He kisses me, his tongue sliding against my lips. “Oh, we definitely will.”
And that’s a promise I don’t mind making.
I’m on top, riding him just like I promised.
His hands are on my hips, digging into the flesh, and I love it.
Killian’s gaze doesn’t move from mine.
It’s the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had.
The way he looks at me is almost too much.
My heart is pounding and not just from exertion, but from the emotions that are stirring inside of me. All of the fear, self-doubt, and worry doesn’t exist when I’m with him. It’s a safety, a sense of security, like he’d tear down the world for me.
I know that’s absolutely ridiculous. We’ve only known each other a short time and it’s very surface level, but no matter how much I tell myself these things, my heart isn’t falling in line.
No, instead, it’s running away with this idea that we could be more than this.
Killian is already taking pieces of my heart, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop him from seizing the entire thing.
“Be with me, Tessa. Right here,” Killian says, snapping my thoughts back to the moment.
And just like that, he freaking makes my point. How did he know?
How can he see inside my mind? It makes no sense.
Instead of allowing my overthinking brain to take back over, I do as he says. My hand moves to his chest, and I hold myself up, riding him at a different angle.
“I’m close,” I whisper as my body is tense.
His fingers tighten and he stops me. “Not yet. Stay still.”
I shake my head, hating him right now. “I need to move.”
“I know what you need.” He lifts me just a bit and bucks up, filling me while his thumb plays with my clit. “I’ll give it to you,” Killian promises. “I want you to come like this. Sit up straight.”
I somehow push myself upright. “Now what?”
“Feel it. Feel all of me inside you. Look at us,” he says, his eyes moving to where his dick is thrusting inside me. “Do you see that?”
I glance down at the erotic scene, how his cock is slick with my wetness as he rocks my hips, pushing it deeper inside of me. “Yes,” I groan as my orgasm teeters on the edge.
“Who is inside of you?”
I moan. “You.”
“That’s right. Who is making you feel good?”
My head drops back, my hair brushing against my lower back. “You.”
“Who’s going to make you come?”
I gasp as he slams his hips up, and the pressure from his thumb increases. “God, you!”
He keeps going, relentlessly thrusting deeper and deeper. It’s the most incredible sex I never dreamed possible. Killian drives me higher, continuing to give me more pleasure than my body can handle.
I lose myself, cresting over the precipice and drowning in ecstasy.
