I want so badly to believe him and hope it isn’t a line to just get into my pants.
We continue to kiss but it isn’t enough. I want more. I know I’m in trouble here with him. I don’t know if I have enough control to tell him no. His finger strokes my breast over my shirt. I wiggle beneath him, squirming with desires I’ve never felt before.
“Killian,” I breathe out his name.
He bunches up my shirt and pulls it up over my head. His mouth leaving a trail of fire down my torso and back up to my mouth. Warmth pools between my thighs. I grab his hand and press it to the heart of my desire.
“Touch me.”
His gaze burns into mine and he pulls away. “I can’t.”
“What?” My heart drops.
“If I start, I won’t want to stop.”
“I trust you.” I weave my fingers with his.
“Don’t tempt me, Liri.” He says my name as if he is in physical pain. I know I am. There’s an ache between my thighs that won’t be soothed until he gives me what I want.
I swallow hard shocked by my own actions. “Then if you won’t do it I will.”
His jaw ticks as I slip my other hand inside my panties.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You are an evil temptress.”
I pout and he covers my hand with his.
“I need you,” I whisper into his mouth and kiss him deeply. His tongue moves with mine in sloppy strokes and heavy breaths pass between us.
Killian gives into me.
His finger slides through my slick heat. And when he hooks it inside me, I cry out.
Killian pull back to look into my eyes, and I feel like I am burning from the inside out.
“You have no idea the things you are doing to me, Liri.” He continues to please and tease me until I am unraveling at the seams. My body arches into his hand. My breathing quickens in rapid succession with my pulse. Killian moves his finger faster and faster until pleasure erupts in my core. I shudder, squeezing his thick digit within my walls.
Kissing my forehead, he lays next to me breathing merely as hard. I feel like those pesky butterflies have carried me away to a far-off place in a dreamlike trance.
Reaching over I skip my fingers along the waist of his pants and undo the string. “I want to touch you,” I tell him. “But you’ll have to guide me.”
“I can do that,” the words leave his lips in a hiss.
Inching my fingers inside his pants, I meet his heated flesh. My thumb brushes the underside of the bulbous head, and I wrap the rest of my fingers around him, unable to fully grip him. “Like that,” he encourages, as I stroke him. I know I’m not skilled enough to please him like this. I move over him and straddle his crotch, rubbing the thin layer of my panties over the head of his erection.
“God, Liri,” he moans my name and it sends a wave of pleasure and pride shooting through me. “Don’t stop.” He grips my hips and I grind against him. His manhood presses up so hard that it almost feels as though he is inside me, and I know that one day soon, I’m going to give him all of me and he’s going to destroy me.
Killian rolls us over. He looms over me gripping his thickness in his fist, jerking against my belly. His essence washes over me in hot spurts. His lips come down on mine. “You’re going to be the death of me, Liri Hart.”
I can’t stop the happiness that fills me at his words. I’m falling fast and hard. There’s a nagging voice in the back of the head that sounds a lot like my mother telling me to be careful and protect my heart, but it is far too late.
He takes my shirt and rubs it over my stomach.
“Hey, what am I supposed to sleep in now?”
“This.” He snaps my bra strap.
“I need to go the bathroom and brush my teeth and stuff.,” I complain.