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Chapter 6

Author: Ivy Swan
last update Last Updated: 2023-02-18 14:23:38

I bit my lower lip, his eyes burning into me, and I never thought I'd want the lips of the guy who had me pinned and at knife point so badly. I exhaled, and his breath mixed with mine. Killian drew the knife point down to my chest; heat rose beneath my clothes, burning me. As the knife approaches the ties of my vest, I look down.

"No!" His hand pressed against my neck, forcing me to look at him.

"Don't look away from me," he said as he cut the ties one by one. I reach out to touch him.

"Nah!" He snatched my hand and pinched it; I reached for his lips, and he smirked. Oh, this arrogant jerk! I grabbed the knife, and blood poured out of my hand as I twisted the knife from his grip. He grabs it with his other hand, digging it into his palm, and I sit up. We came to a halt for a moment as our blood mixed and dripped from the knife to the floor. When our gazes locked, we both let go of the knife, and his hand grabbed and ripped the collar of my t-shirt. I yanked him out of his shirt, leaving him stranded. As his tongue teeth reached down to kiss my breast, our mouths parted, breathing. I moan.

"You didn't answer," His voice was raspy as his hands traced down to unbutton my jeans and his other hand worked to free one of my breasts.

"What are you talking about?" His fingers slid inside my slick, wet folds, and it felt so good. I drew him in and laced my fingers through his hair after biting my lower lip hard.

"Will you marry me?"

I laughed, then let out a moan as he pumped his finger inside of me. I've never felt such intense heat inside of me.

"Why?" I touched his chest with my hands, feeling the hard torso muscles all the way down to his pants, and looked him in the eyes.

"You're concerned about your virtue," When I pulled down his zippers, he lost the rhythm of his finger playing inside of me, and I was flipped over and clenched as his lips crept down and his tongue invaded my mouth without warning, and he pressed down on my chest. I bit my teeth into his lips. I saw the blood drip from his lips to mine as he drew away for a moment, and I looked at him, gasping.

"You want me to be responsible for you?" I grin.

"Oh, sweetheart, you'll beg me to make you mine after this."

"Make me beg," I said, and his mouth came to me, his tongue played with mine, and the way he kissed me suggested he already had me.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling down my bra and his pants. His heated mouth moved down to my neck and breast, taking my nipples in his mouth, and his fingers worked to push me over the edge. For a brief moment, I lost track of my thoughts and wondered why I was here; I felt as if I were climbing, and the sensation overwhelmed every other feeling in my life. I wanted him to stop and I didn't want him to stop.

"Killian," I moaned as he applied the final pressure to my clit, and I lost the battle not to succumb, but before I fell, I felt the cool air between my legs. He took my pants off Comeletly, and I looked up; he was starving, and for the first time, he looked like a predator who hadn't eaten in a long time. Fuck, I'm ravenous for this man; it's aching inside of me. What had happened in a matter of hours for him to meet my gaze? Our lips met once more, winning over one another in a losing battle. He bit my lip, and I tasted my blood and his, sweet and salty together. He slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor, and my body angled like a magnet towards him as I grabbed his hair and his fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the couch. He drew me away, wrapping my legs around his neck, kissing from my knees to where I wanted him most, kissing as his hot tongue met my sensitive centre. My back arches.

"I can't!" I exclaimed, pulling my gaze away from his lustful, dark eyes. I shifted my weight away from his shoulder.

"I need you inside of me," I insisted.

His hand returned to my neck, drawing me to his face.

"Marry me," He says.

My entire body was throbbing with desire. He's got me where he wants me. I'm going insane from lust.

I kissed him, and after a few minutes, he pulled away.

"Marry me," He says.

"You don't look good begging."

"Are you sure I am the one begging?"

"What makes you want to marry me?"

"Why not you?"

"Do you have feelings for me?"

"Never expect that from me, sweetheart."

"So you're saying you'll kill my enemies, exact vengeance for me, and fuck me ; all I have to do is sign a piece of paper?"

"It's not just any piece of paper. Paper stating that you are mine."

I stared into his cold eyes; he had blood on his cheeks and shoulder from where my hand had been cut.

My heart skipped a beat, and he took my breath away. I'll be liberated and no longer on the run. I don't have to be concerned. I just can't seem to fall in love.

"Fine, I'll marry you," I said as soon as the words left my mouth. Killian's lips brush against mine, transporting me to a dark and deep place that was, surprisingly, not cold. He led me to the study, where there was a small room with a four-poster bed, which I jumped into. I leaned on my elbow as I watched him strip down to his underwear and come over me, covering my body with his. I was dripping wet, hot, and ready for him.

He touched my shoulder to make sure as if making sure I was not about to flip him, and I smiled as I wrapped my legs and arms around him. He kissed me slowly and confidently, exploring every inch of my mouth while his hand played with my nipples and heat travelled from my veins to my nerves straight down to my centre, with his other hand travelling down to my hip. I dug my nails into his shoulder as his lips bitched my neck and his thickness lay on my bare centre. I sighed. I was about to beg when he looked up and met my gaze.

"Don't take your gaze away from me," He pushed hairs away from my face and rested his thump on my lower lips as he held my face so that all I could see was him. "I'd like to see." I knew I was being possessed at the time, and I wanted it.

He came in all of a sudden, catching my breath. This is so painful! I squeezing my eyes shut.

"Oh my god, you feel..." He moaned; the sound entered my system, and I looked up at the expression on his face when he opened his eyes. I was mistaken before, and now he wishes to possess me.

"How am I feeling?" I asked, not knowing what possessed me to do so.

"Amazing, warm, and scorching." He began to move slowly at first, as if he was taking his time, and once the pain subsided, pleasure took over. He clung to me as nails dug into his back. He kissed me on the lips, and I met him halfway, our lips never parting for more than a few minutes at a time, and we only parted to breathe. The sound of our breathing filled the room until we reached out high and came together, our skin burning together and sweat ticking down our skin, holding each other in a tight grip as we chased relief.

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