“I am done!” I pushed him gently, breaking through the unpleasant air that once again shrouded us.
He turned and placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, caging me in and boring his eyes into mine. Afraid he would ask more along the lines of our conversation, I slid off the counter, but he pinned me against it before I could move farther. He slowly peeled off the sheets from around me, and they fell to the floor. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I took off his pants next, and then he pulled me into a slow kiss. 1 stretched onto my toes to reach him, circling my arms around his neck, and he swept me off my feet. He pulled away, breathing harder, his eyes darkening. One of my hands slid to his chest.
He stepped into the bath, sinking into the water and pulling me down with him, my back to his front, his arms sliding around me. I melted into his embrace against the soothing heat of the water. When my muscles finally relaxed, only then did I realize the ache in them, especially between my legs.! flinched, and I almost felt Killian’s next breath, as if he were about to say something.
“Don’t,” I said.
He kissed my shoulder softly and started to massage it. I closed my eyes as, somehow, the ache began to subside. After a while, he gently pushed me forward and started helping me wash my hair.
“How did you start it?” he broke the silence after a while.
“Sneaking around at the age of fourteen,” I answered simply.
“You don’t like to talk about it.”
“There are two kinds of unpleasant things in this world–ones you can do something about and ones that are out of your control. I don’t like to talk about the ones that are out of my control,” I said. He rinsed the shampoo from my hair, his fingers surprisingly gentle.
“That’s wise.”
“My turn.” I turned around to settle myself opposite him, but as I sat off his lap, I realized he was taller than me. Killian chuckled and pulled me back onto his lap, straddling him. I flushed against him on impact, our lips just a hairbreadth apart, our breaths mingling. My still–raw center came in contact with his lower half, and I bit my lip–the noise coming from me was between a moan and a whimper. His hand stroked down from my hair to my upper back, then lower, cupping my ass. To retaliate, I bit his lip, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Behave,” I warned huskily.
“I thought you wanted to help me wash my hair. Isn’t this better this way?” He pressed me further into him.
“You…” I breathed.
“Come now, sweetheart.” He took the shampoo and put some in my hand. He nibbled at the corner of my mouth, my heart racing, nerves throbbing as ! felt him. My muscles protested against the desire building in my body. I ignored all of it and gently massaged the shampoo into his soft hair, my hands trembling as his fingers started to wander lower. His touch slid over my skin like silk, leaving a hot trail behind. My center clenched in anticipation.
His lips moved down to my neck, his hands kneading my breasts, my resolve slipping.
“Oh… Killian,” I gasped as his hand moved even lower, touching me.
I concentrated on not giving in to him. I bit my lip hard, but both our breaths were labored. The soap washed off him, the water running down his face, droplets clinging to his eyelashes. He looked almost otherworldly. My resolve melted. My restraint slipped.
Our eyes met, my lips parted in a sharp intake of breath. Time seemed to stop.
He grabbed my chin, crashing his lips against mine as his fingers entered me. Our movements were restricted, our pleasure bound by the water, but sometimes the slippery feeling made it easier to explore each other, heightening every sensation. He pulled his fingers away too quickly, and I whimpered.
He groaned as I rubbed myself against his hardness, seeking friction. Then he lifted me slightly, and I grabbed him, guiding him inside of me. I threw my
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head back at the sensation, the ache in my muscles transforming into pleasure that throbbed through my veins. My neck was exposed, and he bit down into the sensitive skin, making our movements slow and agonizing, drawing out every moment.
He guided my movements–there was no rushing this, nowhere to escape. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I gripped the back of the tub for support as 1 moved against him.
“Mila…” he said, as if in prayer.
“Killian…” I pulled him into a kiss, my hands moving down to touch him where we were joined. He stretched me wider.
“Ah…” I moaned as he twisted one of my nipples between his fingers. Then his hand moved lower again, sending a live current through my veins.
“Mila, look at me,” he murmured.
I did. And then he touched my clit and twisted, driving away every coherent thought in my mind. I shattered around him, tightening, and he groaned as he followed, coming inside of me.
I collapsed against his chest, and he held me there, brushing his hands over my back and kissing the crown of my head. I was completely spent, my limbs giving up on me. He kissed my forehead, and warmth bloomed inside me.
“Killian…” I sighed tiredly.
“Hmm?”
“I can’t move.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll dress you.”
He ended up cleaning both of us. I moved only when necessary, and then he took me out of the bathtub, drying me off and wrapping me in a towel. He set me on the dressing table and picked up the hairdryer.
As he dried my hair carefully, my eyes followed his movements. Something inside me melted at the simple gesture. No one had ever done this for me before–such a small act, yet it felt impossibly tender.
Often, after sneaking into his place in the early morning, I would still have to present myself at breakfast at eight. I had endured too many sleepless nights. Many times, I’d been too exhausted to dry my own hair. But now, these hands–capable of terrible things–were gently drying my hair.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked.
“You’re handsome,” I said without hesitation.
He paused, meeting my eyes in the mirror. Then he put down the dryer, a little bashful smile flickering across his lips before disappearing too soon.
He turned to my wardrobe, searching for clothes.
I felt like someone had pierced my heart with a needle.
And the pain… was the good kind of pain.
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