This is forever.
I moan as I suck harder on her swollen nipple, making her cry out before I turn my attention to the other.
“Killian,” she breathes, making me smile.
I slide off at the foot of the bed, very carefully pulling away the pajama shorts that she’s wearing. She swallows nervously. Her beautiful green eyes are sparkling like liquid pools. My heart squeezes in my chest almost painfully. She’s perfect, too perfect for me—but there’s no way in hell that I can give her up.
She was made for me. The way she responds to my touch proves that to me when nothing else could. I hold one of her legs loosely in my hand. The last thing I want to do is ruin this by hurting her. I begin letting my lips move over her skin. It’s warm, slightly salty, and a lot sweet. Nothing has ever tasted better. I know I will crave having my lips on her body for the rest of my life. I begin kissing up her leg. There’s no path or direction, just a deep-seated need to kiss every inch of her delectable body. I let my tongue slide against the skin I just kissed, marking her as mine—even if she doesn’t realize it. I move back on the bed slowly, keeping one hand on her leg that’s lying on the bed, the other lifted a few inches as I lavish attention on it. I raise it a little more kissing along the back of her kneecap. Her body jerks, and she audibly gasps.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask, not moving because I’m afraid she’s already in pain. “I… that felt good,” she explains, her voice definitely sounding surprised. Just because I can, I lick and kiss along the obvious pleasure point for her again. I allow myself to move up further, not stopping until I get to her panties. I lean down, kissing the soft vulnerable flesh of her stomach, letting my teeth nibble teasingly because, once again, I’m fighting the urge to mark her skin, score her flesh as a brand, a sign of ownership that no other man can deny. I lay her leg down against my thigh as I look at her. Then, I move my head between her legs, dragging the scent of her wet sex into my lungs and licking my lips at how fucking good she smells.
“Oh, God,” she groans as she shivers. I press my fingers against her panties, the wetness I find there can’t be denied—even through the soft, silky fabric. I lean in again, my nose pressing against her center, pushing against her wet, hungry flesh. I find I’m both enjoying her panties being a barrier to her sweet pussy and cursing them, too. “You’re torturing me, Killian,” she whimpers, echoing my thoughts. I don’t bother denying it. I am. I’m torturing us both in the best way possible.
“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll give you what you need soon—what we both need,” I promise. I slide my fingers on either side of the waist band of her panties. I grin at her then proceed to rip the fabric. She gasps in surprise, her eyes going round in shock. I don’t break eye contact, not even as I bring the ruined fabric to my face and breathe it in. Instantly, the scent of my woman’s desire fills me. Her cheeks deepen in color. I don’t want to embarrass her. I wonder what her reaction would be if I gave into my instincts and put them in my mouth?
Instead, I reach over and put them on the nightstand. The fabric can wait. I have the real thing to attend to. I go back to pressing my face against her sweet pussy, kissing her swollen, wet lips, and gathering the juices I find there. God, she tastes like hope and life…
Like forever.
The bridge of my nose presses against her entrance as I run the tip of my tongue all around her entrance. I use my fingers to pull her lips apart, opening her to me completely. I feel her body vibrate from my touch. I can literally see her getting so fucking wet it’s like a tiny waterfall of pre-cum coating her. The tiny button of her clit calls to me, and I suck it in my mouth, pressing it firmly between my lips as I slide my fingers inside her pussy. I don’t go deep—not yet.
But that’s definitely coming.
“Oh God, Killian, that feels so good,” she cries, her body jerking under me as I continue licking at her clit and rocking my fingers into her tight opening.
Every sound coming from her is a rush of heat going straight to my cock. Knowing I'm the first and only man that will ever know how sweet she tastes or how hungry she is for me is a precious gift that I will never take for granted. It’s all I can do to keep from claiming her right now, wanting to feel her tight pussy squeezing my cock—a cock stained with her virgin blood and becoming part of me.