Yzabelle.
Killian sighed hard. I never got to see him sighing hard like this. That means my Dad gave him a real hard time.
“I was at the main gate when he blocked me. I wasn’t even able to step inside his territory. Gosh, he had strict security. I waited until he left and it was pure hell, damnit.” He clenched his jaw, a sign that he was pissed. “I could smell him here but soon, I realized I got tricked. He left an illusion of his smell but he wasn’t here anymore. That… bastard! If only I knew, I would have intruded earlier,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“Be careful who you are cursing. That’s my Dad.” I warned him.
“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“That doesn’t even sound genuine,” I crossed my arms above my chest, condemning his tone.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but couldn’t you appreciate me saying sorry when I haven’t done that in my thousand years of living?”
“And you were saying I owe you something for being able to say sorry?”
I rolled my eyes at the ceiling and turned away from him. I could not believe this guy.
Well, nothing had changed. What should I expect? Besides, I already like him being like that.
I secretly shook my head. Why did I even like him? I could not find any reason why I loved him.
He suddenly slumped above my bed beside me.
“You have a nice bedroom here. Though it's kind of giving me a Victorian feel.” I heard him commenting and then he glanced at me. “And why do you look like you were attending a funeral? You're all black.”
I glanced at my outfit. And he was right. I was wearing a turtle-neck long flare sleeve night dress in solid black with lace hem.
I walked towards my walk-in closet and showed him my wardrobe. Everything was black. Tulle lace dress, closed neck, fitted cocktail dress. Everything was black with lace stitching design.
“Black color has been dominating my sense of fashion now since I was a daughter of the darkness. If you don't like it, then, you may go now.”
Killian raised an eyebrow. “I worked hard to get in here, why would I go?”
“Is that the only reason why you were here?”
I wished to hear something more. And I was glad he could not hear my thoughts since I closed it from him. If he would say something more like what I wanted him to, then, I would like it to genuinely come from him. Not because he heard me wishing for something more.
“No,” he said and stared straight at me. “You know that I wanted to be with you always and I don't want to repeat it over and over again.”
I could not help but smile and walked towards him. I stopped in front of him. “Well, as for the record, it's the first time you said it.”
Killian suddenly grabbed me. His strong arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I was in between his legs and he was looking up on me.
I felt the heat start to ignite inside me. It was always like this whenever we were this close. I wonder how long would I ever hold myself from kissing him.
I missed him kissing me, burning me down with his hot kisses.
“I think I already said it many times,” he whispered. “Not with words but with actions.” His voice sounded seductive. And I could not find the urge to fight the seduction.
“Actions without words aren't considered validated,” I murmured.
Killian suddenly grinned. In a swift moment, he pulled me down the bed. The next thing I knew, he was there, above me and I was there, breathing harshly underneath him. His face suddenly lowered down my face, I thought he was going to finally kiss me.
But he didn't. His lips landed on my neck, crawling up to my ear, faintly biting my earlobe.
“So, you wanted me to do the action while confirming with words, huh?” he whispered to my ear. His hoarse aroused voice made it even sexier.
And his warm breath brought shivers down to my spine. I was in between burning and chilling. Too opposite feelings yet it felt wonderful.
“Yeah… I wanted confirmed actions,” I whispered back, words struggling to come out of my mouth.
To be honest, I didn't want to talk right now. All I wanted was to feel him against me. And it seemed he understood my body. His lips moved down to my neck, kissing the hollow of my throat, down to the valley of my breast. I wasn't even aware when he opened the buttons of my nightdress.
And hell that I cared.
I subconsciously arched my back, I felt my nipples aroused as the heat started to consume my entire body. They were craving to be devoured.
I felt his lips kiss above one of my bosoms. His one hand cupped the other. And I felt like exploding when he finally claimed one of my nipples. I couldn’t help the wild growl coming out of my mouth. The sweet sensation was flooding inside my body and all I wanted to do was to enjoy it. I wanted to enjoy every single second of this wonderful experience.
Killian left my nipples and gazed at my mouth with hunger. I was about to grab him and kiss him but he was faster and wilder than I was. He finally claimed my lips in sweet, passionate kisses. His warm and wet tongue parted my teeth and delved in and out of my mouth, exploring, sucking, and playing. His one hand continued fondling and caressing my breast and all I could do was moan and groan. I was so desperate to feel more that I wasn't even aware of how he undressed me and himself.
“Yzabelle…” he groaned with aching needs.
He kept on kissing me and I was moaning in between our kisses.
“Are you sure you wanted to do this? You can ask me to stop while I am still able to stop myself.”
That was the sexiest warning I had ever heard in my damn life. And I wasn't sane enough to stop him.
“I don't want you to stop, my prince…” I whispered between kisses. “Let's do this,” I moaned wildly.
“You wished for it, don’t regret it.”