Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

I try to listen to his words. I try not to think as his mouth kisses down my neck, leaving warm, wet tingles. I can’t help the tears that begin welling in my eyes. Of all the terms of endearment he could have chosen to use, I can’t believe he chose the one that reminds me of my father, the one nickname my father always used to call me .

When he sees my tears, he softly kisses them with his lips before licking up the salty liquid with his tongue .

“What’s wrong, princess? We don’t have to do this.” He tucks my hair back behind my ear before his hand softly rubs my back. “I just thought you might need it .”

“Why did you call me princess ?”

He smiles weakly at me. “Because you are one .”

“What do you mean ?”

“You’re beautiful.” He softly kisses my hand. “You’re intelligent.” He kisses my other hand. “You’re used to being taken care of.” He softly kisses me on the cheek. “You’re a little too sweet and naive.” He kisses the other cheek. “Your clothes are simple yet expensive.” His kiss brushes softly on my lips. “You should be worshipped.” He runs a hand through my hair. “You’re a princess in every sense of the word .”

I smile at how intuitive he is. He’s picked up a lot about me in the short amount of time we have been together .

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, you can call me princess .”

He wipes tears that are still visible on my cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, princess .”

I suck in a breath as he grabs the nape of my neck and kisses me hard on the lips. I moan as his tongue massages mine. His kisses are deep and intense. His kisses are full of purpose .

I hold on to his neck as he kisses me. I’m too unsure of what to do with my hands to do much else even though my hands are tingling to rip off his jacket and buttoned-down shirt to see what lies beneath them .

Instead, he lifts me and carries me to a room with a lavish bed covered in throw pillows. I land softly among the pillows. I watch as he removes his jacket and carefully places it over the back of a chair in the corner of the room. He removes his tie before he unbuttons the top couple of buttons of his shirt .

I watch as he climbs over me, but his body doesn’t touch mine. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I stare up at the beautiful man above me. I squeeze my hands into fists to prevent myself from running my hands all over his body .

He squints his eyes at me before he takes my hand and presses it against his chest. “You can touch.” He smirks at me .

Killian leans down and kisses me again, hard. It’s so hard that he sucks all the air from my chest. His hand slides up my shirt, massaging the exposed skin of my stomach. His eyes open occasionally to study my reaction when he takes everything a step further, but he doesn’t slow down or hesitate. The intensity of his stare is there every time he opens his eyes .

I let my hand slip into the opening of his shirt to feel his hard chest, but I don’t let my hands explore beyond that. His hand mimics mine, except his moves with more confidence and surety. I gasp when his hand expertly finds my nipple beneath my shirt. He slowly rubs the peak between his thumb and finger .

“Don’t think, princess. Just feel,” he whispers into my ear .

This time, I do what he says. All I feel is the intensity building inside me. He releases

my lips, and his tongue instead finds my other nipple as he lifts my shirt up .

“Oh, wow,” I moan when he flicks his tongue over it .

“You’re beautiful, princess .”

His words barely register. I can’t focus on anything but the sensations on my breasts .

His hand slips down my pants, and my heart rate increases in anticipation. He takes my pants off in one fluid motion, and then I’m exposed. My shirt is lifted high above my breasts, and my pants now lie in a pile on the floor while Killian is still completely clothed. Why the hell is he still clothed ?

When his mouth sinks lower until his tongue touches my clit, I no longer care that he is still clothed. All I care about is that he keeps doing that .

“Oh my God!” I moan louder than I probably should .

I feel his mouth curl into a smile, but his tongue never leaves my clit .

“God, don’t ever stop whatever the hell you are doing.” I breathe fast as he swirls his tongue faster and faster over my bud .