CHAPTER 69
LIANA’S POV
Killian grabbed me and threw me on the bed so suddenly, like he couldn’t take it anymore, like he was done listening, done asking, and was now ready to take everything he felt and pour it into every inch of my skin until I forgot how to be angry at him, until all I could do was feel.
I gasped, the air punching out of my lungs as my back hit the mattress, but I immediately tried to scramble off, my legs barely hitting the floor before his hand was already grabbing my arm, yanking me back to the center of the bed, his grip firm
strong, full of fire, like he needed me right now or he’d lose his fucking mind.
“K–Killian,” I stuttered, pushing at his chest, my heart racing, my voice shaky, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t even blink. He slapped my hands away like they were nothing and started stripping me, tugging at my shirt, yanking my shorts down so fast I couldn’t even keep up, and the next second I was bare, completely naked under his eyes.
I tried to cross my arms over my chest, tried to pull my thighs together, but he looked at me with that cold, hard stare that said don’t. And just like that, I stopped.
He climbed on top of me without a word, slammed
mouth on mine, kissed me like he wanted to erase every thought I’d ever had that didn’t include him. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, his hand locking around my jaw as if to remind me I wasn’t allowed to pull away. The kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t soft, it was messy, angry, and heated. It was all teeth and tongue
like he was punishing me and worshiping me at the same time.
, but he grip, 1 I pushed at him again, not knowing if I was telling him to stop or telling myself to
he didn’t let up. He kissed
harder, groaning into my mouth like he couldn’t help it, like even now, after everything, I still made him lose control.
“Killian, stop,” I said, my voice breaking, but he didn’t. He moved his mouth to my neck, dragging it lower until he found the mark he’d given me. The second his mouth touched it, I moaned. I didn’t want to, but it slipped out. My body reacted before my brain could stop it.
He sucked hard on that spot, growling as if he was claiming me all over again. His hand grabbed my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple until I gasped again. He kept going, sucking and squeezing, switching between my breasts, rubbing one while his mouth devoured the other, and I couldn’t stop the way my back arched into him. My body was burning, aching, giving in faster than I wanted it to.
I whimpered, “K–Killian… please,” but even I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or begging him not to.
He kissed down my stomach slowly, but not like he was teasing. It was purposeful. He kissed down past my belly button, dragged his mouth across my thighs until I was shaking, then pushed my legs open and buried his face between them.
I gasped, my hands flying to his head, trying to push him back, but when his tongue licked through me, I cried out and grabbed his hair instead, holding him there.
“Killian stop. I can’t!
He licked me like he couldn’t stop, like he didn’t want to stop, like he needed to taste everything I had to give. Every single lick was fire, slow at first, then faster, deeper, his tongue dragging over the most sensitive parts of me while I was squirming under him. He was biting, sucking, licking like it was a competition, like he was trying to destroy every thought in my head
that wasn’t him.
I came Hard
But he didn’t stop
I came again, and he still didn’t stop
He kept licking me, relentless and greedy, his tongue dipping inside me while his hands held my thighs wide apart. Every
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time I tried to close them, he just pushed them open again, kept going, kept making me fall apart all over again.
“Killian!” I screamed, and I wasn’t even sure if I was crying or moaning anymore. My body was trembling, shaking from how hard he was pushing me, and then his fingers replaced his tongue. One at first, then two, then three, sliding into me so fast
and so deep that I nearly lost it.
“Oh my god-”
He curled them just right, moved them in and out with precision, while his thumb rubbed circles over my clit and made me scream. My fifth orgasm hit me like a truck, making my whole body spasm. I grabbed at his wrist, trying to stop him, but he
didn’t stop.
When he finally pulled his fingers out of me, I could barely breathe. He looked at his hand, covered in me, then looked at me
like he wanted to mark this moment forever.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I shook my head slowly, not trusting myself to speak.
“Now.”
He grabbed my jaw, held it tight, and slid his fingers into my mouth.
“Lick.”
I obeyed, licking them slowly, tasting myself on his skin.
He watched me the entire time.
“How does it taste?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
I couldn’t answer. My lips parted, but nothing came out.
He pulled his fingers out, smirked, and said, “That’s how you taste without me. Sweet. But not complete.”
He leaned down, brushed his lips against mine.
“You’ll have another taste when I’m done with you. By then… you’ll see the fucking difference.”
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