Just this.
He bent and nibbled on my lower lip while his hand slid up my inner thigh then stopped, his little finger resting in the curve of my thigh and pelvis.
My sex ached for him to touch me. To be rid of the material between us. But he kept his hand there while his mouth roamed lazily over mine.
His kiss slid to my neck, beneath my ear, nibbled on the lobe and then across my collarbone. And not once did his hand move, driving me crazy as I arched my back to feel his touch harder.
He stopped kissing me and sat up. Then his hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it. Pulling it through the loops before he tossed it beside me. He then reached for my shirt and yanked it over my head.
Within seconds he had my bra off and then his shirt before he undid the buttons on his jeans. I was having a hard time breathing as I watched him.
Every movement poetic—muscles flexing, valleys and hills that ached to be touched and discovered by my fingertips.
My eyes hit the nipple piercing, and I reached up to touch the silver loop. He sucked in his breath, and I smiled, loving that I could do that to him.
I went farther, caressing his chest, the ink that covered almost every inch of him all in black. My mind was unable to take in all the images as they merged over his skin.
He didn’t move as I trailed the tips of my fingers down farther to his abdomen. “You’re striking.”
Cupping my chin, he tilted my head so our eyes met. “You were always meant to be mine, Savvy.”
My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat.
His mouth came down on mine again. Consuming. Powerful. Intense.
It was Killian, and the man he was and who he’d become.
The storm that had raged inside him, I tasted it in his kiss. The fury and the calm clashing together. But it wasn’t chaos. It was as if each knew the direction it had to go. And within that was the tranquil beauty of who Killian was.
“Savvy.” He pulled back and picked up his belt.
My sex throbbed and ached for him. For more. But the belt I wasn’t so sure about. Mars was right. The gossip was true. Killian was into kinky. I just didn’t know how far he was into it.
“Give me your wrists,” he said gently.
I did as he asked, and he was slow and deliberate as he wrapped his belt around them, snug but not painful. He raised my arms above my head and pressed them into the mattress. “Don’t move.”
My chest rose and fell as he slid his hands down my sides, goose bumps rising behind his touch. When he reached my jeans, he undid them and tugged them off, my panties going with them so I lay naked.
He traced his finger over the subtle red line the rim of my panties had left across my pelvis. “Never wanted anything so fuckin’ bad, orchid.”
My thighs quivered. My breath locked in my chest as my pulse raced.
I gasped as his finger slid lower to my sex where he slowly slipped his finger into my folds. “So wet.”
I’d been wet since I saw him again.
He crawled down the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Then he lowered his head and his mouth was on me. Tongue flicking and his piercing… oh, my God, his piercing grazing my clit sent jolts through me.
“Killian. I can’t… last.” Like a lit dynamite wick, I sparked and burned as I drew closer and closer to detonating. My fingers curled into the pillow as I fought against the constraint of the belt.
“I knew you’d taste fuckin’ amazing.”
I panted, my body arching as his tongue brushed over my clit several times before circling. My thighs shook, and he opened my legs wider.
“Oh, God. Killian,” I screamed, closing my eyes as every muscle jerked and tensed. I sucked in air. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” My womb tightened. Tantalizing heat soared. My body rode the tidal wave as I slipped into the abyss of Killian.
I collapsed, sagging into the mattress, my body clenching with aftershocks.
The weight shifted on the bed, and I opened my eyes as Killian sidled up beside me. His mouth took mine, and I tasted myself as he leisurely kissed me. Mouth roaming over mine as he pinched my nipples.
“Never thought I’d hear you scream my name like that, Savvy.” He lowered his head and his mouth replaced his fingers on my nipple. When his teeth grazed the sensitive surface, I sucked in air.
“I think you were pretty confident I’d end up in your bed.” I moaned when he moved to the other nipple.
He lifted his head. “We’re in your bed. And I’m confident about most things, but having you, that was always something out of my reach.”