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Killian chuckles, the sound barely a rasp. “You taste that good, baby. I could just drown in you.”

Who says stuff like that?

This is, without a doubt, the best birthday I’ve ever had. And it’s not even technically my birthday yet.

I swing my leg over him, wincing at the ache in my thighs. Killian is immediately alert; nothing ever escapes his notice.

“Lie on your front. I’m going to get something to clean you up,” he says, stretching as he gets off the bed. I give myself a second just to drink him in before I do—the strong muscles in his arms, the sprinkling of hair on his chest, the thin sheen of sweat all over him. He’s still half-hard, with cum splattered on his stomach. I lick my lips.

I crawl across the bed, looking up at him through my lashes.

“What are you— Oh fuck, Scar,” he groans as I run my tongue over his stomach.

“I’m cleaning you up,” I say, licking the cum from his abs with a groan. Killian tenses and gently cups my head, sliding his hand into my hair without disrupting my ponytail. Most of the cum is on his stomach, but I run my tongue over his cock once or twice for good measure. Just in case.

Panting, Killian pulls away from me. He leans down and tilts my chin up, pressing a single kiss to my lips. “On the bed, baby, or I’m going to come in your mouth instead of that perfect fucking cunt of yours,” he murmurs against said mouth, leaving me breathless and speechless as he heads into the bathroom.

I’ve only been lying on my front for a moment when he returns with a warm washcloth, straddles my thighs, and gently cleans my back. I sink into the mattress with a happy sigh. “That feels good.”

I hear a cap opening and tense up, turning my head to try and see what he’s doing. I trust him; I’m just nosy.

“Relax, love.”

The scent of my favorite spiced apple lotion fills the room, and I watch Killian squeeze it onto his palms, warming it up before rubbing it over my shoulders. I groan, letting myself relax again. Killian massages my back, his thumbs pressing into every sore spot and slowly unknotting them. If I wasn’t so keyed up, I could easily drift off like this. My body is weightless.

He moves down my body, rubbing down my calves, the soles of my feet, my thighs. God, my thighs. He seems to like them a lot, if the time he spends on them is anything to go by, and his fingers are magic. But they don’t wander higher, and I’m aching for him.

“Kill,” I say, but it comes out more like a whine. His fingers still on the back of my left thigh.

“Yes, love?”

I lift my hips and wiggle my ass as much as I can with him straddling me. “Please. I need you.”

He runs his hands over my ass. “You have me.” He reaches across me to the nightstand, to grab a condom, and I hear him ripping the packet open. Not being able to see him is a new kind of torture.

“Pass me a pillow, baby.”

I blindly grab for one and pass it over. He squeezes my ass. “Lift up for me again.”

When I do, he slides the pillow beneath my stomach, keeping my hips lifted. He nudges my thighs apart with his knee, baring me to him, and runs the head of his cock over me.

He draws in a shaky breath before pressing into me.

“Kill,” I groan, fisting the sheets. My body takes him easily—I’m absolutely dripping for him—but he still stretches me so damn perfectly. And when he leans over, covering my body with his, he somehow slides deeper. I gasp in surprise and Killian pauses.

“Okay?”

“God, yes. Holy shit. I … How … Fuck.”

I’m a rambling mess, but I feel him smile as he presses his lips to the spot between my shoulder blades and kisses me. He moves slowly, fucking me deep and hard. I’m trapped beneath him in the most beautiful way; I can feel him everywhere. I turn my head and Killian half-kisses, half-murmurs unintelligible words against the corner of my mouth.

It feels different. Desperate but unhurried, hungry but savoring, carnal but … holy. Like this is less about our bodies, and more about our souls.

I relax my fist, flexing my fingers and reaching out, trying to find him. He covers my hand with his, enveloping me, and I cling to him. The wave starts small this time, nothing more than sea foam on the shore. Then Killian groans something that sounds an awful lot like “mine”, and it crashes, sweeping me up and turning me upside down as the orgasm fucking wrecks me.

Killian grips my hand tight as he soars with me, chanting my name like a prayer.

He’s already in bed, staring at his phone, when I finish getting ready in the bathroom. I climb in and wrap my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple. He pulls me in closer, snuggling me, before returning to whatever is on his phone screen.