Page 169 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

I closed my lips around his tongue and tasted myself and him. “Please,” I breathed. I was losing my mind.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and flipped us over on the bed so I laid on my back. He knelt between my legs, nudging my knees apart so I was sprawled before him and his eyes flashed, trailing slow over my naked body. I could tell all restraint was snapping from the way he breathed.

“I want to see your cock.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you do,” he said, lowering his mouth at the apex of my thighs, kissing and sucking on that bundle of nerves till I was a puddle of sweat and moans and withering and whimpering—melting like liquid iron onto the sheets. His tongue licked a trail over my slit and hummed before thrusting it inside of me. He devoured me, his licks and kisses were not savouring like it had been that time, the man was hungry—mad with hunger.

My hips jerked, thrusting forward when he sunk two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out so torturously slow that I whined, almost to the brink of tears. “You idiot.”

He left wet kisses on my inner thigh. “I have to get you ready for me, love, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re fucking tight.”

My back arched against the bed when his teeth grazed the swollen nub that throbbed with nearing release. His fingers curled inside of me and picked a pace, blinding light flashed through my sight, and I put a hand over my mouth to drown the scream as climax rippled through and seized my body with shakes of fluttering pleasure.

His fingers pulled out and he smeared my come over my sex as he climbed over my body.

I opened my legs so he could sit between them, and my hands reached to touch his chest, muscles twitching under my touch and my gaze dropped between us, over the only thing keeping him clothed. He’d never let me touch him. I knew he was big since we’d slept close in Modr, but never felt him with my touch. How would he feel inside me?

My gaze jerked to his, the silver rings were drowned in shadows, they looked black. I slid my palm further down the ridges of his muscled stomach till it grazed the towel seam. Paying with the edge till he dropped his head down with a groan. “Snow,” his chest caved with stuttering breaths. He grabbed my hand and pushed it further down, till my palm glided over the hard length of him.

I might have gasped a little as I tried to fist the base of his cock, fingers barely wrapping around him. He was silky smooth in my hand and so hard. And long. And thick. Would he fit inside of me?

He drew in a sharp breath, eyes dropping between us to watch as I rubbed him and smeared a bead of come leaking over his tip before he wrapped a hand around my wrist to stop me.

“I just want to feel you.”

His chest moved fast. “You will feel me aplenty when I am inside of you.”

A shiver trailed down my spine.

My whole body seized when he lowered his hips over mine, his cock pressing on my sex, and I rolled my hips searching for some friction. And he watched me, almost utterly fascinated as I panted, my body arching off the bed searching for his.

He trailed his fingers so delicately over the dip of my collarbone, the swells of my breast, the flat of my stomach and back up as if he was studying the stars—so intently and transfixed. “Say it again. Say my name again,” he said, moving his hand over my hip and thigh to guide my leg over his back.

“Kilian.”

The man groaned as if he was in pain. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for it—to hear you call me that again? Do you know how you’ve ruined me?” he asked, reaching between us. I sucked in a sharp breath when his cock nudged my opening. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” I knew.

He rubbed the tip along my slit, coating himself with my wetness and my mouth parted with a moan. “Look at you still ruining me.”

“Please.”

“I’m going to go slow.”

“No. Hard.”

He kissed my nose. “Thought you were going to scream and run from me when I showed you my cock. I am going to take that as a compliment and that you’ve never taken someone as big as me.” There was no time for me to blush because he slid a small inch in, his hand tight on my thigh as if he was trying really hard to hold back. “So.” A kiss on my cheek. “Very.” Another on my brow. “Slow.” He kissed the tip of my nose and whispered over my mouth, “Relax, my love. I’m barely in.” Slowly, his cock buried a few more inches inside me. The fullness stretching me with a delicious sting, the pleasure beyond overwhelming. Because it was him. It was him. Just the knowledge that it was him inside of me sent a tremble all over my body.

“Fuck,” he hissed, lowering to drop kissed on my cheek as my muscle twitched around him. “You feel so good, love.”

He moved a little, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan that would have been heard three floors down from the thin walls. My body grew warmer than it had ever been, lit inside like a match as he slowly thrust inside of me, burying a little bit deeper every time he entered me. “So do you. Ah, that feels so good,” I murmured. His palms slid over my hip, the curve of my thigh, holding tight as he picked up a pace, sliding in and out of me tortuously slow until the sting turned to that curling sensation. “Gods, Kilian,” I moaned, looking between us where he disappeared inside of me.

“You want to watch?”

I nodded.

He sat back on his knees, looking down on me spread out before him, his cock glistening as it slid in and out me. And then he fucked me. His hands held my hips sturdy as he pounded hard inside of me—relentlessly.