The growl in his voice causes my pussy to pulse with need.
“Yes. I understand.”
A look of relief crosses his features as he speaks calmer than before.
“Thank you, baby. I think I’d die if I couldn't have you right now. I need you like I need the oxygen in my lungs. It’s not a craving anymore—it’s more than that. A hunger so intense it’s debilitating.”
He places soft kisses on my neck before dragging his tongue from under my ear all the way to my collarbone.
“Are you ready to come for me? I won’t be gentle like my brothers. That has not changed. I’m going to fuck you like you’re my own personal whore. Because you are. Aren’t you, Killer?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KILLIAN
“Yes. Please, Killian.”
I lean down to kiss her, and she bites my lip hard, piercing the flesh. I groan as I press my lips to hers and push my tongue inside her mouth. A hint of copper fills my mouth along with the taste of her. My blood on her tongue shouldn’t turn me on.
I shouldn’t be tempted to grab my knife and slice myself open.
And I definitely shouldn’t want to do the same thing to her.
I like the idea of her swallowing and having my life force in her body. And I crave having hers in mine.
Too much too soon, Killian. Pace yourself, asshole.
Heather reaches down and squeezes my cock through my shorts, eliciting a groan to erupt from my throat.
“Please, Killian. Fuck me. Now.”
I drag my tongue over her collarbone down to her tits. Taking one nipple into my mouth and flicking slowly over her perfect bud causes her to moan, and my brain nearly short-circuits. The needy sound of her voice has me ready to explode in my shorts.I take a deep breath, attempting to center myself. Continuing down her body, I grip her skirt on either side.
“Legs up.”
I pull her skirt over her hips and down her legs before doing the same with her pretty purple lacy panties. Tossing the skirt behind me, she watches me as I hold her panties to my face and inhale.
“Oh, my God,” she says with a blush to her cheeks as I lick the fabric, cleaning up the wet spot I created.
“Mmm. Very tasty, Killer. Let's see if it’s better coming from the source.”
She scrunches up her nose at me and shakes her head.
“You’re filthy, Killian.”
I chuckle as I push her legs back.
“Is that a complaint?”
“No,” she’s quick to respond. “I’m quite fond of your dirty mouth.”
Kneeling between her legs, I allow my gaze to travel down her body slowly, stopping briefly every few minutes to fully appreciate the goddess before me. I blow on her clit, and she whimpers for me, my name falling from her lips in a desperate plea.
“Killian.”
I swipe my tongue over her swollen clit, and she grabs the back of my head, pushing my face down against her pussy. The sweet scent that’s all her invades my senses and nearly tips me over the edge.
I push two fingers inside her as I lavish her clit with fast licks and try to memorize the sounds of her moans as she digs her nails into my shoulders. Heather thrusts her hips up, fucking my fingers back. I know she’s close when her pussy clenches down on my fingers.
