He grants me a brief rush of pleasure before his fingers curl beneath my underthings and pull, stripping me entirely naked save for my shirt where it’s trapped at my shoulders.
“Every single time,” he tells me as he pushes my legs farther open. “You’re naked.”
I moan. Just those two words sent me into a spiral of lust. He sees it and sates it. Killian leans over me and slides a finger through my folds. He sinks deep into me, his long fingers reaching deeper than mine ever could.
Then his thumb, pressing my clit. And I moan again, tears welling in my eyes. Already, my body is swelling with need. The sound of his fingers is so fucking filthy.
“Just like this. Naked and spread on my throne as I touch you. And your moans echo through the throne room,” he says right in my ear. “You are my queen, Meryn,” he pants. “All mine.”
The short time it takes him to rip his shirt from his shoulders has me writhing, trying to pull him in with my legs, doing everything I can not to beg for his fingers back.
He falls over me, pressing his chest to mine. I’m breathless from the slide of his heated skin on mine. I arch against him, pressing my breasts to his chest so that I can feel the tiny spikes of pleasure it causes me.
“Let’s hear that voice now,” he says, still stroking me towards my climax.
I shake my head and bite at my lip.
“Still being a stubborn little kitten, then,” he says. His taunting chuckle makes me wild. He kisses me, and it earns another groan. I’m fully riding his hand now. “You want me?”
I nod. My chest heaves, my insides tightening and tightening. It’s good. It’s sofuckinggood.
And then it stops. Killian leans away from me and removes his hand entirely. I was about to come, and the sensation slips away and sinks back into my muscles, unsatisfied.
“Killian,” I beg.
“She speaks,” he says with a laugh. Then I watch as he lifts his hand, the one that was inside me, and sucks his fingers into his mouth. Watching it, my climax flutters back to the surface. Shivers pass back and forth over my entire body. And it gets even more torturously perfect.
He leans back on the mattress and frees himself from his pants. My mouth waters as he strokes slowly over his cock, his eyes raking over my body, pausing at my breasts before settling between my legs where I’m still parted and soaked for him.
I clench around nothing and whimper.
“I want to hear you ask for it, Meryn,” he tells me. His voice is husky.
I yank my hands. I don’t know whether I want my hands to break free so that I can grab him or if I want them to remain trapped. All I know is that I like this delicious push and pull. He’s drawing me out. Drawing out the parts of me that I usually keep in the dark.
“Please,” I manage. I pull my thighs closer to my body, opening myself up, testing his will.
But he just smiles. “Please what?”
“Killian,please.”
“Say it, Meryn.”
A strangled growl rips from me, and then I break. “Please, fuck me,” I say. It’s a whine. A needy keen. And I don’t fucking care. I’m not afraid to throw this desperate part of me into his hands.
“You’re mine,” he says, drawing closer.
“I’m yours,” I repeat submissively. “Yours.”
“My queen.”
“Your queen,” I whimper, nodding.
Killian slams into me to the hilt. I cry out at the sudden feeling of being split apart. Emotion pours from my chest, broken loose from the force of it. Tears streak down my face as his hands close punishingly hard around my thighs and his hips start to slam his cock deep, again and again.
I’m barely strong enough to push back now, but I try. Deep need has me struggling to match his pace, pushing myself forward to receive everything he’s giving me.
I grip the belt and lift myself off of the mattress, using my legs to meet his thrusts. Killian growls and bends over me, biting the same spot on my neck as the wild, borderline violent thrashing of his hips drives me against the headboard.
