In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

Slowly, I hear her release air from between her lips.

I continue. “I’ll fucking wait for you for as long as I need to, because time doesn’t tick unless you’re in my arms.”

Tears slip from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…” I whisper, kissing her softly on her lips while swiping away her tears. “You wouldn’t be the girl I fell for if you didn’t make me work for it.” My lips curve up in a smile, and I notice the exact moment she caught my words because her eyes pop open, shock flashing over her flawless features.

“What?”

“What?” I pretend that I don’t know what she’s asking.

“Now’s not the time to play with me, Killian, did you just—”

“Admit that I’m in love with you? Yeah, fucking aye I did. What, you think I’d go through all this trouble for a chick I just want some ass from? Have you seen this face? I can get ass anywhere—”

“—Killian!” She whacks me with the back of her hand, but the smile on her face was well worth the banter. “You love me?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Saskia. Of course I fucking do. Wouldn’t put up with your shit otherwise.”

She ignores my jab and stands with me. “Do you trust me?”

My lips curl between my teeth. “Do you?”

Her eyes narrow. “I asked first.”

“And I second, so, do you trust me?” My heart has ADD.

She swallows. “I trust that you would never hurt me—”

“—and would kill anyone who did,” I add.

“And that.” She nods. “But we’ve been through so much inauthenticity that I need a minute.”

“What, so the two villains in each other’s story won’t get a happily ever after?” I joke, winking down at her.

She smiles softly. “I guess the story is still being written.”

I lean down and kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her back. “This is some Mr. & Mrs. Smith type shit. Just saying.”

She chuckles against my lips and my hands come to the back of her thighs as I toss her onto my bed.

“Killian…” she warns, and I take in this moment to acknowledge just how fucking beautiful she is. I mean, she’s fucking flawless.

“What?” I smirk with a quirked eyebrow. “One more. Once. More. And then I’ll leave you alone and give you that space I told you I would give.”

She giggles, and the laugh was enough to render me fucking speechless. I’d never heard her giggle, and fuck me. Fuck. Me. What I would give to hear that sound for the rest of my goddamn life. You know, when she’s done being stubborn.

She grins, curling her finger toward me.

I pull off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, licking my lips while crawling up her body. She opens wide for me to settle between her legs, her eyes searching mine. It’s intimate, and I feel the room shift around me until everything is black except this girl. This fucking girl. The fucking villain in my story who stole my black fucking heart.

She leans up and kisses me. “I want to say the words back to you, but I don’t want to until I feel good.”

I shake my head, grinding my dick against her pussy. “I didn’t say that I love you for you to say it back. That’s fuckboy shit. I said it because it was true, and I know how you feel about me, Little Dragon.”

“How?” she asks, eyes again narrowed into slits.

I smirk, my eyes heavy. “Your eyes tell the explicit story that your soul tries to hide.”

Her lips crash onto mine and my hands are all over her again. I strip her down, enjoying the way her nipples swell beneath the palms of my hands. Leaning down, I bite down on one and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches off my bed as my other hand reaches for her button and flings her jeans and panties off. I look down at her, eating up every single fucking inch of her beautiful skin on my way up.

The tattoo on her back. I didn’t need to ink her to claim her, she smells of me, bleeds me. Everything that she is, is me. But damn, that tattoo is sexy as fuck.

Bringing my body back down to hers, I push into her as her walls clench around my length. I groan, savoring the feeling of me being wrapped up in her. Pulling out, I slowly grind inside of her, keeping the same pace as I kiss her. Hard. I don’t think I stop kissing her.

Not when I push her over the edge from her third orgasm.

Not when sweat drips off my forehead and onto hers as I ride her out further.

Only when she looks up at me pleadingly, screaming that her body hurts from the pleasure, do I slightly pull away. But then my lips are back on hers. My tongue against hers, flicking and sucking her lips between mine.