“I’m yours, Killian. I’ll always be yours.” I claim his mouth and rub along his chest, tracing his pecs with my fingertips. The ring he put on my finger glistens under the light, sparkling with broken promises.
Fisting my top, he yanks it over my head and throws it across the room. Head dipping down, he bites my breast over the thin white lace cup and lets out a primal growl. Arms holding me tight to his torso he raises up and carries me to bed.
Laying back on the mattress I give myself to him. My tight dark grey pants with skulls on them are pulled down my legs. Killian stands at the edge of the bed staring at me. There’s so much intensity in his dark eyes that I can feel the flames burning me from the inside out. I go up on my knees and jerk him forward by his belt loops. “Take these off, lover.” His mouth comes down to mine, tongue slipping between my lips, kissing me breathtakingly hard. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and graze his swollen flesh with rough nibbles that nearly break through the skin.
On his knees with me on the bed, Killian reaches around to unclasp my bra. His touch is gentle and deliberate. Fingertips whispering against my skin as though they are telling me a sinful secret. Cupping a hand under my jaw, he holds me in place, gazing deeply into my eyes. The love radiating from him is enough to crush me, but it’s too late. I made my choice and he made his. This is goodbye. It has to be, because if I stay, we’ll only continue to hurt each other.
Lowering me onto my back, his body covers mine, only his jeans separate us. With sweet strokes of his tongue and lips, he teases my nipples. Roaming my fingers along his muscular back, I slide them into his jeans and squeeze his ass, digging my nails into his heated skin that burns for me.
“I want these pants off,” I tell him.
He smiles into my mouth. “Not yet. I’m prolonging this night as long as I can.”
Killian has barely touched me, and I already feel ready to explode.
“I’ll be back.” Moving off the bed he leaves the room and comes back a minute later with a cup.
“Get thirsty, did you?”
“Something like that.” I grin but his expression is serious. Using two fingers he fishes an ice cube from the cup and pops it in his mouth then places the cup on the nightstand. Back on the bed he spreads my legs and kneels between them. Mouth to my stomach, he drags the ice across my skin, slow and deliberate in his stimulating torture. Carving a path up my torso and across my chest the act is erotic and damn near leaves me in agony.
Getting another cube, he continues to toy with me. Kissing my inner thighs with cold lips.
“Killian…please.”
“Please what?”
“Make love to me.”
“No,” he rasps and crunches the cube in his mouth.
“You think you can use sex as a weapon?”
“No but I can try. I lied before.”
I stiffen as he tugs my bottoms off. “About what?”
“I do know how to cook.”
A wave of relief washes over me. I was certain he was going to say something to piss me off.
“You’re an assh-…” The word dies on my tongue when he blows on my clit then kiss me there. Capping his mouth over the sensitive skin, the cold sensation from his lips and tongue tingles against my warm skin.
“What were you saying?” He pushes a finger in me, and I gasp. “That’s what I thought.” Lips curving into a smirk he lowers his mouth on me again, and this time he doesn’t stop until I’m trembling beneath him. “We’re so good together, baby,” Killian whispers.
“I know that.” I shove his pants down and kiss his lips, tasting myself on them.
Kicking his pants off, Killian looms over me, teasing me with what I want where I desire him most. “You love to torture me,” I muse and grab his butt.
“You enjoy it.” Stroking my cheek with his finger, he claims my mouth, and thrusts inside me.
This time feels so different than every other time we’ve been together. It’s bittersweet and beautiful. Everything that true love should be but it’s also cruel.
This man who has brought me such pleasure and pain keeps his gaze on mine the entire time and when he comes, he cries. “Tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you’re not going. Tell me you’ll be mine. Stay with me, baby. Don’t go.”
“I’m yours, Killian, I’ll always be yours, but I can’t stay. You can’t see it now, but you need me to go. I love you enough to make that choice even if you hate me for it.”
Burying his head in the crook of my neck, his hot tears flow onto my skin, and he goes hard again inside me. Bowing my back, I arch into him. Soft and slow we move together. Teeth biting into me, he increases his pace. “I’ll fuck you into next week,” he growls and bites me again. I shove at him and roll him to his back. Straddling his hips in a backwards cowgirl position, I sink down on him, unable to meet his eyes, because I know the moment he goes to sleep, I’ll be out that door.