Chapter 85 Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Chapter 85
LENORE
Killian carried me over to the bed, his grip on me so tight I knew it would leave marks on my thigh.
The moment he lowered us to it, whatever air I’d managed to reclaim vanished all over again as I stared up at him, framed by the broad line of his shoulders, before he captured my lips once more, the kiss deeper and more urgent this time.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I pulled him down until there wasn’t a fraction of space left between us, tangling my fingers in his hair. It was consuming. I kept breaking the kiss one moment to catch my breath only to dive back in the next, and he met me every time, equally determined to lose himself in the taste of me.
A low, deep rumble vibrated through his chest before I could no longer ignore my lungs protesting and I broke the kiss with a gasp, panting while he got off the bed. My gaze stayed on the ceiling for a moment before I swallowed and glanced at him. He was undoing his dress shirt, intently focused on me—his eyes were noticeably brighter—and then he slowly dragged his gaze down my body, making me grip the sheets beneath me. The corner of his mouth turned up as he shifted his eyes back to mine before reaching for his slacks.
I’d seen him naked hours ago, but that hadn't prepared me for this. Fully erect, thick, and distinctly curved… the sheer sight of him—with the tip glistening—sent a fresh shock straight down my spine.
Then he was back on the bed, crawling over me with a wicked grin on his face. “Hey,” he muttered before capturing my lips in a short kiss, then trailing his lips down my neck, leaving my skin burning in his wake. He lowered himself to me, and the sudden, heavy press of his impossibly hot and rigid cock against my thigh could not be ignored.
Oh God. A soft gasp escaped me as he dragged the head slick and slow along my skin while he groaned against my neck. “Killian.”
“Fuck.” He pressed a final kiss to the curve of my neck before lifting his head, his eyes burning even brighter now, as his fingers gently hooked beneath the thin strap of my camisole. “Can I?”
He looked like a starving man, and though anxiety danced beneath my skin, anticipation curled through me too.
I reached for the straps, dragging them down my arms rather than pulling the camisole over my head, and the second I peeled the neckline down to free my breasts, his mouth was on me. “Ah!”
The draw was immediate and shocking, his hot tongue swirling hard against my nipple as he pulled me in deep. Each tug of his mouth sent a sharp pulse of heat rushing down to my thighs as his hand cupped my other breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple slowly. I arched off the bed into his touch, into his mouth, my hands instinctively burying themselves into his hair to hold him close as the wet heat tore ragged breaths from my chest.
Then a razor-sharp tip grazed my nipple and a sharp gasp escaped me. It wasn’t a bite—it was clear he wasn’t trying to hurt me—but his fang brushing against me sent another jolt racing down my spine. I didn’t even know they were out.
“Your fangs are—ngh—out,” I said as he laved the spot he had just grazed.
“You’re driving me crazy, Lenore,” he muttered hoarsely, intensifying the ache that had formed between my thighs. He then shifted his head to give my other breast the same thorough attention until I was writhing beneath him.
When he finally pulled away to kiss his way down, dragging my camisole lower as he advanced, his fangs were still out. He kept their touch feather-light though—just a dangerous graze that made me want to beg him to do whatever he wanted to me. Upon getting to the waistband of my shorts, his advance paused, and before I could even draw a full breath, he sat back on his heels, hooked his fingers under my waistband, and stripped my shorts off—taking the camisole and my underwear with them in one fluid, desperate motion. The action also knocked my fuzzy slippers off and the realization that I was completely naked in front of Killian hit me. Followed closely by the fact that my legs were resting on his thighs. Parted. With his eyes fixed between them.
I was on full display for him.
For a moment, he just stared, his gaze sharpening while his chest heaved. Then slowly, he reached out, dragging two fingers down my center and drawing a short cry from my lips, before pulling his hand back to his face—my slickness shining on his skin. His gaze shifted to mine.
“Fuck, Lenore.”
Heat flooded my face and the overwhelming urge to hide washed over me. I shifted farther up the bed, not even sure where I was going or what I was doing—I just wanted to escape those hungry eyes.
“No, no, don’t, please,” he said in a rush, his hand catching my ankle, and I instantly pressed my hands to my face, my cheeks burning even hotter. “My love… look at me.”
If I wasn’t so aware of the breeze caressing every inch of my exposed skin, I might have laughed. Just minutes ago, I was the one begging him to look at me, and now that I had his undivided attention, I was trying to melt into the bed.
Ugh.
A moment later, he let go of my ankle, and I slowly pulled my hands away from my face, pursing my lips at his slightly furrowed brows. “Sorry,” I muttered, taking a deep breath, and the confusion in his expression grew.
“Why are you apologizing?”
Instead of answering, I shook my head, drawing my legs closer and pressing my thighs tightly together while shielding my breasts with my hands.
By the look on his face, stabbing him would probably have been the more merciful option. “Please don’t hide from me,” he pleaded and his voice… God, his voice. I felt like such an asshole.
Was it always this bright in the room?
“I’m sorry… I’m ruining the mood.”
“Absolutely not,” he said without hesitation, staring at me with such intense adoration that I almost looked away.
“...Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said matter-of-factly, tilting his head with a look of pure, unadulterated confusion at the question, and I snorted. “It’s the truth, my love. Not looking at you would be a sign that I’ve lost my mind.”
Something giddy fluttered in my stomach and my lips twitched into a smile. “Hmm, my prince is good with words,” I teased, my voice light as he trailed his hand gently up my calf.
“I can write you a poem right here and now,” he offered and I shook my head, smiling. “Where do I begin? With your eyes, perhaps—the ones that make me forget every word I mean to say—”
I leaned up, gently slapping my palm over his mouth. A smile threatened to split my face in half, and his eyes twinkled above my hand as he stared back at me, making a rush of warmth fill my chest.
Letting go of the instinct to hide, I eased the hand still covering my breasts away from my body before slowly spreading my legs once more. Killian sucked in a ragged breath, his gaze dropping between my thighs as if pulled by gravity. When his eyes met mine again, my poem-writing prince had become the starving prince once again, and I swallowed hard, gesturing for him to close the space between us.
He didn’t need a second invitation, shifting instantly to hover over me. “You are absolutely exquisite,” he muttered before lowering his body to mine and the uninterrupted contact of his skin against my own sent a shockwave through me.
His cock settled against my clit and—oh, fuck! He didn’t even go in or move, but my mind still stuttered, my eyes drifting shut, and his name fell from my lips like a prayer, “Killian.”
When I opened my eyes once more, he smiled down at me despite how tense he was. His hand came up to cup my face, his lips brushing my jaw before he pressed them to mine, his fangs still out.
My hands reached for him, sliding over his shoulders and back, as his tongue tangled with mine in deep, possessive strokes. Beneath my palms, his skin was smooth but the muscle underneath made him feel like silk wrapped around steel. The heat radiating off him was immense, and coupled with his weight and scent… fuck, it was overwhelming. And he’d barely even done anything yet.
This man was going to ruin me.
Slowly, his hand traveled down from my cheek—skimming my throat, dipping between my breasts, and tracing down my stomach before resting over my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The moment his fingers touched my clit, a violent shiver racked through me and I gasped against his mouth.
He circled it once, teasingly, before his fingers slid lower, stroking the slickness between my folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had me torn between squeezing my thighs shut or opening them wider. When he tore his mouth from mine, his eyes were hooded, and my whimpers and broken moans spilled into the air between us as my nails dug into his back.
Then he pushed a finger into me, sinking in to the first knuckle, then the second, until he was buried deep within me. Oh… The sensation of him filling me, even if it was just a fraction, had my hips jerking right up off the sheets.
His cock twitched against my inner thigh in response—a hard, throbbing promise—and a dizzying wave of anticipation crashed over me. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like when it was finally him inside me instead.
“You’re everything,” he murmured against my skin.
The sound was gravelly, low, vibrating straight through my chest and down to where his fingers began to move with a hypnotic rhythm that made my head roll back into the bed and a loud moan tear from my lips. He dragged his finger out until the tip almost slipped free, only to sink it back in, and before my mind could process the exquisite feeling, I felt a second finger press against my opening.
My breath caught. “Killian…”
“Yes, my love? Do you want me to keep going?”
I swallowed, bobbing my head, and he held my gaze as he eased another finger in, stretching me to accommodate him. My eyes widened, every nerve ending firing at once as he slid both fingers deep inside. He established the same hypnotic rhythm, curling his fingers together on the pull back just as his thumb came down to press firmly against my clit.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” he said softly, sounding almost amazed, as my nails dug even deeper into his back, hard enough that it had to hurt now.
Sitting back on his heels once again, his gaze tracked the movement of his own hand as he pumped his fingers faster into me, drawing helpless whimpers from my throat—sounds he clearly relished as his free hand grabbed my thigh. With my hands no longer having access to his back anymore—and the heat in my belly threatening to lay waste to me—I filled them with my breasts instead, squeezing.
A primal growl rumbled out of Killian’s chest the instant he caught sight of it. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled his fingers out of me, and a desperate, broken protest tore from my lips at the sudden loss.
“Killian, please.” I had no idea where the words came from—me, obviously—and Killian looked genuinely stunned for a split second.
“What do you need, my love?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“You.” As much as I needed air.
“Yeah?”
I squeezed my breasts again, feeling like there was a storm trapped beneath my skin, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. “Please.”
“...You’re going to be the death of me, Lenore,” he gritted out before bringing his fingers—the ones that had been torturing me—to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my slickness clean off them.
“Oh…”
Hooking his hands beneath my thighs, he dragged my hips closer to his lap, tilting them up to position me exactly where he wanted me before he leaned forward, bracing his weight above me. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice impossibly thick, and the moment I hooked my ankles around his waist, his free hand guided the broad, heavy head of his cock to my entrance. Then he began to ease forward. “Breathe, my love.”
His love did not, in fact, breathe.
Air left me in a whoosh and my hands abandoned my breasts to grip his back for dear life. As his tip pressed past my entrance, a sharp hiss escaped me and my hips jerked against the bed.
Killian froze instantly, his muscles locking tight beneath my hands while his eyes, full of concern, quickly scanned my expression. If I wasn’t so overwhelmed, I’d have kissed him.
“I’m okay,” I muttered, nodding, and he exhaled softly before the hand guiding him moved to clamp firmly over my hip, holding me still. Lowering his face, he pressed a tender kiss to my lips, drawing my focus completely away from the ache between my thighs while he steadily pushed his cock further in.
My mind went completely static, stunned by the sheer fullness filling me up inch by inch, and when he finally sank all the way in, he broke the kiss. A guttural groan escaped him as I threw my head back, hissing again—not just because it stung this time.
Killian was massive. My walls clamped around him, every muscle straining to accommodate the overwhelming yet incredible intrusion.
“Fuck, fuck…” he gritted out, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his breath slamming against my skin in harsh, shuddering exhales as he held himself completely still. “Are you okay?”
I honestly had no idea.
“...Lenore?” he called in a strained voice as he lifted his head to stare at me, worry evident on his face, and I blinked rapidly, swallowing.
“I’m thinking.”
He furrowed his brows slightly and his thumb made soothing circles against my sensitive skin, calming the tremors running through my legs. “That sounds… Do you want me t—”
“I’m trying to decide if I’m okay.”
His concern gave way to slight confusion, and the corner of my mouth twitched as the stinging between my legs slowly faded, replaced by a steady, thrumming warmth.
“And?” he asked softly.
“I’ll get back to you.”
A smile lit up his face as the tension melted away from my body, leaving a molten sensation spreading through my stomach and down my thighs. I arched my back, pressing my chest flush against his before rolling my hips, and a spark raced through me.
“Killian…” I moaned while his smile vanished.
“Fuck yes.”
He eased out of his brace above me, wrapping his arm firmly around my back to hold me against him while his other hand remained on my hip. The heavy press of his body knocked a sharp gasp from me, but the complete lack of space between us was intoxicating. The erratic thud of his heart pounded in sync with my own, and the fact that I affected him as much as he affected me thrilled me. Then he captured my lips in a short, deep kiss, and the moment he broke it, he drew his cock back slowly.
“Oh.” The friction sent a shudder rippling up my spine and I whimpered, my body instantly aching for the fullness to return when only his tip remained in me.
He didn’t keep me waiting.
With a low growl in the back of his throat, he drove back in, sinking all the way home until his hips pressed flush against mine. White-hot pleasure shot through me, my walls wrapping tight around him, and the room seemed to spin around me.
Again. And apparently my brain decided this was an excellent time to leave the building.
Again. And breathing became an optional feature.
Killian’s thrusts grew longer and firmer, locking into a relentless rhythm that promised to completely undo me. Out and in. Thick and deep.
“No, no, my love. Keep those eyes on me,” Killian said hoarsely. I had no idea I’d even closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I found myself drowning in his stare. “Gods, you feel incredible.”
“Please, please don’t stop,” I cried, clawing at his back while my hips lifted to meet every thrust which sent a blinding jolt racing up my spine, pooling violently in my stomach and radiating out to my fingertips.
“Never.”
This was really happening. I was having sex with Killian.
The air in the room was heavy with sweat and heat, and the sound of us echoed wildly—the wet noise of him burying into me, the bed creaking under us, and our breathless moans.
My body was completely attuned to his, reacting to every shift of his weight, every flex of his thighs against mine, and the pressure building inside me finally broke through in a series of helpless sobs. Something almost reverent flickered across Killian’s face before the intensity returned. His hand slid from my hip to my thigh, lifting my leg slightly higher, and the subtle shift drove him straight into a spot so deep and intense that I sobbed harder while my walls pulsed around him.
Fuck…
My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. 
A scream tore from my throat as my whole body went rigid, my walls clamping around him in tight, frantic spasms.
“Lenore!” was all that escaped him before his mouth sealed over mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a way I could only describe as feral as he swallowed my cries. He tasted like heat, sweat, and absolute ruin.
My body felt both heavy and incredibly light at the same time, and Killian did not slow down. After he broke the kiss, his hold on me tightened as he began to drive into me with a relentless pace, giving me no chance to recover from the tremors still wracking my body, and the friction… It was blinding, striking every hypersensitive nerve ending he had just set on fire.
“Lenore, Lenore, Lenore.”
Once again, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—I could only babble incoherently and cling to him as he pounded into me. My walls which were still rippling seized violently around him all over again, caught in a second, shattering orgasm before the first had even fully cleared. That sent him over the edge.
With a low, guttural growl, he drove himself forward, burying himself to the hilt, and groaned wildly into the crook of my neck as he finally came. His heat flooding me sent a sharp shockwave down my spine, and a breathless gasp tore from my throat while I still shook like a leaf beneath him.
For a long moment afterward, the room was dead silent save for the loud, ragged sound of our breathing. Killian was still on me, his face buried in the crook of my neck while his chest heaved against my breasts, slick with sweat.
“Killian?”
He tightened his hold on me even more. “My love?”
“...You’re crushing me.” I was not joking—I was completely pinned to the bed.
He instantly lifted his head, glancing between us, and his eyes widened slightly as if he’d only just become aware of his weight. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” he said, immediately rolling onto his back and taking me with him. “...How do you feel?” His voice was soft, tentative, and what we’d done settled in my mind like an anvil. The fact that his cock was still in me only increased the weight.
I absolutely did not regret it. If anything, I wondered why we hadn’t done it sooner, but heat still bloomed in my face and I pressed my face to his chest, suddenly very interested in the rhythm of his heartbeat. “...Good.”
“Good?”
I nodded. “Hmm, very good.”
“...That’s all?”
“Shhhhh.”
A soft laugh rumbled through his chest and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Go to sleep, my love,” he muttered before pressing a kiss to the top of my head and I let my eyes fall shut. I was already spent and with his heartbeat filling my ears and his warmth all around me, it didn’t take long for sleep to pull me under.
He felt like home after all.