into my spine. His head snapped around in a horrifying snap, and a small part inside of me cheered with the raw evilness of my action. The harsh crack echoed through the apartment as the skin on my hand began to sting and prickle.
I finally found my voice. “You have no idea who the fuck I am.”
A motion, a blur of noise and light, and he was on me. I would look back on this moment and know that it was inevitable. We were headed here from the start.
His mouth hit me first, a flurry of lips and tongues and teeth attacking my mouth with such a fevered intensity that I actually gave in for a few seconds before I began wriggling against him, biting at his lips to get him to release me.
But his arms were locked solidly around my waist and neck, his extra weight and feet giving him the upper hand over me.
“But isn’t this what you want, Leah?” He ghosted his nose along my jawline.
And then bit my earlobe just hard enough that I actually growled as wetness coated everything south of my waist line.
I’d never made a sound like that before. And from that singular bite, which wasn’t particularly loving or gentle, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I saw red, blinded by lust and need.
I dove in and kissed him back. But kiss was too tame a word. We were devouring each other, gnashing our mouths together in a violent, unskilled way. I couldn’t tell if we were turned on, hated each other, couldn’t wait to be inside and over each other, or what. And I didn’t care.
For once in my sheltered, polite life, I was shattering the mold that I’d been fitted to. I was throwing caution and recklessness to the wind. Even wildness. I was way past that. This wasn’t about Killian. This wasn’t about the media or the people back home. This was about me and taking my pleasure into my own hands. So this is what people called “angry-sex.”
I fisted my hands into his shirt, pulling at the material and scratching down his abs through the flimsy t-shirt. He made a low snarl in his throat, gripping my jaw and turning it to the side. Ripping his lips from mine, he began to feast on my neck like a vampire to its victim. As if he was trying to draw blood.
And I heard it. My blood. I could actually hear it racing through my veins, causing my heart to beat so hard that I thought it might pop out of my chest. It flowed down to my nipples, lengthening them and causing them to bead in painful desire. And then it pooled at the very tip of my clit, making my slit feel so heavy and hot that I didn’t think I’d be able to wait another second for him to get inside of me.
“Yeah, prove them right. Show them what a kit chaser you are. You want to see me naked again, don’t you?”
Fire licked up my spine as I thought about earlier that week when I’d seen him in the locker room shower.
“I can’t wait to get under that shy facade. What a fucking lie it is.”
I whipped the shirt over his head, pausing long enough to breathe. “Shut up, Killian.”
He grabbed me again, hoisting me off the floor so that my toes were barely brushing and smashing me into his bare chest, which I began to explore with my fingers.
His abs were like granite, the most expensive slab of marble carved into hard-earned individual bricks of muscle. Killian’s skin was like buttery leather, my fingertips slipping over the tanned, smooth flesh. From where my legs wrapped around his waist before he threw me into his mattress, I could see a dark smattering of hair trailing down to the long, thick piece of him I was dying to get a better grip on.
“Take off your clothes.” It wasn’t a request.
Killian prowled over me at the foot of the bed, standing like a warlord over my antsy, twitching body.
Insecurities began to seep in, unclogging my foggy brain. It was so bright out, he could see every single piece of my body. I’d only ever slept with one man, who was so much more a boy by Killian standards. I wasn’t experienced, I didn’t
I finally found my voice. “You have no idea who the fuck I am.”
A motion, a blur of noise and light, and he was on me. I would look back on this moment and know that it was inevitable. We were headed here from the start.
His mouth hit me first, a flurry of lips and tongues and teeth attacking my mouth with such a fevered intensity that I actually gave in for a few seconds before I began wriggling against him, biting at his lips to get him to release me.
But his arms were locked solidly around my waist and neck, his extra weight and feet giving him the upper hand over me.
“But isn’t this what you want, Leah?” He ghosted his nose along my jawline.
And then bit my earlobe just hard enough that I actually growled as wetness coated everything south of my waist line.
I’d never made a sound like that before. And from that singular bite, which wasn’t particularly loving or gentle, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I saw red, blinded by lust and need.
I dove in and kissed him back. But kiss was too tame a word. We were devouring each other, gnashing our mouths together in a violent, unskilled way. I couldn’t tell if we were turned on, hated each other, couldn’t wait to be inside and over each other, or what. And I didn’t care.
For once in my sheltered, polite life, I was shattering the mold that I’d been fitted to. I was throwing caution and recklessness to the wind. Even wildness. I was way past that. This wasn’t about Killian. This wasn’t about the media or the people back home. This was about me and taking my pleasure into my own hands. So this is what people called “angry-sex.”
I fisted my hands into his shirt, pulling at the material and scratching down his abs through the flimsy t-shirt. He made a low snarl in his throat, gripping my jaw and turning it to the side. Ripping his lips from mine, he began to feast on my neck like a vampire to its victim. As if he was trying to draw blood.
And I heard it. My blood. I could actually hear it racing through my veins, causing my heart to beat so hard that I thought it might pop out of my chest. It flowed down to my nipples, lengthening them and causing them to bead in painful desire. And then it pooled at the very tip of my clit, making my slit feel so heavy and hot that I didn’t think I’d be able to wait another second for him to get inside of me.
“Yeah, prove them right. Show them what a kit chaser you are. You want to see me naked again, don’t you?”
Fire licked up my spine as I thought about earlier that week when I’d seen him in the locker room shower.
“I can’t wait to get under that shy facade. What a fucking lie it is.”
I whipped the shirt over his head, pausing long enough to breathe. “Shut up, Killian.”
He grabbed me again, hoisting me off the floor so that my toes were barely brushing and smashing me into his bare chest, which I began to explore with my fingers.
His abs were like granite, the most expensive slab of marble carved into hard-earned individual bricks of muscle. Killian’s skin was like buttery leather, my fingertips slipping over the tanned, smooth flesh. From where my legs wrapped around his waist before he threw me into his mattress, I could see a dark smattering of hair trailing down to the long, thick piece of him I was dying to get a better grip on.
“Take off your clothes.” It wasn’t a request.
Killian prowled over me at the foot of the bed, standing like a warlord over my antsy, twitching body.
Insecurities began to seep in, unclogging my foggy brain. It was so bright out, he could see every single piece of my body. I’d only ever slept with one man, who was so much more a boy by Killian standards. I wasn’t experienced, I didn’t
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