Chapter 82 My Decision

Chapter 82 My Decision
Alexandria POV 
I wasn’t stopping. 
I should have done this a long time ago. 
I shove his cloak from his shoulders and it falls heavily to the floor. 
My fingers slide into his hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. 
For a moment he hesitates. 
Then something in him gives. 
His hands begin to move—hungry, roaming over my body as if he’s been starving for the right to touch me like this. 
Tongues tangle. 
Breaths grow ragged. 
I pull back just enough to yank his tunic over his head. 
My eyes drink in the sight of his bare chest—hard muscle crossed with scars, the long histories of battles carved into his skin. 
Tonight I’m not interested in those stories. 
Our mouths crash together again. 
His hands find the ties of my tunic, loosening them quickly before sliding the fabric up my body—then he pauses. 
He pulls back slightly. 
 “Are you sure?” 
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding hard. 
He doesn’t ask again. 
The tunic is lifted cleanly over my head and dropped to the floor. His mouth is back on mine before I can even draw another breath. 
A moan slips into his mouth. 
He lifts me easily and I wrap my legs possessively around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, never breaking the kiss. 
His body settles over mine. 
I can feel his hardness through his trousers, pressing insistently between my thighs. 
I grind against him. 
“Oh fuck,” he growls, the sound rough and deep as his mouth leaves mine and begins to trace down my neck. 
Kissing. 
Licking. 
Sucking. 
A helpless moan escapes me, and that only seems to encourage him. 
His mouth moves lower, reaching my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly while his fingers play with the other—rolling and pinching it between thumb and forefinger. 
I let him tease me until I can’t stand it anymore. 
My hand cups his jaw and pulls his face back up to mine so I can kiss him again. 
My fingers drift down his chest, over the hard lines of muscle and the ridges of his stomach, until I reach the bulge straining against his trousers. 
I clutch him through the fabric. 
Stroke him. 
Just once. 
Twice. 
But it isn’t enough. 
My other hand slips down to untie the strings of his pants. I want skin. I want him against me. 
The knot comes loose. 
Killian rises to his knees, holding the loosened trousers for a moment. His eyes lock onto mine, a crooked smirk tugging at his mouth. 
Then he lets them fall. 
My gaze drops immediately. 
His cock springs free—thick and heavy. 
Without thinking, I lick my lips. 
I rise to my knees in front of him and press a slow kiss to his stomach. 
Then another. 
My tongue traces over the hard planes of his abdomen as I move lower, kissing and nibbling my way down his body. His cock twitches with anticipation. 
Just before reaching the tip, I pause. 
I glance up at him. 
His mouth hangs open slightly. His eyes are dark and pleading. 
Slowly, I lean forward and flick my tongue across the tip. 
Killian groans like something deep inside him has finally snapped free. 
I tease him with light licks, running my tongue along the length of his shaft before returning to the head again—never quite taking him into my mouth. 
Stealing glances upward to watch his reaction. 
His fists are clenched. 
His arms tremble. 
His eyes squeeze shut. 
A wicked smile curls across my lips. 
Then I plunge down. 
Open-throated. 
“Fuck!” he bellows, one hand flying to the back of my head to steady himself. 
I move slowly at first, sliding up and down his length, taking him deeper each time until my throat relaxes around him. 
His fingers tangle in my hair. 
He’s trying—so hard—to be gentle. 
After a moment he cups my chin and gently lifts my face so my eyes meet his. 
“My turn,” he growls. 
He pushes me back onto the bed. 
I can’t help the smile spreading across my face as he straddles my legs and begins untying the strings at my waist. 
He pauses once more and glances up. 
Asking. 
I nod immediately. 
He grins and slides my pants down my legs, tossing them aside. 
A low groan escapes him. 
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, staring down at me. 
Suddenly I feel a flicker of nervousness under the intensity of his gaze. 
Self-conscious beneath the hunger burning in his eyes. 
He sees it instantly. 
Instead of moving, he lowers himself slowly over me and simply looks at me. 
“You are so beautiful, Alexandria,” he says softly. 
“I love you.” 
My chest tightens. 
“I love you too.” 
And I mean it. 
Every ounce of doubt melts away. 
I pull him down into another kiss. 
Our hands roam over each other again, relearning every inch of skin. 
His mouth trails down my body once more. 
My neck. 
My breasts. 
My stomach. 
Until finally— 
He reaches between my thighs. 
He pauses for a heartbeat. 
Almost reverent. 
Then his lips lower to me. 
He kisses the soft skin there slowly, teasing the outer folds with his tongue before finally spreading me gently with his fingers. 
His tongue slips inside. 
Pleasure explodes through me. 
My hands twist into the animal-skin blankets as he begins to move—slow circles of his tongue over my clit, then soft sucking before returning to those tight, rhythmic licks. 
Lick. 
Suck. 
Lick. 
Suck. 
Until finally he pulls my clit gently between his teeth and grinds it perfectly against the firm pressure of his mouth. 
I break apart. 
My fingers clench in his hair as my whole body shudders, helpless beneath the waves crashing through me. 
He grips my thighs firmly and keeps his mouth on me the entire time, riding out every tremor until the intensity finally fades into softer ripples. 
Reluctantly, he lifts his head. 
Our eyes meet. 
“Come inside me now,” I gasp through ragged breaths. 
He raises an eyebrow. 
“Please” I beg. 
A crooked grin spreads across his face. 
Instead of answering, he slips one finger inside me. 
I moan loudly as he begins moving it in slow, deliberate strokes. 
“No,” I pant. “Your cock.” 
His grin widens. 
“I don’t think you’re ready for my cock just yet.” 
A second finger slides inside me. 
I cry out as he pumps them deeper, faster, stretching me. 
Another orgasm crashes through me, my body clamping down around his hand. 
His expression turns deeply satisfied. 
“Now,” he murmurs softly, “you’re ready.” 
He withdraws his fingers and positions himself at my entrance. 
He looks at me one last time. 
I nod. 
Slowly, he pushes inside. 
I gasp. 
He’s big, stretching me in a way that takes a moment to adjust to—but the moment passes quickly as he begins to move. 
Slowly at first. 
Savoring every inch. 
“Fuuuuuck,” he growls. “You feel amazing.” 
His hips begin to drive forward. 
I match his rhythm instinctively, my hands gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and faster. 
Harder. 
Faster. 
Deeper. 
Harder. 
Faster. 
Deeper. 
Until we shatter together. 
Shouting. 
Moaning. 
Clinging to each other like we might never let go. 
When it’s over, he collapses against me. 
We lie tangled together—sweat-slicked skin, limbs intertwined, breathing hard. 
Savoring the quiet that follows.