A second later, his hands are on my hips, and he’s lifting me up onto the counter without breaking our kiss. Even seated he still towers over me, but from here, I can wind my arms around his neck and pull him down to devour me further. I arch my body into him, and his thick arms wind around my back, pressing our naked torsos together.
Then he moans into my mouth.
It’s a thick rumble that vibrates through him, and Ifeelit. My core clenches and I want to press my thighs together to soak up the sensation, but he’s between them now and my knees press tight at his hips instead.
He smirks at me.
Then bites down.
Plain flashes through my lower lip, and I cry out, jerking my head away on instinct and when I glance up at him, he’s licking a few droplets of blood away from his lips with a dark curl of his lips.
I tenderly touch my lower lip with the tip of my tongue, feeling the warmth of blood. He’s re-opened the split there, and he looksproudof himself.
“Now it’s my mark,” he says, and I can’t respond because he’s passionately kissing me again and the taste of whiskey mixed with the tang of blood makes me moan in delight.
Should I beashamedthat I like it?
It’s hard to think clearly. Instead, I try to focus on the present, the gift of being here with him like this right now. I thread my fingers into his thick, dark hair, gripping tight enough to draw another vibrating moan from his throat. Then our lips part and his teeth find my neck. The feeling of his hot lips and tongue running across my over-sensitive skin, planting kisses as if I’m something preciousandsomething to be consumed all at once, has me desperate for him like never before.
“Killian….” His name slips from my lips like a prayer, and his teeth nip at my shoulder.
“I like how you say my name,” he mutters huskily, and then his mouth resumes its path along my trachea. It takes all my strength to remember how to breathe as heat wraps around me like a wool scarf warming me on a cold winter night.
His rough hands caress my sides, as his mouth travels across my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts, and Icraveit. With every touch, he replaces the feelings of my captivity with a burning fire.
A hand grasps my left breast while his mouth swallows up my right, and I arch into the heat of his mouth as it pulls a cry from my throat. He teases my nipple with his tongue, trapped in the heat of his mouth, and then he bites downhard. It’s another flash of pain mirrored by his fingers roughly twisting my other nipple, and pleasure spears right to my core, making my pussy clench. Killian leans into me, the pressure of his grip pressing me down flat onto the countertop.
I arch off the table again, like a bow spring being pulled too tight.
Pleasure and pain are surely the same?
He leaves my nipple aching, throbbing at the loss of his mouth, but I don’t care as he licks back over my body to reach my mouth, to kiss me,hard, like he can’t get enough of how we taste together. His tongue darts out tenderly over the throb on my lower lip like a reminder of what he’s done and a promise of what’s to come. My hands bury themselves deeper into his hair, pulling tight like reins as if I have any control over what he does to me. I’m torn with my desire to keep him right there with me, draped over me like a weighted blanket. Still, the comfort in my chest swirls with the passion he’s ignited, and I also want to push him down until that devilish mouth is weaving sin between my legs.
The kiss breaks and he smirks down at me, causing my already pounding heart to skip a beat. Then he grazes his teeth over my burning skin and bites his way down my body. It’s like he’s leaving a path, claiming me piece by piece and signposting his possession as he explores the uncharted territory. He kisses past my navel, and my grip in his hair loosens, strands slipping from my fingers as his breath nears my center. Anticipation has my muscles weak, and the urge to turn away from his gaze surges through me as if I have anything left to hide.
My legs shift, and his teeth sink hard into my hip, an order to keep still. It makes me yelp, a sound I didn’t even know I had inside me. I need something to hold onto, something to give me stability, and I have no choice but to raise my hands over my head and grip the opposite side of the counter. As I do, I feel him pause again, and my heart leaps.
What’s wrong? Is he just teasing me?
He’s so close I can feel his every breath like a ghost touch against my pussy, warmth brushing over my soaked pussy like the lightest of caresses. My muscles clench so hard my stomach aches, and I can’t contain my whimper of need.
“Begfor it,” he demands firmly, and his mouth finds the inside of my thigh in a biting kiss that lights a burning cold fire all the way up the inside of my leg.
I let out another yelp, and my trembling thighs automatically clench together. I trap him there for a moment until those rough hands trail over my over-sensitive skin and pry my legs apart, exposing me to his gaze once more. My heart skips a painful beat, then again as I can’t get my tongue to work properly
“Please,” I beg desperately, “Killian, please, I need you! Touch me,please!”
Why does it flow so easily?
My body sings sharp and hot with the marks he has written into my skin, amplified with every breath I take as if my lungs might rip out of my chest and leap right into his hands. And yet I’m freer than I’ve ever been in my life.
He hasn’t moved, and my core throbs harder with each passing second, waiting to see if he’s pleased, if I’ve done enough to be granted a touch.
His tongue sweeps against me hard and desperate, and my body explodes with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. I nearly cum right there and then.
The counter creaks faintly under the strength of my grip. I twist my body, my hips shifting against his eagerly lapping tongue as he licks through my folds in earnest, like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.I’m too sensitive yet so close, I think as his strong hands curl around my thighs, his fingertips digging hard into my flesh as he keeps my thighs apart no matter how hard I flex against his pleasurable assault.
Oh god, it’s too much!