I feel frozen. Torn between wanting to attack him and scream in his face. Make him admit he loves me or letting him go and releasing myself from this torment. So much push and pull. I have whiplash.
“You told me to make you forget. Did you mean that?”
“No,” I whisper. “I don’t think there is a thing you could do to make me forget you and the way I feel. You’re in my bones. In my blood.”
He steps toward me, lacing his fingers with mine. “I wish I could love you the way you want.” Dipping his head down he traces the outline of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
“I think you promised to fuck me all the way to Hell.” I smirk and he laughs.
“That what you want?”
“I want you, Killian. How many times can I say it? How many ways? How many languages you want it in? Je te veux.”
“Fuck. I don’t know what you just said but it was sexy. Say it again.”
I giggle. “Je te veux.” I kiss his lips. “It’s French. I want you.”
“One more time,” he growls.”
“Je te veux.” I grab the hem of his shirt and lift.
He swallows hard but gives me what I want, pulling the grey cotton Henley tee off. Dropping to my knees on the hardwood floor, I stare up at him through my lashes and press my mouth to his abs, teasing him with my tongue. I want to make him feel good. I want to make him smile.
Threading his fingers through my hair he forces my head up. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I undo the button of his dark jeans then grab the zipper with my teeth. Killian can say he doesn’t love me all he wants, but he’s falling for me all over again. And in moments like these where he’s vulnerable and honest I know I can’t walk away even if it’d be easier.
My man’s still in there, and I’ll bring him to the surface.
Jerking his pants down his thighs, I bring his black boxer briefs down with them. His erection springs free and about hits me in the face. I can’t stop the giggle that leaves my mouth and Killian scowls at me.
“Sorry, sir. Your sword almost hit me in the face.” I do my best to make a straight face, but he scowls harder at me. “I’m sorry.” I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his shaft. “Je te veux.” I kiss the tip of his bulbous head.
His nostrils widen and his pupils dilate. “This won't change anything.”
“Why don't you just shut up and enjoy it.” Not giving him a chance to reply, I widen my mouth and slide him between my lips. Flattening my tongue along the underside of his rigid length I suck.
“Fuck,” he lets out a hiss, tightening his hold on my hair. “Why you gotta be so damn perfect, Liri.” I know it isn't a question. I moan around him taking him further into my mouth.
Killian moves his hips and takes over. He fucks my mouth soft and slow at first. Saliva drips down my chin, and I’m eager to get him off. My mouth starts to hurt, but I don't stop. I am determined to show him how good we are together. How perfectly we fit. I’ve never made it this long before.
Popping from my mouth he stares down at me with hungry eyes. Guiding me to my feet he lifts me onto the bar. Hands on my hips he tugs on my pants. I will never regard this bar the same ever again.
“Spread your legs,” he demands, pushing my knees apart. I do as he wants. I don't believe I will ever be able to deny him. He presses me flat on my back. Sitting on the stool, his hands wrap around my ankles and he places my legs over his shoulders.
Inhaling my arousal, he kisses my clit, swirling the tip of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves pulsing so fast. Killian is feasting on me, licking my slit while fingering me at the same time.
I’m so close to getting off but I want him inside me. “I need you.”
He grins up at me from between my thighs, mouth glistening with my wetness. “Patience. It's a long ride to Hell and you gotta pay the toll.”
“Kill-ian,” the name comes out in a broken cry.
He ignores my plea, adding a second finger inside me, sliding them in and out at a leisurely pace. My knees shake, and I arch my back, moving my hips, wanting to feel his touch deeper and harder.
“Go faster.” I wiggle, but
it has the opposite effect. His mouth moves up to my stomach leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His attention switches to my breasts. Sucking my tender buds into his hot wet mouth. The act is torture. Bittersweet torture, because no man could ever make me feel the way he does. “Babe, I’m gonna die if you don't give me your cock soon.”