pins me beneath him as this foreign, frantic need for more seizes us. His tongue coaxes mine, asking permission, as he pulls down the sheet hiding my breasts, trailing kisses down my neck and laving my heated skin with his tongue. He cups my breasts and takes my hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking, biting, licking, playing with my piercings. Over and over again, switching between the two when the sweet torture becomes too much to bear. I can feel the hard bar of his cock as he grinds between my legs over the sheets, and my legs fight to get free, desperate to open for him. I cry out when he grazes my nipple with his teeth and cover my mouth to stifle the sounds my neighbors can surely hear, but he pulls my hand away, growling.
“I’ve waited too fucking long to hear what you sound like when you cum, don’t you dare take this away from me.” His voice, desperate and rough, drives my lust even higher as he continues this onslaught on my reddened, hardened peaks. When my hips lift of their own accord to grind against him, he squeezes my wrist—a clear command to stay put—while undoing the button of his jeans and wrestling them off with his feet. The frenzied struggle to remove his clothes tears off the sheet tangled around my legs until I’m finally laid bare before him, illuminated by a beam of white moonlight shining through the gaps in my curtains. There’s awe in his eyes as he sits on his knees, hard cock jutting from his boxer briefs.
“Christ,” he exhales sharply as he takes in my body, eyes moving around like he doesn’t know where to look first.
“Your turn,” I demand. His breathy laugh is muffled when he reaches behind his head with one hand and pulls his shirt off, and then I’m doing the same to him—raking my eyes over the hard planes of his tanned stomach, watching as his chest heaves with every labored breath. The shard of moonlight draws my gaze to the spot of wetness spreading from the tipof his cockhead, and the irresistible compulsion to touch him possesses me. I reach for his underwear, stroking his hard length through the thin fabric, and his eyes flutter shut as he groans and tilts his head back. He thrusts his hips against my palm, desperate for friction and pressure. When I pull down his waistband and circle my hand around his length, he posts one arm against the wall next to my bed to support himself. I rub his crown with my thumb, swiping through the leaking pre-cum dripping from his slit and spread it around his head, which makes him shudder and curl in on himself.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, and practically rips his underwear off while I’m still caressing him with my hand.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask when I bring my other hand to work him, alternating twisting motions and pressure.
“I have a rune. I’m—firing blanks,” he says breathlessly, watching my tits push together with every flick of my wrists. I take one hand and reach between my legs to gather my own desperate, slick arousal and coat his cock, pumping more precum from his flushed head. When the clear liquid drips from his slit, I swipe it off with my finger and bring it to my mouth.
“You taste so good,” I moan. Like a switch, his simmering lust boils over into primal urgency. Faster than I can blink, he puts both my legs over his shoulders and dives between my legs, sucking my clit into his hot mouth, making my back arch into him.
“So do you,” he moans. I whimper as heat radiates through my pelvis, but it’s not enough.
“Fingers. I need your fingers,” I whine, begging for him to fill the empty ache threatening to destroy me. He swipes a finger through my dripping arousal and slowly pumps in and out of me in a maddening rhythm, crooking his finger to massage my g-spot.
“More. More inside,please.” He quickly pulls his hand away and brings two fingers to his mouth, wetting them before covering my pelvis with his other hand and slowly pushing into me.
“Let me in, baby, please let me in,” he pleads as the stretch burns. I spread my legs to ease his entrance, drawing him into me. “Oh, such a good fucking girl,” he groans when his knuckles meet my pubic bone, while his other hand starts to press down, putting pressure on my pelvis just as he massages my g-spot with his fingers from the inside.
I nearly lift off the bed when he presses his thumb into my clit, shying away from the torturous pleasure he’s wreaking on my body even as he pulls me into him so I can’t escape.
“Gimme one, baby. You can do it. I want at least one before I fill that pretty pink cunt.”
I whimper desperately and shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes you fucking can,” he growls. He starts to thrust more forcefully until his knuckles hit my pubic bone and his fingers work my swollen pussy over, desperate to get deeper. It takes only moments for him to coax my body past the point of no return, hurtling towards the sweet agony of pleasure that floods my veins. Sounds I’ve never heard before are pulled from my throat as my head spins and my body shakes uncontrollably.
He walks over me on his knees, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he fists his cock. “Yes or no?” he whispers, tearing his eyes from my flushed pussy.
This my chance to say no. To take the W and kick him out before this goes further. But the promise of more, of allowing him to own my body from the inside out until I’m nothing but a messy, desperate wreck is too much to resist. I can’t. I want it so fucking badly. I wanthim.
“Yes,” I pant, and the dark fire in his eyes rages with triumph. “Please, Killian—” He interrupts my begging with a hard kiss ashe positions his cock at my entrance, slowly rubbing his head through the slick arousal of my first orgasm. When he pushes in, the stretch is?—
Everything.
It’severything.
“So fuckingtight,” he groans into the crook of my neck. With his hands, he holds my hips in place and pulls back, then presses into me little by little.
“So thick,oh fuck—” I gasp.
“I have you, just breathe baby, just—” he cuts off with a moan, biting my neck as my pussy finally yields, and our hips meet as he sinks all the way inside of me. I can’t stop shaking and tears stream down my cheeks, but he turns and kisses them away.
“I know, I know,” he whispers softly as I squirm beneath him to ease the ache between my legs. He brushes my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead and holds my cheek, rubbing my nose with his and softly kissing me. When our eyes meet, something in my soul whispers a prayer into the night for two sinners, searching for salvation. For promises that can’t be kept. Our eyes close when he rests his forehead against mine.
“Ready?” he whispers, and I nod, gasping in despair as he leaves the tight heat of my body.
The emptiness feelswrong.
