Page 27 of Dagger’s Shield

I lifted my hand off her knee but left the opposite one on her thigh.

When she moved my hand between her legs, God help me, I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my fingers under the silk. I groaned when her wetness coated them.

“Killian, please.”

“Tell me what you want, mon feu.”

She leaned up to kiss me, but I put my mouth on her throat instead.

“Killian—”

“Tell me. Use your words.”

“Make me come.”

It was barely above a whisper, but it was enough.

I slid two fingers into her tight heat. “Christ, you’re soaked,” I groaned, working them slowly, all the way in and all the way out, so she’d feel every bit of it.

“Please.”

“I told you, you have to say the words, mon feu.”

“Bâtard.”

“You want me to stop?”

When she didn’t answer, I removed my fingers.

Her nails dug into my forearm. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“You know what I want, darling. Ask me nicely, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“Touch my clit.”

My rock-hard cock pulsed, and I pressed my thumb on her bundle of nerves. “Do you know how much time I’ve spent imagining touching you like this? Having you beg me to get you off? Every single day, Maëlle. That’s how often I’ve fantasized seeing you like this.”

“Killian,” she groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

I brought my mouth to her ear. “If you were mine, I’d use my teeth to remove your chemise. I’d start at your ankle, and I’d take my time making my way up your body. When I reached your beautiful pink pussy, you’d beg me to lick you. Then I’d hold you open, and I wouldn’t stop, not even if you told me to, not until you’d come so many times you couldn’t remember your own name.”

She was riding my hand now, taking what she wanted.

“And then?” Her teeth were clenched.

“Then I’d turn you over.”

“Mon Dieu.”

“You’d be on your knees, and I’d be so far inside you, you’d feel me for a week.” I curled my fingers, and she clenched around them. “You’d let me. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Would you beg me to fuck you, mon feu?”

“I would.” Her hand came up to my face again, hunting for my mouth, and I dropped my head to her collarbone. “Killian, please⁠—”

“What more do you want?” I asked, wishing my mouth was where my hand was.