"Goddamn," he growls, pushing away from the door with his hands.
I cry out, afraid I'm going to fall, but he holds me like it's easy, moving us until I'm sprawled out on the cool hardwood. He spreads my thighs wide, holding them down. His tongue swipes through my folds again, striking against my clit with startling precision. I grow wetter, wilder, more desperate. The cold wood at my back does nothing to cool me down. There is an inferno raging inside me, growing bigger by the minute.
I've touched myself before, but I already know what's coming is more massive than anything I've ever felt before. It's going to destroy me, leave me in broken, jagged little pieces. I guess it's a good thing I'm already in the floor.
He seams his lips around my clit, pushing one finger inside me, and then another. He fucks me with them hard, not letting up. He's relentless, implacable. God, he's a machine.
I scream his name, bursting apart at the seams. My climax hits hard, blinding me with pleasure. I sob, writhing my way through it. I lose myself in it and the overwhelming peace it sends careening through me. Everything falls away except the pleasure. And there is so much of it. My God. He really is ruining me.
I love it.
When I come back to myself, Killian's on his knees between my thighs, naked. His cock is long and thick, the head almost purple. He's so much bigger than I'm prepared for. Jesus, he's going to split me down the middle with that thing. I want him to do it. So badly I tremble beneath him.
"Killian," I whisper.
"Fucking perfect," he grunts, leaning forward to kiss my belly and then nip at my waist. He shoves his hands under my ass, yanking me toward him. My legs fall open wider, giving him more room between them. His jaw is clenched tight, stark hunger stamped across every line of his face as he stares at my wet sex.
He lines himself up at my entrance, dragging his gaze up to mine. "Can't wait, baby girl," he grits out between his teeth. His chest shudders up and down, his breath a harsh pant. He's discomposed, undone. More beautiful than anything.
"Don't wait," I whisper back, reaching out for him. "I need you to make me yours, Killian."
"You're already mine."
He's right. He has no idea how right he is.
"It's going to hurt," he mutters. "Don't know if I can be gentle."
I don't think I want it gentle. He told me he likes it rough…I want to see him like that, want to feel how rough he can get. I already know having him inside me is going to knock my world out of orbit, completely change the trajectory of my life.
"I don't want gentle."
A little bit of the devil peeks out from his eyes again. He grabs my hands in his, holding me still beneath him…and then he thrusts into me hard. My body resists the intrusion for a moment before finally letting him in. At first, I feel pressure, and then he thrusts deeper.
A sharp bite of pain rips through me as my virginity gives way, shredding. It hurts like hell. Tears sting at the backs of my eyes as the pain worms its way through me. I try to wriggle away from it, to make it hurt less, but he has me locked in place, refusing to let me go. I fight him, but it gets me nowhere. He's an implacable wall of muscle.
"Breathe, Liberty," he growls, his gruff voice cutting through the fog of pain. "You can take it, baby girl. Breathe."
I suck in a deep breath and then another, expel them on a sob.
"Good girl," he says.
My inner muscles clench around him at his praise. The pain slowly starts to dim and fade. Killian watches me like always, assessing, studying…reading me like I'm his favorite book. I think he's trying to stay still, but he keeps moving, pushing deeper before easing back a little, like he can't stop himself. His muscles are all locked up tight, practically bulging with the effort he's expending.
Knowing that he's this worked up, that being inside me has him fighting for control is a powerful feeling. I clench around him. His lip curls back, a growl leaving his lips. He pulses his hips again, pushing deeper, until he's fully seated in me.
I feel him everywhere.
"So fucking tight," he groans. "Goddamn, baby girl. You're my new favorite toy."
Pleasure slowly creeps in, taking place of the pain. He feels massive inside of me, stretching me. I'm so full. And he looks like a God above me, so powerful and fierce.
He releases my hands to yank me up onto his thighs.
"Going to fuck you now," he warns me.
"Yes."
The plea barely leaves my lip before he's moving, raging like a storm against me. He grips my ass, using it to yank me down onto him and then push me off. I cry out, shocked at how good it feels, at how incredible he looks with his muscles all working together. His jaw is clenched tight again, his lips curled back from his teeth.
He takes me hard, fucking me so deep it knocks the breath out of me over and over. He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms. His teeth latch around my nipple, biting hard enough to have me clawing down his back.
He seems to like that.
"Mark me," he growls, releasing my nipple to drag his teeth down the tendon in my neck. "Let everyone see what a dirty little virgin you are, Liberty. Let them know that I popped your cherry and you fucking loved it."
Jesus, his mouth. The filthy things he's saying have me writhing beneath him. Every thrust grinds his pelvis against my clit, sending me spiraling toward another orgasm.
"Jesus Christ. I'm never leaving this cunt," he swears, biting my neck and then moving to my mouth to bite my lip. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth like he's fucking me there too, like he needs to have as much of himself inside me as possible. "I'm going to have you on your back, begging for my cock at every opportunity."
"Please," I plead, more than willing to give him that if it means letting him make me feel like this.
He yanks my thigh up over his hip, changing the angle. He pounds into me, relentless, ruthless. My back inches across the hardwood, my hair getting caught in small imperfections in the wood. The way it pulls drives me higher, makes me plead louder.
"I'm your God now, baby girl," he says on a wicked thrust. "This pussy belongs to me."
"Yes!" I scream clawing down his back again and writhing as he strikes some magical spot inside that has me seeing stars. He seems to know what he's found because his eyes light up and he does it again and again, cursing and snarling like a beast every time he hits that spot and my walls clamp around him.