He thrust while his mouth savagely took mine.
It was a wild, raw need. As if it had been eleven years instead of a few days since we’d been together.
“Bed,” he murmured against my lips. Then while still kissing me, he carried me across the warehouse where I was lowered onto a mattress, and he followed. “Never wanted anyone else. Never.”
His words were a haze as I arched into him and he tilted his hips and thrust into me, his hands on the mattress spanning just above my head. I ran my hands down his chest, his abdomen, then around to his back, discovering every crevice and hill beneath the palms of my hands.
“You’re all I ever needed.” His words were harsh from his raspy voice as he thrust again and again. “Just you. Just my orchid.”
My body tingled and tightened at his words, and I came hard and fast. “Killian,” I screamed, fingers scraping his back as my body convulsed.
“Fuck,” he grunted then came with me.
Our bodies were taut and unmoving as we panted.
He collapsed his forehead onto my shoulder, and I slowly withdrew my nails from his back.
Neither of us said anything.
After a few minutes, he trailed kisses down my neck to my nipple where he dragged his teeth over one then the other before he rolled off me, taking me with him, so I was tucked into his side.
“Eleven years,” he murmured.
I rested my cheek on his chest and absently drew circles on his abdomen. If I’d ever done drugs, I imagined this was what it was like. The high, as if nothing were real, just a haze of euphoria.
I tilted to look up at him. His eyes were closed and he appeared so peaceful. It was strange as with his friends he was relaxed and casual, but the look on his face now… the outer corners of his eyes drooped, the subtle lines above his brows gone—quiet.
Killian used to remind me of a hurricane raging over the ocean, with so much built-up intensity. But after all these years… it was like he’d found his way to the eye of it and it circled around him.
But at this moment the hurricane was silent.
I reached up and traced his lips. Soft, pliant to my touch. It was complete peace. And when he opened his captivating green eyes, the hardness and pain swimming in the depths was gone.
He opened his mouth and bent forward slightly to take my finger into his mouth. His lips closed around it and he made a low growl deep in his throat. “Put your finger in your pussy. I want to taste you again.”
My heart pounded and I hesitated. When I didn’t right away, he teeth clamped my finger. I withdrew it abruptly from his mouth, and his brows rose while he waited for me to do as he asked.
I slid my hand down my chest, abdomen, then to my sex while my eyes remained on his. Then gliding it between the wet folds to my entrance, I pushed my finger inside.
“Two,” he said in a raspy voice as he watched me.
I adjusted and pushed another finger inside me, moaning.
Killian enveloped my wrist and gently pulled my hand away then lifted it to his mouth. “Come closer,” he ordered.
I did.
“Put one finger in your mouth. Taste us. Your pussy’s juices and my cock’s.”
I swallowed and did as he asked. He leaned forward and took my other finger in his mouth so our lips were almost touching as we sucked on my fingers.
“Fuck. I hope you were thinking of a porno tonight, baby. I don’t think I can watch a chick flick.”
“What about a drama?” I teased.
“Jesus. No.” He fell back onto the bed, arm over his eyes.
“You said it was my choice.”
“No, I didn’t respond.”
True.
His arm came around my shoulders and tugged me closer. “You can watch whatever you want as long as I get to play with you.”
“And what does your play entail?”
“Whatever I want.”
I remember Mars saying he was into kink and I wasn’t too sure if his play differentiated from my idea of play. “Does your play hurt?”
He chuckled. “No, Savvy. Not tonight.”
I bit my lip. “But sometimes it does?”
His hand lightly stroked up and down my back. “If that’s what you want. If pain turns you on, Savvy.” I didn’t know. I liked when he was rough and when he tied the belt around my wrists. “Every person is unique in what they like.”
“So you’re into… BDSM?”
“I’d call it kink, but I used to go to a BDSM club. Although, it wasn’t for sex, Savvy. It was a release of another kind.”
“What kind?” I wanted to know more. God, I wanted to know everything about him. Yet, that scared me too because I was pretty sure Killian didn’t want what I wanted. He’d never had a girlfriend. He lived in a warehouse. He had unresolved issues with his dad and told me he’d never have kids. Though I’d seen how amazing he was with Hendricks.