Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I think he broke my brain. All I can think about is coming again. Being used by him. Taken.
He pays such close attention to me, I think he can tell by my shallow breaths that I want it.
Every instinct I have tells me to resist whatever this is, not to let him touch me anymore, but my body seems to belong to him. He pumps his fingers in and out of my well-filled pussy, and he doesn’t stop until I come again, my convulsing muscles squeezing his fingers as I cry out against the cold stone beneath my face.
It feels different this time. Scary. I feel like he used up all of me, and there’s nothing left.
And my pussy has never been this wet in my life.
If he shoved his cock in me again, I’d have no choice but to take it. I want him inside me and near me so badly, I wouldn’t even be able to stop if someone did walk out and see us.
He knows how desperately I need him, so this time when he finishes me off, he pulls up my panties and my tights, and tugs my dress back down.
I still feel… detached from myself, but not in a bad way this time. Not in a traumatic way. I just feel so attached to him, there’s no way I could also be attached to anything with the capability of tearing away from him. There’s not enough of me for both of us, so my body and mind choose to be his.
I’m like his poltergeist in this moment; I would follow him to the very ends of the earth. I don’t have a choice.
Killian pulls me back over to lean against the building, and he sits down beside me. He knows what I need, so he pulls me into him, holding me tight, kissing my forehead and caressing me as he tells me I’m okay.
I wrap my arms around him tight and close my eyes, listening to his heartbeat and fighting a confusing need to cry.
“It’s okay,” he promises, leaning down to kiss my face.
Oh, I guess I’m not fighting the need. I didn’t notice, but tears have leaked down my cheeks. He’s kissing them away.
I meet his gaze, feeling like my heart and soul are in my eyes and he could simply reach out and swipe them.
Killian cradles my face and softly kisses my mouth, and then he holds me until I’ve recovered from this intense need and vulnerability.
Recover doesn’t seem like the right word. I get to a point where I can stand again, but the moment he lets me go, I feel bereft.
He takes my hand and hauls me back into the opera house to finish our tour, but it’s not enough contact. I need to be closer to him.
I wander aimlessly through one more room, but I can’t enjoy myself anymore. I feel like an addict who can only concentrate on their next fix, so I ask, “Can we go back to the hotel?”
He seems surprised, but this whole trip is for me, so of course he says yes.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed together, touching, fucking, and being as close as humanly possible.
I never want to leave him.
I never want him to leave me.
Even when my body couldn’t possibly take another round, I curl close to him, absently caressing his perfectly chiseled pecs before settling my hand over his heart and my head on his shoulder.
I’ve been dreaming of a feeling like this my whole life, and my imagination fell short.
Because this is… everything.
I know it’s absolutely crazy, but I know what I feel.
This can only be love.
Chapter Thirty-three
Brynn
When my eyes open, the hotel room is dark. The only light streaming in is from the street and the opera house across the way.
I’m completely naked, but I don’t have even a twinge of shyness when I feel Killian’s big hand come around and cup my breast as his lips brush my back. My body is his domain now, and he can do anything he wants to it.
I smile softly, feeling utterly at peace. “Good morning.”
He chuckles. “Good evening. You need to get up.”
“I can’t. I live in this bed now. Can you fill out the change of address forms for me?”
“Can I take this to mean you won’t fight me about staying with me now?”
“I couldn’t resist the chance to spend every night in your bed if I tried,” I answer honestly.
“Damn,” he murmurs, not bothering to hide his smugness. “I guess I fucked you good today, didn’t I?”
I know he’s teasing so I smile, but I also know that in some ways I feel like a different person than I was when I woke up this morning, so… yes, he most certainly did.
It’s not just the sex, though.