Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 117176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
I shifted until my entrance was right over his tip. My thighs tightened around him while Killian clenched his jaw. “It’s cruel for you to tease me like this,” he hissed.
“Whoops.”
His chest rumbled with a deep sound. “Julianna.”
“Killian,” I breathed. With our eyes locked on each other, I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft.
Killian grunted in response.
I let out the softest whimper as his thickness stretched me. I paused when he reached the depth of me, my inner walls spasming around him.
“Fuck,” he swore, his voice gravelly. His dark eyes were laced with pure, unadulterated lust. And I reveled in his gaze.
I circled my hips tentatively and Killian groaned. “You’re such a goddamn tease.”
I lifted myself over his hardness, watching my husband grind his jaw as he fought to remain contained. His breathing was ragged, almost painful, and sweat formed over his forehead.
“You feel so good inside me,” I confessed shakily.
I quickly found a rhythm, bouncing up and down on his erection. My nails dug into his chest and his hips jerked up. Finally.
Killian was losing his calm composure and I watched him come undone beneath me.
I leaned forward, still fucking him – and my lips feathered over his. “You’re so big, I like how you stretch me. Almost painfully, but it’s a sweet burn.”
“Goddamn it,” he growled. “Julianna.”
Finally, he snapped.
Killian rose in a seated position, his hands circling my hips, digging hard into my flesh. I was certain his touch would leave bruises tomorrow morning. This new position pushed me farther down onto his cock, the tip of him hitting deep inside of me. My hands flew to his shoulders, nail digging into his flesh.
Fire burned through my veins and my core tightened around him. The deep ache in the pit of my stomach grew fierce, spreading through my body.
I burned.
I ached, with such exquisite pain.
With almost a frantic need, my pace quickened. I bounced up and down on his hard length, taking him inside the tight sheath of my sex, over and over again. Feeling him. Burning for him. Needing him so desperately like I needed my next breath.
His hips bucked every time to meet mine. Our bodies collided together, simply driven by unleashed passion.
Almost too soon, I peaked over the edge and my climax rolled through my body, hard and fast. My back arched and the chords of my neck strained as my eyes fluttered closed.
“Killian,” I gasped. “Oh, oh God!” My mind was fuzzy as my released washed over me, cocooning me like a thick blanket.
My pace slowed as my body grew languid and Killian growled. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He lifted me up in his arms, before thrusting up hard. I cried out, my body spasming.
Killian’s chest rumbled against mine. With a grunt, he flipped us over, losing the rest of his tight control. While I enjoyed his short surrender, I had been waiting for him to snap.
And, he did.
I gasped, my back arching off the bed when Killian pummeled inside me. His hand slid behind me, cupping my ass and raising my hips off the bed. He settled between my thighs, spreading them farther apart until I was wide open for him.
To be taken.
To be devoured.
To be fucked.
Killian pounded inside me, losing the last bit of his control. Thrust. I gasped. Thrust. He grunted. Thrust. I whimpered and he groaned.
His face was hard, eyes gleaming with untamed lust, and his body shuddered as he filled me with his release, his length jerking with spurt after spurt of his seed.
Killian collapsed on top of me, his body strong and warm. My arms curled around his shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.
“Do you still hate me?” I asked, repeating the very same question every day.
And his answer was always different.
His lips whispered over my pulse in my throat, teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “How can I hate you, Julianna?” he said huskily.
My heart slammed into my rib cage at his choice of words.
Killian propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at my flushed face. “You’ve dug yourself under my skin, into my bones. You fucking stabbed me in the chest, I’m bleeding for you, Princess. You kill me and I still fucking need you like I need my next breath. I need you as much as I want to destroy you. How is that possible?”
“My love is toxic,” I said, my voice groggy and thick with emotion.
“It’s fucking poison,” he agreed.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
His thumb stroke along my jaw, before brushing over my lips. The mask fell away from his face and I finally saw what he was holding back… the real Killian.
“I did things to you, things I’ll never forgive myself for,” he confessed hoarsely. The look of anguish in his dark eyes broke me.