He scoops me up and carries me over to a large box draped in a rough wool blanket not unlike the one I clutched around me the night I was awoken from my slumber.
Tonight, I feel like I’m finally waking up in truth.
Killian’s gray eyes meet mine. The shaft of light from the transom barely reaches this corner of the storage room. He shoves my knees apart and stares hungrily at my exposed center. I feel the intensity of that look everywhere. In my abdomen. Sizzling up my skin. Tingling against the underside of my breasts. It steals my breath.
“Gods, every single part of you is fucking gorgeous, Briar,” he says. “You have the prettiest little pussy.”
He licks straight up my center. Stars burst behind my eyes and explode in my lungs, and a single word bursts past my lips in a startled gasp:yes.
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Briar’s rough yank on my hair causes a ripple of desire to cascade down my spine, pooling at the base of my rampant dick.
I can’t stop tasting her nectar. I’m a bee to her flower and her silk-clad thighs make excellent earmuffs, drowning out any sounds of the ball beyond this room. All I can hear are her helpless cries of pleasure.
This is bad. We’re going to get caught. They’re looking for us. It’s only a matter of time before they remember the storeroom. I locked the door coming in, but it’s flimsy enough to break with one solid kick.
What a way to go out, though. With my face buried in Briar’s dripping cunt.
Each rough dig of her heels into my back only tightens my cock more, until it feels like it might burst through the seam of my pants.
There’d be no hiding that catastrophe.
I rock back on my heels and withdraw fractionally, reveling in her needy little whimper. Another tug on my topknot. And here I was thinking of getting a haircut.
Maybe once I’m in my lonely castle on a mountaintop I’ll shave my head in penance for leaving Briar behind.
“Yank my hair all you want, Princess; it’s not going to make me go any faster.”
I dive back in. This time, I stroke her folds with one shaking fingertip, seeking her entrance and finding it blocked.
Fuck me. I don’t know why that tiny barrier is like a kick straight in the groin, but suddenly, I have to break it. Be her first. Claim that part of her forever. I bear down on her clit with the flat of my tongue and thrust two fingers inside her. The thin hymen breaks easily, but I feel her stiffen at the intrusion and soothe her—and myself—by stroking the outside of her thigh with my free hand.
My pulse thunders with the audacity of what I’ve just done. Holy fuck. Awestruck, I pull back and again test her blood by rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger.
Briar settles, shifting to get her legs a little wider. Briefly, I touch my forefinger to my tongue, tasting her mixed with a faint iron tang. Then lean forward, my cheeks scraping against her silken inner thighs, and suck that little button between my teeth. Her cries echo in my ears despite the way her legs clench around my head. Gods, she’s so wet and tight and perfect. I could devour her all night.
She comes on my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand. I should yank her off this box and bend her over it. Thrust into her from behind. But that’s no way to introduce a virgin to sex. Not that I have any experience with them as a general category. She’s my first.
She’ll likely be my last.
Even if I can only possess her for a day or two, and in secret, Briar owns my hardened, violent heart forever. No other woman ever breached my defenses the way she did with her innocent face and her dirty desires that match my own.
Briar was built for me. She fits my hands, my tongue, and I know when I slide into her sweet little cunt it’ll feel like coming home.
I’ve never had a true home. That cell where I’ve lived since being assigned to guard Prince Alistair being as close to one as I could ever have. I wanted the permanency of the castle, but this makes me think it means nothing without Briar.
Briar sits up with a gasp. I want to dive back in and make her come a third time, but she yanks my hair for real this time.
“Did you hear that?”
“No. Sit back.”
She gives me a look. “Your head was buried in my?—”
“Pussy,” I supply when she chokes on the word. “Where I want to be again.”
