“I’m yours,” I gasp, bucking my hips, trying to ease him further inside of me. “I’m all yours!”
“And now everyone knows it.” His teeth sink into my neck and then in one smooth thrust, he buries himself inside of me.
I cry out, startled by the fullness, seeing stars for a moment.
“You’re my good girl.Mine,” he purrs, then licks the same spot on my neck his teeth just teased, his voice and words and teeth and tongue sending liquid heat through me until I can barely stand.
My knees weaken and I lean my weight back into him. His cock sinks impossibly deeper at the changed position and I cry out, “Please.”
“Please what, kitten?” Killian moves his hips subtly and I stretch even more around him, my core clenching down at the sensation. His free hand comes up to tangle in my hair, and he grabs at the choppy ends, twisting his fingers and pulling my head back hard until his lips are against my cheek. “Beg.”
“Please,fuck me,” I moan, and he finally does, drawing out of me almost entirely before slamming back in to the hilt.
My body presses into the wall, my cheek pressed against the rough weaving, my breasts and belly flush against the wall. Killian’s hand drops from my wrists and he grabs my hips roughly, lifting me up with every stroke, only to slam me down on top of him as he pushes in, deeper than I’ve ever felt before.
I’m moaning, sobbing almost, incoherent. Then suddenly he’s gone, and I pivot to see him moving back toward the bed.
“Get over here,” he orders, and I move before I realize what I’m doing, desperate for his hands back on me, his cock back in me. I move to get onto the bed but he catches my hips and drags me backward, bending me over the mattress, my feet on the floor, my face pressed into the plush blankets and furs.
Before I can get my bearings, he’s inside me again, driving into me faster and harder with every stroke. I try to twist to look at him and he presses me firmly into the bed with one hand, and I moan against the blanket.
“Fuck!” I cry.
He’s breathing hard now, too, his pace picking up until I can hear that hitch in his breath that means he’s going to come. I grind myself against the edge of the mattress, my swollen clit throbbing with pleasure as he slams into me again and again.
I’m so close, almost at the edge…
“Fuck, Meryn!” Killian shouts, and then he spills his hot seed inside me, filling me even more. Desperately, I try to reach my hand down to touch myself, needing my own release, but he grabs my hand and puts it back above my head.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and then pulls out, cold air rushing over my back and legs where he was pressing against me just a moment ago.
Then I feel it—his hand cups my folds, catching his come as it spills out of me. His fingers, soft but insistent, circle my clit, dip inside of me, teasing, getting me closer and closer before pulling away.
“Please, Killian, please,” I sob into the blankets as he fucks me with his fingers, my core clenching over and over, so close to the edge.
When he finally allows me my release, it rips through me like a shockwave.
Killian flips me over to face him, one hand coming up to play with my nipple lazily, then pinch it hard.
The sensation almost puts me over the edge a second time, and tears come to my eyes, my breath going ragged. Killian sees the tears well. Watches them spill over.
He says nothing—just gathers me up into his arms and pulls me fully onto the bed beside him, pillows me against his chest, holding me while I weep in silent relief.
I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
It lingers; the small kiss Killian placed on my nape as he finished tying the tiny knot at the crest of my dress’s bodice. The way his hands smoothed over my shoulders afterward. The way he kissed me again as I stepped into the passageway between our rooms, as if he needed another taste before he could let me go.
My skin shivers with his touch, memories and warm emotion swirling through my mind and dragging me back into bed with him.
When I reach my room, my heart is still thrumming. I nearly trip over my dress as I step inside. My mind is scattered as I clumsily disentangle myself from my ball gown and slip into uniform. Then I take off my mother’s opal necklace and tuck it into a safe place in my closet, wondering when I’ll ever have an occasion to wear such a precious thing again.
I pause in the middle of fastening my hair, mind drifting back to Killian’s fingers in it, pulling just roughly enough that my entire body trembled with the knowledge that I was his.
Biting the inside of my cheek lightly, I finish readying myself for the day, even though I want to linger in this place. I want to trick myself into believing that his arms are still around me.
As I move to step out into the Strategos anteroom, I finally lower the wall between me and Anassa.
