“Regina…”
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “Just feel me. I’m right here.”
He starts to move. Slow at first, then faster as the rhythm takes over. I match him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to meet his, my nails dragging down his back. The bond between us is wide open now. I can feel everything he’s feeling.
The pleasure, the fear, and more than anything, the desperate love that’s been eating him alive.
And he can feel me.
How much I want him.
How completely I trust him, even now, even knowing what’s spreading through his veins.
Halfway through, he freezes.
His whole body goes rigid. His eyes squeeze shut and I feel him fighting something through the bond, a surge of darkness that terrifies him.
“Killian?”
“I can’t…” His voice is strangled. “I’ll hurt you.”
“Look at me.” I cup his face in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Look at me. I’m right here, I see you, and I’m not afraid. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He grimaces. “You don’t know that.”
“Yes. I. Do.” I kiss him, a soft and grounding brush of my lips on his. “Feel me through the bond. Feel what I feel and you’ll know I’m not scared. I’m with you. I love you. Nowmove.”
He takes a shuddering breath, and then he starts moving again.
This time there’s no hesitation or fear. The two of us are tangled together on a cold roof under a darkening sky, holding onto each other like we’re the only real things left in the world.
I feel that familiar pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter. Killian’s thrusts are getting faster. His hand finds the place where we’re joined, fingers working my clit in tight circles that make me buck harder against him.
“Come for me,” he growls against my ear. “Let me feel you, beautiful…”
I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me, pulling a cry from my throat that probably carries all the way to the mansion. Killian’s thrustsgrow faster. I feel his knot pressing against me with each one, the familiar stretch that never quite comes to fruition, and then?—
Oh.
Oh,fuck.
His knot slips into me, finally, and we both freeze. His body goes still and rigid above mine and I see the genuine fear in his eyes as he looks down at me. “Did I?—?”
Did he hurt me?
It does hurt in a way I wasn’t expecting. Not the burning, panic-inducing pain I would expect from taking a knot without planning it, but a dull, deep ache that just borders on too much without ever crossing the threshold.
And the heat of him inside me, combined with the afterglow of my recent orgasm, helps me relax enough to take him, the ache already giving way to something that’s actually…
Pleasant.
I press my lips to his again, letting the kiss be my answer as I weave my fingers into his hair. He shudders as they travel down his neck, my nails raking over the sensitive flesh as I arch my body into his and draw him deeper.
“F-fuck,” I breathe against his ear. “That’s a tight fit.”
“You have no idea,” he groans, another shudder running through his powerful frame.
