Chapter 11
The silence wrapped around us like a cloak. He slowly raised my head, and I looked at him with hooded eyes. Gently, he brushed my hair away from my face and pulled me in for a soft kiss before withdrawing. The wetness swept through me as he left, leaving me aching and empty once again. I sighed.
He didn’t say a word. What was there to say? I knew the gut–wrenching feeling of what I had done would hit me in the moming. I looked away. waiting for him to leave, but instead, he pulled a chair in front of me and sat. I stared at him, taken aback, as his gaze held mine, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Once again, I was trapped in his eyes, locked in place.
He held me there for a moment, stretching the thin, charged air between us. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger to his sinful lips, silencing me. My mouth closed as my eyes helplessly stayed on him. His hand dropped lazily to his side, but his gaze darkened as it fell to my body. My eyes drified down to his torso, and my breath caught.
God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow, The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.
Unable to resist, I moved closer. I should have stopped, but I couldn’t, as if under a spell. His head tilted slightly as I stood before him, my fingers tracing a lone vine on his shoulder. He inhaled sharply, his muscles locking under my touch. My lips curved into a small smile as my fingers traveled down to his chest, to his heart. Was it beating as wildly as mine Dangerous thoughts.
began to trace the black ink across his skin, down to his torso. He caught my hand, breaking the spell. His other hand came to rest on my hip, and my gaze dropped lower. He was hard again. My breath hitched as I tried to pull away, but my body betrayed me, every cell aching for him. He circled his arms around my waist, stronger than I imagined, pulling me to him with a force that made my body collide with his Sensation shot through me, leaving me breathless,
He held me there, straddling him, my core growing wetter as I felt his hardness against me. He pressed an open–mouthed kiss to the column of my
“Killan.” I moaned, half–warning, half–pleading for him not to stop,
“You can’t escape me, sweer love.”
And he was right. I couldn’t. Not with the way he held me, nor with the way I clung to him so desperately.
He pushed into me, stealing my breath, and I cried his name.
“Kiljan, Killan, Killan!”
That is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard,” he murmured, his hand capturing my jaw as he pulled me into another frenzied kiss. The illicit pleasure made my core clench around him as he thrust inside me, the sensation almost unbearable. I shuddered as he rolled his hips, moving my body as if it were his to command.
“Tell me again, do you want me to stop, sweet love??
“No, no.” I gasped, all but begging him.
His hands roamed my body, setting every nerve alight. He groaned, his movements becoming more frantic. “You feel amazing, Mila,” he breathed. as breathless as I was
Scing him like this–i man undune–was intoxicating.
“Fuck, love, you’re perfect,” he growled.
I dug into my hips, his gaze
The composed, self–possessed mata loss was gone, replaced by someone raw, vulnerable, and entirely mine. His fingers d locking with mine as we reached the edge together
and moved to my hair, holding me steady. My barcatly came in gaspo, my body completely his
“You’re beautiful” he said, has your full of wonder.
The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, as if he were seeing the sun for the first use. I kissed him harder, trying to drown in the feeling. There was no escape from this sensation, no reprieve from the madness.
His movements grew harder, his hand slipping to my breast. I moaned into his mouth, my rustles nightcong, my body clenching around him. My mals grazed his shoulders, earning a huss and a groan as his hand found where we were joined. He toyed with my chat, his thrusts becoming relentless. The coil made me snapped, and I cried out, my entire body trembling-
He took us to the floor, pusing my hands above my head as he thrust deeper. My legs locked around fais hups, holding him closer as he drove me 1/2
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higher.
“Killiant
“Mila” he groaned, his voice raw
He grew harder inside me, and my core clenched even tighter. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing me until I was on the brink again.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He thrust one final time, and we both shattered together. Breathless and overwhelmed, I barely registered him flipping me over.
“Stay with me, sweet Mila,” he rasped, entering me from behind.
My arms braced against the floor as he bent my knee, angling me deeper into him. The sensation was indescribable. I moaned his name, feeling him so impossibly deep.
“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his voice filled with reverence.
And then it was over, the intensity washing over me as I gave in to him completely
I collapsed to the ground and turned to face him. He was breathing hard, but his dark gaze still burned with the intensity of a lion who wasn’t done with its prey. I hit my lower lip my core aching from the emptiness inside me. I sat up, placing my hands flat on the ground to steady myself. The look in his eyes didn’t fade; it only seemed to fuel the fire inside me, and my body clenched in response. The kitchen was filled with the sound of our synchronized breathing, oddly in tune with each other. My heart raced again as he leaned toward me, cupping my face. A shiver of pleasure ran through me, and I leaned into his touch.
“Please.” I sighed. There was no way I could continue. Forgetting what we had done would ruin me. I was completely spent.
“Please, what, my sweet love?” The tenderiess in his voice threw me off. What kind of trap was thist No one would believe he was a ruthless killer
“I can’t. I licked my lips, my core throbbing in protest against the words. He took my chin in his hand and gently ran his thumb across my lower lip. My toes curled against the ground as I tried to hold onto whatever shred of sarity I had left. His hand drified down to my neck, and I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped me
“I love how responsive your body is to mine, he murmured, and in the blink of an eye, I was in his arms. I yelped in surprise, my arms flying around his neck ja hold on
“Uh…” What happened to my brain? There was no point in stopping him now, and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. His heat against my bare skin was addictive, as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, like I was a magnet to him.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will wake up?” I asked, my voice a breathless whisper.
“Don’t worry, beautiful
“You have
red.” He pulled me into a searing kiss
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