It felt like hours before the shrieking between her ears dimmed to a simmering roar. Hours before she could let her toes uncurl against the roped sheets. She had no sense in her head to think or move. All she could do was lie there in a limp, sated haze while her body continued to shudder every so often with some inner electric current that refused to quit.
“Killian…” His name was the first thing she could get her tongue to work around.
The fingers eased out from inside her and she whimpered. She shivered and shut her eyes as exhaustion threatened to take her under.
“That’s what good girls get when they are patient,” she vaguely heard him murmur.
She could only muster a moan in response.
Something sharp and blunt closed around her nipple and tugged. Juliette jolted awake with a cry of pain. Her chin jerked down to find Killian’s dark head moving over her breast. It lifted just enough so their eyes met.
“Not done yet,” he told her.
“So tired,” she whispered.
He lowered his mouth and nuzzled the nipple he’d assaulted, making it tingle and her moan. Her hands instinctively went to the back of his skull, cradling him to her as he worked her body back awake. Against her side, his hand drifted along the curve of her waist to rest against her hip. It eased under and she was lifted to him. His pelvis aligned with hers and she was gifted with the full weight of his cock settling against her mound. His head lifted and hovered over hers. Most of his weight was supported by the forearm he planted on the pillow next to her head, but the majority of it was on her, molding her into the mattress. She found that she didn’t mind it. There was something incredibly comfortable about it.
Juliette smiled up at him. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she’d just had the most incredible, earth shattering climax of her life, but whatever it was, she felt an overwhelming sense of contentment for the first time in forever and it refused to stay contained.
“Did I squirt?” she asked, not really sure when everything down there felt wet and tingly.
Killian made a sound that could have been a snort or a chuckle. “No, but we still have time.”
She burst out laughing and, without thinking, lifted her head and kissed him.
Immediately, she knew she’d done something wrong when he jerked back. Hot, intense eyes bore down into hers with a look of stunned anger. His entire body had gone rigid.
Juliette shrank back against the pillow. “I’m sorry. Is that not allowed—?”
His response was a snarl of rage before his mouth slammed down over hers, violent and starving. Fingers closed into her hair, dragging her head back as he consumed her. His body shifted against hers, opening her even wider to his hard hips. The arm beneath her tightened and dragged her down to him as he pushed up against her. His cock beat into her clit with every downward descent, getting harder and crueler with every second.
He broke the kiss when her pained whimper hummed between them. He began to draw back, but Juliette grabbed him, yanked him back down.
“Don’t stop!” she panted, bringing his mouth back to hers.
His growl vibrated against her swollen lips, making them tingle and part for the invasion of his tongue. The arm beneath her pulled out and the hand settled her writhing hips, forcing her against the mattress. He bit her lip sharply when she whined in protest.
“I need to be inside you!”
He gave her no time to brace when his cock drove home deep inside her with a single, powerful thrust.
Juliette gave a cry that had nothing to do with pleasure as he tore through the thin membrane protecting her innocence. The bulging length of him filled her with a pressure that brought tears to her eyes and drew blood from the skin of his back where her nails raked.
Above her, Killian had gone rigid. His eyes were wide with stunned realization as he stared down at her. His heart slammed into hers. The two mirrored each other perfectly in the fraught silence.
“You’re a virgin,” he panted, his tone accusatory.
“I’m sorry…”
He snapped out a curse that made her flinch. His nostrils flared as he glowered down at her. He swore again and gripped her tighter when she tried to pull away.
“Too late for that, love,” he said tightly. “The damage is done. I’m inside you.”
As though to prove it, he shifted his hips. The uncomfortable pang made Juliette groan and tighten her hold on his shoulders. She gritted her teeth and struggled to block it out, but every thrust, no matter how slow or careful felt like he was tearing her in two. Each one grated against her tender flesh and she fought not to let herself cry.
Face as tight as the corded muscles of his arms trembling on either side of her, Killian exhaled through his nose. He drew back just enough to reach for the end table. Juliette watched him as he yanked open the drawer and rummaged inside. He returned with a white bottle in hand. He flicked the cap open with his thumb and rose higher to bring the bottle between their bodies.
Juliette watched as it was tipped and clear liquid drizzled over her mound. The unexpected coolness made her jump as it ran over her clit to drench his cock.
“What—?”
“Hold still,” he told her when she started to shift.
The top was snapped back into place and the bottle was pitched aside. His hand returned to her hip. He drew back and she winced at the slight burn. But as the lube began to work its way inside her with every gradual thrust, the friction became fluid and intense.
“Better?” he asked when she gasped.
It was. It was better than she had ever imagined. The hard feel of him filling her slick walls, the teasing little bursts of pleasurable pain that exploded every time he hit the end, it was incredible.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
His grip tightened. His movement quickened. Juliette panted as a new burn began to build deep inside her. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping him close as the familiar surge of euphoria began to build.
“Killian…”
Without a word, one hand slipped between their bodies and rested flat against her pelvis. His thumb found the hardened little muscle slick with arousal and lubrication and stroked. Each flick was followed by a thrust of his hips. The combination had her back arching and her toes curling. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as an overwhelming burst of ecstasy rushed over her. His name hitched out of her, again and again, growing louder and more desperate with every second that passed and she teetered on that colorful brink.
“Come on, love,” he coaxed, his own voice ragged. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
With a sound between a sob and a wail, Juliette fell. It was the sort of collision that pulled every nerve ending in her body into a knot. She might have cried out, but the sound was lost in a buzz of aftershock that dulled everything but the implosion of her very soul. Killian kept the steady pace, never in a hurry as she gripped at him with her walls and sucked him in deeper. She was vaguely aware of his grunt, of the bruising clamp of his fingers. Then he collapsed over her while the world continued to spin.
Neither moved for several minutes. They lay in a tangled knot of damp limbs and pulsing sexes. She could feel the clench of her pussy every time his embedded cock twitched inside her. She could feel the crack of his heart clapping in time with hers. His weight was a hot, solid blanket draped over her, molding her possessively in the confines of his fierce embrace. He cradled her to him even when he pulled free and she whimpered her protest into the corded muscle of his shoulder.
“You lied to me,” he said into the unsteady pulse at her throat.
Juliette closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Carefully, he pulled out of her arms and left the bed. She watched him move with confidence to the door across the room on the left. A light was switched on before he disappeared inside and shut the door. A moment later, water hitting basin filled the silence. A toilet flushed. The water was shut off, then the lights and he was walking towards her once more, still naked, with a white cloth in hand.