My skin burns from the tips of my toes to my nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers slip beneath the black lace, pushing it aside to gain better access.
“Has any man ever made you cum without fucking you?” Killian asks, his words scratching against his throat.
He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin. Doesn’t know that no man has ever made me cum. He still thinks I made him promise not to fuck me until our wedding night because we were enemies.
There’s no point in keeping it a secret for much longer.
“No,” I say quietly. “No one has made me cum—either by fucking me or otherwise.” My eyes catch his, bearing the truth. “The most I’ve ever done is this.”
He frowns a bit, my words taking far too long to sink in. “You—” Understanding flashing in his eyes before it's replaced by something…something much darker. Balancing me on one arm, his fingers tangle in my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t lie to me,tesorina.”
“I’ve told you a hundred times before. I’m not lying.”
His grip on my hair loosens as his lips trail down my neck. I know he doesn’t fully believe me, that there’s still a part of him that thinks I’m manipulating him. His palm presses between my legs, applying the smallest amount of pressure to my clit. His hand is rough against the soft skin, making me bite back a moan.
Whatever previous, minor flings I’d had could never compare to his touch. They lacked the passion, the fire, everything Killian gives me, and so much more. Nothing has ever compared to the way he touches me, and I can no longer deny that.
“How long do you think it will take for me to get you off using just my fingers?” Killian breathes. His words are hot against my ear as he kisses up my neck. My breath catches in my throat. “Twenty seconds? Thirty?”
One finger dips between my folds, and all sense of words leaves my mind. I can’t reply even if I wanted to.
“Let’s play a game,” he purrs, trailing that finger through the wetness. “I want to see how long it takes for you to come undone.”
His finger swirls around my clit tortuously slow, toying with me. Playing with me. All I want is to feel that fucking finger inside me.
He slips one finger through my wetness, pushing it inside. My back arches as my nails dig into his hair. Groaning with pleasure and pain, my eyes flutter closed, my mind going blank with desire. This is rougher than anything I’ve ever experienced; his thrusts short but hard as he pushes against my tightness.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so goddamned tight, Cara.”
Ecstasy thrums through my veins, a numbing, breathtaking drug as he pumps his finger in and out. Hot pressure unfurls low in my stomach, my eyes rolling back at the feeling of him inside me. And when his thumb goes back to my clit, matching the rhythm of his finger…
Oh, God. Already I can feel the pressure building. How long has it been? Five seconds? Eternity? All I want is to feel that sweet release, to feel my pussy clenching around his finger as I cum. I grind against his hand, panting against his neck as he continues to fuck me with his finger. He has me so close to the edge, but I don’t want to give in just yet. Cold sweat breaks out across my skin, my teeth biting into my lower lip to keep me from getting off too soon.
His thumb presses on my clit as he slowly eases another finger inside. The extra pressure stretches me, nearly too much for me to handle. Prickles of heat explode across my skin, my vision burning at the edges. At first, he moves slowly, in and out, while I try to catch my breath. But he doesn’t stop. Warmth spreads through me, wringing every last drop of desire.
My body tenses as he finally sends me over the edge. I bite back a cry, my body tensing around his as I cum. His teeth graze my neck, his thumb continuing its never-ending assault on my clit as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me until there’s nothing left. At the last breathless second, I go limp in his arms, feeling nothing but bliss.
I can barely move, my legs feeling too weak to hold me up as he sets me back on the ground. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my mouth kissing along his neck.
He catches my hands, pinning them between us. “Enough, Cara. Unless you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”
Oh.
I hesitate. Having him get me off with his fingers is one thing, but having sex with him? Now? Am I ready for that? It would be so easy. Just unzip his pants and have him take me on my bed. But I hold back, my pride still not allowing me to give him everything just yet.
He sees my decision before I can say a word. Letting out a breath of frustration, he steps back, letting go of my wrists. Killian turns away, picking my clothes up from the floor and tossing them into my arms.
“Get dressed.”
I glance between the clothes in my hands and him curiously. “Why?”
“You can’t stay here. Not while your father is in the hospital.” He says it so casually.
“So, where am I supposed to go?” I ask, tugging on my bra and clasping it behind my back.
“With me. To my apartment.” He glances over, his eyes raking down my body. “At least for the time being.”
“I—”