Ibreak.
I scoop her up, my hands under her glorious ass, and deposit her on a pile of moss-covered rocks at the base of the outcropping.
No bed. No finesse. Rutting her here in the damn forest like an animal.
“You deserve so much better than me,” I grit out, shoving her white under-dress down. “Better than what I can give you.”
“Shut up and get this off, Killian.” Briar yanks on my shirt. “Why are you so difficult to undress?”
“You just need practice. And a bed.”
“I laid in a bed for a hundred years. I don’t need one now.”
White fabric falls away, a minimal protective barrier between her petal-soft skin and the rough rock. Shuddery heat blasts my skin at the sight of her perfect breasts.
I would do literally anything to possess this woman. Lie to my best friend. Cheat. There is no depth to which I would not descend if it meant I could keep her.
I can’t. But I have her now, and I intend to make the most of it.
“Killian.”
I have to drag my eyes up to meet hers. A knowing smile plays on her gorgeous lips. Temptress. Wanton. She looks soalive and happy, a rosy flush on her cheeks gracing the creamy expanse above her breasts.
Fuck me, I’ve never seen tits like hers. Pert and soft and oh gods?—
“Killian. Stop staring and touch me already.”
They fit in my hands like they were made for me alone. A groan gusts out of me, lost in her hair. She puts her hands on my belt but the angle is awkward, with her perched on the rocks and her legs at my flanks and me squeezing her divine tits, going out of my mind at the feel of her. My arms are in her way but I’m not moving them until I’ve had my fill.
“Not yet.”
I brush her hands away from my waist, ignoring her whine of protest, and lean in for a deep kiss. She tastes like nectar and honey. I run my tongue along her delicate jaw, pausing to nip her earlobe. Briar’s small hands dance up my shoulders and across my back.
Shy, but not hesitant. A little unsure, but eager to explore.
She’ll be my destruction.
“How long do we have before they come looking for us?” Her breath skims over the rim of my ear. Her teeth graze it gently. Not ferocious enough. I want her to bite me, to sink her claws into me.
She could tear me apart and I’d still welcome every tormented touch.
“Not long.”
I press hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, tasting her velvety skin as she moans beneath me. Dropping to one knee, I suck one nipple. She clutches my hair, her needy little whimpers music to my ears.
“Then hurry,” she begs. Fuck. I want to draw this out, take my time, but time is something we don’t have. All I can giveher is the same rough treatment I’ve offered every other woman, when I want to give her so much more.
A lifetime wouldn’t be enough time to explore all the dirty things I want to do with her. What little time we do have together I want to be perfect.
I graze my knuckle up her inner thigh. My dick strains eagerly against the prison of my pants. She shifts anxiously, parting for me. Her grip on my hair tightens, but the tug at the roots only threatens to make me explode.
Finding her humid center, I trace her dripping wet slit and pop off her breast with a low groan.
“You debased little princess,” I chuckle mirthlessly, driving hard inside her with two fingers, curling them up. “You don’t want the fairy tale, do you? You’ve lusted after me from the start. The scarred knight you’re not supposed to have.”
She makes a sound that might be agreement, indignance, or encouragement—or all three.
“What’s that, Briar?”
