I picture how powerful he must look, hammering into me from behind in all his thick, muscled glory, and my whole body blushes.
Every slap of his hips against my throbbing ass forces a spark of pain alongside the pleasure of being fucked so thoroughly and before long, obscene sounds are falling from my lips.
Every thrust pushes a moan from my lungs and every withdrawal pulls in a desperate gasp of air. He pants behind me, grunting every so often with the force of his thrusts as his hand burns like an anchor in my hip, while his fist in my hair keeps me suspended should my own arms fail me.
It’s inevitable. I can’t keep myself up, the pleasure is too intense. Every nerve of my body is on fire. I can barely focus on anything other than his cock barrelling into me, inching me closer and closer to the release building in my gut.
“Killian—!” I moan as my elbows go lax and my back bows as the only thing keeping me from face planting the bed is his grip in my hair.
Rather than releasing me, Killian uses his grip to push my head down onto the bed, half smothering me in the sheets below as his iron grip on my hip remains in place. He bows my body, placing his weight behind the grip in my hair andfinallyreleasing the hand on my hips, leaving throbbing pain in its place as if his hand is still there.
I twist my fingers back into the sheets as a pulse of loss beats in my heart. I want to touch him but from this angle, it’s impossible.
The new angle allows Killian to fuck deeper and drive himself harder against me, his balls slapping into my pussy with lewd, slick sounds on every thrust. His right hand, having left my hip, grazes nails down my thigh, then back up to stroke around to my abdomen. He leaves a trail of fire down to my pussy where his fingers locate and immediately twist my clit so sharply that I can only scream as my pleasure reaches a breaking point.
My scream chokes off as my orgasm hits like a punch, every muscle in my body tightening so fiercely that Killian himself yelps suddenly, a sharp sound that melts into a sultry moan as wave upon wave crash through me.
Heat smothers my face as my breath bounces back at me from the sheets and still, Killian continues to fuck me through each pulsing tremble of ecstasy that cascades inside me.
“That’s it,” Killian’s voice drifts darkly from behind me and he pinches my clit again as my core clenches and ripples around his pounding cock. The pain forces me to jolt away from his touch but he follows, twisting that delicate pleasure nub until Isobout the last rocking wave of my orgasm.
Too much, it’s too much!
Then Killian cums. He slams deep, draping over me like a weighted blanket as he trembles and moans, and heat floods inside me. He grinds into me as if trying to bind us together, one and complete, and his shudders mirror my own until finally, he lets out a deep breath and slumps. His weight bears down on me but I can’t move my hips, not with those controlling fingers still pressed over my swollen clit. My body trembles, unsure if there will be more or if Killian is satisfied.
As sense trickles back into my mind, I know I am.
Holy shit.
“Better?” Killian rumbles in my ear and his lips tease around the shell as I nod dumbly.
“Much,” I croak and I close my eyes again, soaking up the warmth seeping from his own body.
After a moment, Killian slowly gets up and pulls his softening cock from my pussy, then he gently pushes at my hip until I fall onto my side on the bed. I lay there, panting as he pads away into the bathroom. Every muscle and nerve throughout my body twitches high with desire and my heart thrums so hard the vibrations seem to nestle under my tongue. My pussy aches but it’s agoodsensation, so good that I clench my thighs together for another pulse of pleasure and I have to swallow my moan behind my teeth.
Killian returns a moment later with a glass of water and some towels, setting them beside me in the bed. I stare up at him as he leans over me, his hand coming up to brush a few strands of hair away from my forehead.
God, what this man does to me.
Killian is gentle in helping me clean up with the towels but he’s more insistent when pressing the glass of water into my hands, staring at me until I’ve drunk every last drop. The liquid is cool and I realize I’m terribly thirsty the moment the liquid hits my lips.
Killian cocks a brow with a knowing look as I hand the empty glass back and wipe the corners of my mouth.
“Thank you,” I say and the words almost catch in my throat. Post orgasm, my limbs are sore and my eyelids are heavy. I have to fight to keep my eyes open.
“Always,” Killian smiles and he sets the glass aside before sliding into the bed and offering up an arm for me to cuddle under. How can I resist?
I snuggle up to him with ease, resting my head on his chest and tucking against his comforting form as the sound of his strong heartbeat fills my head. Killian’s hand lazily strokes patterns into my upper arm as the world around us stills and quiets and eventually sleep steals over my husband, his hand falling still.
Despite the weight in my eyes and the post-orgasm relaxation in my heart, sleep doesn’t come. Not even the steady thump of Killian’s heartbeat can lure me to sleep.
I’m stuck awake, drifting between too many thoughts that slowly begin to reignite the pressure of grief in my chest.
The funeral is tomorrow and I have no idea how I will get through it.
5
CARA