Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I nod slowly as I convince myself, sliding my fingers through his dark hair. “Are you okay?” I ask softly.
He nods briefly, then comes down on top of me. He’s still between my legs and I’m a little anxious about it, but he isn’t advancing on me in that way just now. He slides his hand along the side of my face, cradling my head and leaning in to kiss me.
God, I love his kisses.
It’s easy to get lost in them.
Then he leads me even further down that labyrinth, sliding a hand up my side and palming one of my tits.
I sigh against his mouth, and he kisses me until I forget why I would ever say no.
Then he reaches his hand down between us. I gasp when I feel him push against my entrance, tense up when he uses his fingers to spread me open like he does when he plays with me.
“Relax,” he says, kissing my lips.
I try, but it’s hard. He eases just the tip inside me, and just that much feels foreign and invasive. Once he’s inside me just that little bit, he turns his attention back to distracting me.
He’s good at that, apparently.
I don’t lose my awareness of his hardness prodding my entrance, but some of the tension eases out of me.
That’s what he’s waiting for, I guess.
He shifts his hips, pushing just a little deeper into me.
I gasp and grab onto his shoulders when he hits a barrier. “Wait.”
“Sh,” he murmurs against my lips.
I’m afraid it’s going to hurt, but I’m afraid to try stalling him again, too. That wasn’t tremendously successful last time, and I don’t want to ask him to stop again when I’m not sure he will.
I tell myself this is an inevitable part of the experience and I’ll be fine, but I still pull back enough to look into his eyes and beg wordlessly for him to be gentle.
Probably realizing I’ll drag this out if he lets me, Killian stops letting me.
He kisses my lips to let me know he cares, then he says, “The only thing I want to hear out of this pretty mouth again is you moaning my name. Understood?”
My eyes widen at the order, but something about it makes my tummy jump with excitement. I bite down on my bottom lip and watch his hungry gaze drop to my mouth, then I nod my understanding.
This is going to happen.
It’s okay, I tell myself.
I’m glad it’s him.
I trust him, and I’m obviously very attracted to him. He’s a great kisser, and I’ve enjoyed everything sexual he has done to me, so surely I will enjoy this, too.
It’s hard not to tense up as he sinks his cock deeper because it hurts a little when he does. I relax when he slowly eases back and focuses on kissing my neck, but then I gasp at the shock of pain when he drives his hips forward, driving right past the resistance and biting my neck. I shove against his chest instinctively to push him away, and I’m shocked when he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, looking down at me, his eyes burning with intensity.
“No,” he says, his voice velvet and steel at the same time. “No more saying no to me. No more fighting.” He pushes his cock deeper until he’s all the way inside me, and the fullness is incredible. It aches to hold all of him in me, but it feels pleasantly intimate to be connected this way, too.
I wait for him to let go of my wrists, but he doesn’t.
He eases his hips back and then pushes deeper again. My body fits snugly around him like a glove, and it feels uncomfortable at first when he moves inside me, but the more he does it, the better it starts to feel.
He holds me down and fucks me just like that until I can take him without pain, and without fighting him. He can tell when it starts to feel good because of the noises I make, then he picks up speed, driving his cock deep over and over. The friction is incredible, and though I can’t do much to participate with him pinning me down the way he is, it feels so fucking good, I can’t complain about my helplessness, either.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he says, pumping into me with his eyes closed and his head hanging down. His steely grip on my wrists tightens almost painfully. I moan, but it’s mixed with the pleasure from him using my body and if I can’t tell the difference, then he probably can’t, either.
The pleasure building up inside me intensifies as he fucks me harder and faster. I pull at my hands, trying to free them so I can grab something to hold on to, but he won’t let me go.