“Yes, Killian. The things you do to me make me feel…” She trails off. I pinch her clit to bring her back to me. A shudder rolls up her body, causing a tremor in those glorious tits.
“How do I make you feel, Princess?”
Her blue eyes narrow at me. “Alive.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you feeling dead.”
She laughs at my stupid joke. Nobody ever does that. The sound is too sweet in my ears. I reward her by shoving her knees apart and draping her legs over my shoulders. Cool air kisses my bare back as I feast on her sweet little pussy. The taste of her will haunt my dreams for as long as I live.
I flip my belt open with a quiet slap of leather and take my cock in hand, stroking in rhythm with my tongue lapping up her pleasure.
The scar on my forearm throbs. I ignore it and focus on Briar’s climax. She explodes against my tongue, clenching my hair and using it to hold me. I squeeze my shaft to keep from going over the edge with her.
I press kisses to her creamy thighs as I rock back on my heels and extract my head from the place where I would gladly take my last breath. I resist the temptation to mark her there. A nip, a suck, leaving evidence that she isn’t an untouched maiden flowering across the softest parts of these perfect legs on her wedding night.
A rush of madness takes hold.
I surge upright. Briar is right there to meet me with a kiss so filled with longing that I feel my hardened heart crack.
I can’t do it. Leave her behind for a pile of rocks on a mountain?
Yanking her hips closer to the edge, I position my cock where it’s been aching to be for days. Digging shaking fingers into her hips—I press my forehead to hers and plead, “Tell me you’re ready, Briar. Tell me you want this.”
“Killian. Please.”
With the sound of her begging for my cock echoing in my ears, I slide home into her tight, wet heat, and nearly weep with relief.
26
Briar
The tremble in Killian’s hands and the sheen on his forehead tell me everything I need to know.
As badly as he wants me, part of him still resists. He hews closely to an innate, rough code of honor and there is no doubt that bedding me behind his friend’s back violates it.
But then he slides home and all the air rushes out of my lungs. It feels like he’s rearranged all of my internal organs with his sheer size. Flesh that’s never been stretched before screams protest. Startled, I grip the back of his neck.
“Fuck, I love that, Briar.”
NotI love you,but close.
“Scratch me like that again. Use your nails.” He pulls back. There’s a beat of relief, followed by the resurgence of that aching sense of hollowness.
This time, when he fills me again, it doesn’t hurt. Still strange, but not painful. The third time, I understand. Pleasure rolls deep in my core, pulsing up my abdomen.
This is what I needed. This is the man I needed it from.
I let him know how much I love what he’s doing to me by scoring his skin with my nails, and discover that he was holding back. He grunts—he really does enjoy it when I’m rough—andthrusts hard, burying his full length inside me. Stars blot my vision. Pain and pleasure entwine in an intoxicating flood of sensation. I don’t know where he begins and I end.
The play of his shoulders beneath my hands would be enthralling in its own right. I could explore his body for days. Memorizing the primal way he moves. Mapping every scar. I don’t have days, at least not yet, so I greedily trace every part of him I can reach, drunk on the feeling of him.
The way his hips piston powerfully between my thighs, his movements tight and precise, raw and real. He captures my mouth and slides away with a grunt, his lips brushing my cheek and his arm pinned around my back. I let him take my weight. He’s strong enough to hold me. He’s my anchor in this storm, keeping me from losing myself entirely.
But suddenly, I do. A massive wave of pleasure rolls through my abdomen, stealing my breath as my back stiffens and my core pulses.
“That’s it,” he grits out, one hand braced on the rock beside my hips for balance as I lock my ankles around the backs of his thighs and cling to him with blind desperation. “Take everything, Princess. Take it all.”
When I can breathe again, he rights me slowly with a gentle kiss to my forehead.
