I need him.
Now.
I lean in to kiss him, and hedevoursme.
Despite the grime and sweat, he tastes just as delicious as I remember, spicy and dangerous.
Ineedhim just as desperately as I needed Dylan and Brock.
I crave darkness, his light, and everything in between.
His hands work to strip me of my couture dress, and he growls as he rips the fabric off my body.
“Fuck them,” he hisses. “Fuck them for trapping you in their bullshit.”
My bra rips just as quickly, a thousand-dollar jeweled bralette falling to the floor. My panties are next, and then I’m completely nude before him.
He pulls me onto his lap, and I grind against him, so much like the first time we kissed in his bedroom.
“God, you smell good,” he hisses in my ear. “Never letting you out of my sight again. That’s right, soak yourself on my pants. Let me see a wet spot on my lap.”
I climb higher and higher as I rub my cunt on him, working myself against his obvious erection.
Hegroanswhen I bounce, and his hands reach out to pinch my nipples.
“I want to pierce these, one day,” he hisses. “Mark you fully. You’d look so fucking pretty like that, my twisted girl. Isn’t that right, baby?”
His words send me over the edge.
“Scream for me,” he hisses, slapping my breasts. “Let them hear what I do to you. Make them fucking jealous.”
I scream until my throat is hoarse. He works me through my release until his lap is soaked and I drip on the covers.
“Shower,” I choke out, once I’m able to talk again.
He gives me a wicked grin and scoops me into his arms, carrying me into the bathroom.
And holyshit.
Who knew a plane could be so luxurious?
The shower is huge, with dark tile accents, along with a wide bench. Two matching sinks are installed on the opposite side of the shower and a collection of large white fluffy towels sit on the counter.
It’s heaven, especially after what we’ve been through.
“Baby,” he murmurs, as he sets me down. “You’re shaking.”
I glance at my hands, watching as they tremble.
My teeth chatter, and I meet Killian’s concerned expression.
“I don’t…” I whisper, but he shushes and pulls me back into his arms, hugging me.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You’re still in shock, baby. I shouldn’t have pushed you earlier.”
He squeezes tightly, and I inhale his scent, taking deep breaths.
“You survived,” he whispers. “You survived, and we’re here, and we’re not going anywhere.”