Again, I stick the head in, and Killian’s jaw drops as he enjoys the sensation of flesh meeting flesh.
“It’s time to admit you’ve lost, Killian. Time to letmedominateyou.”
He cringes, his expression strained as he says through his teeth, “Go to hell!”
“You bastard,” I say because he has me there; it’s all a bluff, and I’m too close to back out now. I hate that I wasn’t able to gain victory over him, but I can’t deny myself when I’m this close, and I steadily move down, allowing that cock inside me.
“Fuck yes, give it to me,” he says.
I don’t hesitate or take my time, forcing him in instead, maybe a little faster than I should because depriving him was also depriving myself. I curse as he fills me out. His hands grip my hips as I adjust to him, basking in the sensation of his cock against my prostate, delivering a sweeping rush through me. Igive myself only a moment before taking the rest of him, until I’m settled on his hips. With my eyes sealed shut, I sit with the sensations that overtake me. When I finally open them, he’s staring at me like he just wants to watch how I respond to being filled with him.
Again.
I can see why he was intoxicated with having power over me because being on top, with his cock at my mercy, it’s lifegiving. I rock my hips, enjoying the sensations that burst within me from the stimulation, but also getting off on the way his expression shifts as he experiences the pleasure of this position.
There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes, knowing he’s won yet again. And I don’t even give a damn because it feels so good to lose to him.
22
KILLIAN
That was sadistic,even for Logan. Taking advantage of me at my most fragile, attempting to force me into submission. The bastard. Fortunately, I knew he wouldn’t be able to deny me, even if he tried. I had the upper hand all along, and I’ve achieved victory. And though he’s on top, I’m still the one in control.
His body is so distracting, it gets my mind off the horror of today, and off the oppressive guilt that weighs so heavily on my heart for not being able to save my family. I need his body, need to release inside him. Right now, it feels like the only thing that can take away all this pain.
Seeing him riding my cock, thoroughly enjoying it, makes what he put me through to get here more than worth it, especially now that there’s no barrier between us. Hell, if I think too much about how I intend to breed him, I might just reach the end without much effort, so I must stay focused, drag this out as long as I can because I can’t bear the thought of ending before he’s fully satisfied.
He leans toward me, allowing some of my dick to slip out of him before rocking his hips and drawing me back in. In and out, he works into a rhythm, the subtle shifts in his expression telling me just how aroused he is from his efforts.
“That’s right,” he says. “Right there.”
As I relax, he rides me faster, his movements so deliberate, like he’s learned the perfect angle and pace to satisfy his ass. His cock bobs before him, and I take hold of it, stroking.
My cock swells inside him, his hole gripping me firmly as he keeps up his work, his gaze traveling to my lips. I push up inside him, reveling in the experience as he guides me on to the end.
I’m intoxicated by pleasure when he leans even closer, his lips taunting me.
“You want these lips?” he asks.
“Of course I do.”
He grazes them against mine, toying with my emotions.
“You want to dominate them? To own them like you want to own my body?”
The temptress again.
“Yes,” I breathe before grabbing the back of his head with my free hand and reeling him in, stealing his mouth—no, my mouth.
He doesn’t resist, lets my tongue invade his mouth, greeting his. He moans against my tongue as I push up into him farther still, his kiss giving me the strength I need. I thrust up into him as we work into a natural rhythm, my cock and tongue fucking him in sync as we move in a frenzy. I rest my hand against his nape, tensing it, his back arching more as he relaxes into my kisses.
“You can fight me all you want,” I say, “but I know what you want better than you know yourself. You want to bend to my will. You want to totally surrender to me.”
His silence is his admission.
“You want to come inside me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
