Chapter 90 Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Chapter 90
LENORE
Virginia: Finally
Virginia: You and Cameron suck
Virginia: ?
Virginia: Hellooooooooo
Virginia: @Lenore Did you go back to sleep???
Wayne: hey leni
Virginia: So you’re fucking awake?? I almost split my knuckles on your door!
Wayne: it’s too early for your bs
Lenore: Sorry :( I was in the shower
The last message she’d sent was fifteen minutes ago, but the moment I hit send, she replied instantly like she’d been watching the chat. Her replies ranged from threats to concern about how I was and it hit me that if she’d heard about the tournament date, she would have also heard what Killian did during the banquet. She most likely hadn’t brought it up because she didn’t know how to yet. It also occurred to me that I hadn’t even told her what the King did to me, so she wouldn’t have context as to why he did it.
After I finally convinced her that I was okay, she told me we were all going to have a call later in the day, since Wayne had gone for his morning run and Cameron was most likely still asleep. I figured she’d bring up the Cederic incident then.
The moment I set my phone down on the closet island, cinnamon and citrus washed over me before arms came around me from behind. My lips instantly curved into a smile and I leaned into him, heaving a sigh.
“I said not to go anywhere,” he muttered against my ear before gently nipping it.
“You also said we’re going to your uncle’s today.”
“That’s by ten,” he replied, fiddling with the knot of my robe. “It’s not even six yet.”
Well… “Do you have something planned for me?”
“Hmm.” He turned me around in his arms and I raised my brows when he lifted me, placing me on the closet island. His eyes were still glowing, and he had the same goofy smile on his face as he stepped between my legs. Just before I could ask what’s up with you?, his mouth collided with mine.
Killian kissed me with a hunger that made my breath catch. I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders while he slid his hand around my waist, the other one coming up to cradle the back of my head. A moan escaped me the moment his tongue slid against mine, and he swallowed it before his fingers slipped from my curls.
Next thing I knew, cold air was hitting my skin as the knot of my robe came loose and he parted it down the middle.
“Killian,” I gasped as he kissed his way down to my neck, his warmth sending the chill evaporating before he cupped my breast, pulling a whimper from me.
“I didn’t get to taste you last night,” he muttered against my neck, his thumb and forefinger working my hardened nipple, and it took me a moment to realize what he meant.
I swallowed. Hard.
“You did.”
He’d licked his fingers clean right after they’d been in me. Right before we—
“That doesn’t count, Lenore.” He pinched my nipple, drawing a cry from me, before abruptly lifting me up from the island and carrying me out of the closet. I didn’t need a crystal ball to know his destination was the still-rumpled bed.
The moment my back hit the bed, Killian’s lips found mine again, heavy and relentless, and I buried my fingers in his hair as his body settled between my thighs, pinning me beneath him. A faint ache lingered there from last night, but my blood ran hot as his tongue claimed every corner of my mouth until my head swam and the rest of the world dissolved into his scent. His fangs were out again, but he hadn’t so much as nicked me last night, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like if he drank from me while fucking me.
…Fuck.
I sucked in a breath when he broke the kiss, but his lips didn’t go far. He dragged them across my cheek, over my jaw, and down to the dip beneath my ear, while his arms tightened around me.
“You’re so warm, my love,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending a shiver down my spine as warmth pooled between my legs. Then he kissed the spot before his hands moved from my back to my sides, gathering the loose cotton of my robe, and I shifted beneath him, helping him ease it off my shoulders until I was bare beneath him.
This wasn’t the first time he’d be seeing me completely naked, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last, but my heart still hammered against my chest as he braced himself on one forearm above me, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin while his other hand caressed my hip. When his gaze finally fell between my legs, he paused for a moment before returning his eyes to mine, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
My breath hitched at the reminder of what he had planned, and a heavy ache bloomed between my thighs as I gripped the sheets beneath me.
Then he pressed a lingering kiss to my jaw before slowly trailing a path of burning kisses down to my chest, and a gasp tore from my throat, my back arching off the sheets, as his mouth closed around my nipple. He gave it a hard suck and flicked it with his tongue before he continued downward.
He slid lower on the bed, working his way down my stomach, and the combination of his stubble and fangs made my breath catch in ragged hitches.
When he finally reached my hips, he slid off the mattress to kneel on the floor between my legs and though my body hummed with anticipation, a nervous shiver ran through me. He pulled my hips to the edge of the bed and planted his hands on the insides of my knees before pushing them wide, pressing them firmly against the bed. Then his hands shifted to the inside of my thighs, keeping me firmly in place beneath his gaze.
“Killian…” I muttered, my voice unsteady, while a flush crept up my neck. I was even more exposed than I’d been when he pulled all my clothes off last night, and the way his gaze devoured my center left me incredibly aware of every inch of myself. My grip on the sheets tightened.
“Look at you…” he growled softly. “You’re so wet, Lenore.”
My center twitched at his low rasp, and a wicked smirk crossed his face.
Before I could grow even more self-conscious, he dove between my thighs.