by Carter Blake
“I love you,” he suddenly blurts out.
Now it’s my turn to stare silently in shock.
I didn’t expect him to say that.
I told him the truth about not wanting to end this, but I didn’t imagine he would fall in love with me.
I hoped for it. I just hadn’t been thinking about it.
This man is everything to me—and since he showed up at my front door, I’m starting to realize the same is true for him. I’m everything for him, and he loves me.
Killian doesn’t wait long for me to let his statement sink in.
“I know it may be hard for you to believe, but I’m sure of it. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Rebecca. I love you. I’ve never felt this way about anybody. Never loved anyone as much as I love you. No one holds a candle to you.”
He’s rambling now. Doesn’t he realize I feel the same way?
Did I realize that?
Killian is still talking.
“Did I say I was sure of this? Of us? Because I’ve never been surer of anything in my goddamn life. I love—”
“I love you, too,” I blurt out, interrupting him. “I’m in love with you, Killian. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, too. What we have between us—I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to lose you and your love. And I want you in my life. In our baby’s life.”
Killian slowly starts to smile with each statement I make. By the end, he has a shit-eating grin on his face.
Suddenly, he’s rushing toward me, the pieces of glass crunching under his shoes.
I pull myself away from the front door I’m still leaning against and meet him halfway.
My arms go around his neck, and I bury my face into his chest.
Killian wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes me close.
It feels amazing to be in his arms. I don’t even care if he’s getting my clothes wet.
He twirls us around, and I laugh.
We stop moving, then look deeply into each other’s eyes. Our lips crash against each other’s.
Groans come out from both of us.
God, I missed him.
Our tongues battle for control.
Killian softens the kiss. His teeth nip my bottom lip playfully, then our foreheads touch.
“I love you, Rebecca.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper and smile. “Take me to bed now.”
“I need to dry off first,” he replies.
“No, you don’t. You just need to get these damn clothes off.”
He looks at me with a cocky grin.
“Clothes off. Got it,” he growls. “I’m about to make you as wet as I am.”
I stand on my tiptoes and bring my mouth to his ear.
“I already am,” I whisper. “If you’d hurry up in getting me to bed and getting into my pants, you’d know this.”
“Goddamn, Rebecca,” he growls.
Laughter fills the cottage as we rush into the bedroom.
Rebecca
We’re still laughing like teenagers on prom night when we stumble into the bedroom.
I peel his wet jacket from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor as our lips fasten together tightly in a kiss that feels like it may never end—nor should it.
The back of my knees hit the bed, and before I know it, I’m pulled from his lips by gravity.
I bounce gently against the mattress and sit up. I look at Killian—the man I can now fucking admit means everything to me—with a smile.
And he’s so fucking hot. I can say that now. To myself, and out loud.
“Holy fuck, Killian. You’re so fucking hot it’s making me so fucking hot.”
“That’s because you’re so fucking hot already, love.”
“Oh god, I want you to fuck me—and hurry up, I can’t wait!”
“Oh, I’m fucking trying. Believe me, you implausibly sexy fucking vixen.”
He lifts his turtleneck up from his body and I savor the sight. His body glistens from the rain that soaked through his shirt.
I start to slide down my leggings and get them down to my knees before I feel him grab my legs and lift them up off the floor.
He kneels before me, and I can feel his lips against the back of my legs.
I bite my lower lip as I feel his kisses moving lower and lower.
I inhale sharply when I feel his lips kissing me through my wet panties.
I wasn’t exaggerating in the least when I told him I was already as wet as he had been from being out in the rain.
I can feel the tip of his tongue sliding between my wet lips through the black satin fabric.
It’s not the first time I’ve felt him between my thighs, but this time, it feels far more intense. It’s almost as if I’m experiencing him for the first time.
And maybe I am. Maybe this is the first time that I’ll have the real Killian—all of him.
Maybe this is the time for both of us to stop any pretense of holding back and just tear down the fucking walls for each other.
His tongue reaches my clit and flicks it.
My head tilts back, and hoarse, almost feral moans escape my lips.
The feeling of the wet satin and the pressure of his stiff tongue sends a quick jolt down my spine that makes my legs shudder in his grip.
He feels so fucking good, and he knows just how to get a rise out of me—which he should by now, after this week.
“Tease,” I whisper through a long exhale.
“Your point, lass?”
I feel his lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks on it forcibly.
That bolt of lightning strikes again.
I bite down on my lip after an even wilder moan.
I’ve forgotten what my point was—or if I even had one, to begin with.
I’m released from the embrace of his lips.
I almost whimper in impatience, but his lips and tongue are quickly replaced with his thumb massaging my clit instead against the black fabric.
His tongue instead pushes itself into me on the other side.
My breath catches in my chest as I lick my lips.
It’s fucking torture what he’s doing. But it’s an unbelievably fucking amazing torture that may end up making my brain melt and evaporate in a haze of anticipated pleasure.
My hips begin to move on their own accord, grinding into his tongue and thumb.
At the rate he’s going, I might come a hundred fucking times just from his teasing.
As I’m finally adjusting into Killian’s vastly pleasing groove, I’m hit with this new sensation. I barely register my wet panties being pulled to the side by his prying fingers when I feel his moist lips against my bare pussy.
He kisses up until I feel them against my swollen clit, and then he takes it into his mouth and suckles.
I fall back against the bed. My hands grab fistfuls of the blanket, and a loud groan leaves my lips to fill the room.
His fingers graze my wet flesh in a playful, tantalizing fashion—which seems to be his thing right now—for what feels like forever. Then, they slip inside me where they belong.
My eyes roll into the back of head.
Every muscle and fiber of my body tightens.
I don’t even recognize the noise that comes from my lips as I feel this explosion in my core that courses through my body.
The orgasm’s been building, but the immense force of it hits me from out of nowhere.
The intensity and power are unprecedented for me—I’ve never even fucking imagined anything could feel this way.
My knuckles turn white as I cling to the blankets like they’re my anchor to the mortal plane.
My body loosens, and my thighs tremble in his hands. To his credit, he holds them firm against the uncontrollable writhing.
Fuck, this man is amazing.
“Get your fucking clothes off now,” I almost growl my order at him.
“Anxious are we, lass?”
He laughs, and it almost makes me smile
—but there’s just a bit too much of the wild beast possessing me at the moment.
I sit up and take Killian’s face in my hands.
Our lips meet, and it starts a wildfire of want and passion that could burn the world to cinders.
“I love you, Killian,” I whisper hoarsely.
“I love you too, Rebecca.”
It feels so fucking amazing and surreal to hear him, to hear Killian, say those words with earnest honesty.
“Good. Now clothes. Off.”
He stands up before me and starts to unfasten his jeans.
I’ve already removed my soaked panties and leggings by the time he gets his zipper undone.
My sweater gets tossed across the room, and Killian’s jeans fall to the floor.
Before me, I see him already hard and ready.
Instinctively, I lick my lips and reach out for him.
My fingers wrap around the base of his cock like it’s a bottle of whiskey. God knows he’s as hard as one—and nearly as big, too.
The tip of his cock is glistening and ready.
I lift his cock up so that the underside is exposed to me. My tongue glides along the length of his rigid cock and up over its head.
His groan of pleasure makes me smile.
I pop the head of his dick into my mouth and relish in the feeling of it pulsating against my tongue.
Killian pulls my hair away from my face and wraps it up in his fist.
I reward him by opening my throat and taking him deeper.
I can taste him against my tongue as it glides over it.
I let Killian know that I enjoy it by moaning against every inch sliding down the back of my throat.
His hips twitch, and I feel a gentle thrust into my mouth as he lets out a moan of enjoyment himself.
My other hand slides up over his hard stomach. My fingers slide gently over the groves of his abs.
His body is still damp from the rain, but it’s radiating the warmth you’d expect to feel on a summer afternoon.
My tongue swirls around his head and shaft as I move his cock in and out of my mouth timed with firm strokes of my hand.
Killian feels so good in my mouth that I could keep him until he explodes against the back of my throat.
And I plan to.
Killian, however, has a different plan in mind, it seems.
His hands move to my shoulders, and he pulls me up from the bed.
There are no words because there’s no need.
He just looks down at me with love and wonder in his piercing blue eyes that make me feel wanted and loved.
And respected.
And, maybe, just a little bit fucking worshipped.
I’m okay with that.
Our lips meet again. I’m sure he can taste himself on my lips just as I can taste myself on his.
Neither of us care, and our kiss only deepens, our tongues hungry for more.
His hands slide down my side and around my waist.
I melt into our passionate embrace as I feel him grab my ass firmly.
My delighted laugh can’t be stopped when I feel myself being pulled up into his arms.
I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and lock them at the ankles.
Our lips part, and I lean my forehead against his.
“Killian?”
“Yes?”
“Make love to me.”
Killian
Those words turn my world upside down.
I don’t need to be preoccupied with myself anymore, with any of that bullshit that sequestered me in my own personal fucking protective bubble that kept me away from everything.
Away from the world.
Away from people.
Away from Rebecca.
The thought of her, the sight of her, the sound of her saying those words—my spirit no longer needs a bottle of spirits to feel free to fly like a golden eagle in the morning sun.
Even just looking into Rebecca’s eyes is enough to feel those protective layers getting fucking obliterated further, leaving me—and only me—here to love her.
And to have her here in my arms is a feeling I can’t describe, at least not with words man has created.
So, when she tells me to make love to her, when she demands it like the fucking vixen she is, I can only answer with a kiss that burns with the love and desire of a trillion stars going fucking supernova and absorbing the entire fucking universe.
I step toward the bed and lay her down on the sheets.
I take a moment to absorb her beauty.
Rebecca has always been a woman of indescribable beauty. Every time I try to explain or describe it to myself, I always come up short.
Most images are worth a thousand words, give or take a few.
The image of Rebecca before me is worth infinite words—or none of it, because there are no words that can even graze the realm of her magnificence.
I press my lips against hers, her head resting on one of her plump pillows.
Our lips dare not part, as if they couldn’t bear to be pulled away from such a loving embrace. To do so would be like pulling the moon from the sky.
I reach down and guide my cock inside her.
The feeling of her warmth ironically sends a chill down my spine.
It isn’t the first time I’ve felt Rebecca obviously. But it’s the first time I’ve ever had this kind of reaction from feeling myself swell inside her.
The sensation has us both groaning into our kiss as our tongues start cavorting like they’re on fucking Riverdance.
I thrust into her and I can feel her pussy clench down around me as if to welcome my return.
Her hands move up around my neck, and I can feel her palms against the back of my shoulders. The red marks that she left from before are still tender, but my body welcomes her touch with a wave of ecstatic pleasure.
I raise myself up so that I hover over her body.
My hips grind and move down into her in long, hard thrusts.
Each one sends this wave of intense bliss and exaltation to my very core.
She pulls her lips from me—with obvious reluctance—to let out a deep sigh.
Our eyes meet, and I lean my forehead against hers.
I reach down to slide my left palm along her thigh. I find a grip in the supple flesh and use it as a mooring of sorts.
Properly anchored, I thrust into her harder.
A fierce intensity flares within the dark of her eyes.
Her hips begin to rise and meet my own with their own vigor.
“Harder,” she moans.
My grip on her leg tightens to the point where I can feel her muscles flexing uncontrollably at each thrust.
The pace at which my hips lunge into her quickens. The force of each movement rises to meet the desire of the woman beneath me.
Her groans and roars are coming much faster and much louder.
The feeling of her nails dragging along my tender flesh makes me groan with the same intensity of her own.
The fierceness in her eyes pierces into my soul.
She already claimed my body with her marks.
She claimed my heart with her words.
Now she’s claiming my soul with her gaze.
Her previously transfixed gaze is broken as I feel her legs shake and tremble on their own accord.
The heels of her feet dig into the small of my back. Her hands pull me down toward her.
Her back arches to force my cock to remain firm within her.
The rate of her breathing quickens until it pauses with an especially intense lungful.
She succumbs to her climax, and a fresh wave of warmth washes over me.
Her body pulls me in of its own desire, until our bodies are pressed against each other.
She lets out the breath she’s been holding.
I can feel her chest heave as she struggles to catch her breath.
Rebecca removes her hands from my back—and I’m surprised to feel her move them down my arse
instead. She grips it tightly and begins to pull my hips toward her.
“Don’t stop.”
I nod.
My hips begin to grind into her once more. Each movement has her legs trembling, and I can feel her still treading just below the surface of another powerful climax.
The grip her pussy has on me loosens, and it permits the forceful thrusts she demanded from me only moments ago.
I begin to feel myself start to rise to my own climax.
The muscles in my legs and back tighten. A precursor for what is to come.
“More,” she whispers stiffly. “I need all of you.”
“You already have all of me.”
I know it isn’t what she had meant, and my words hadn’t been what I planned to say, but something within me demanded to speak instead.
That fierce intensity in her eyes disappears at the words, washed away by a softness that I’ve not seen before in any woman I’ve ever been with.
“Marry me, Killian.”
It’s not a question that Rebecca’s asking me. It’s a declaration of intent. It’s Rebecca taking control of her life, her destiny, and her future.
It’s bold and admirable...and it catches me off guard.
“Marry you?”
Her hands take the sides of my face as she nods.
Maybe it’s the heat of the impassioned moment between us or the newfound declaration of love.
I certainly can’t blame the whiskey for this one.
But no matter the cause for it, I welcome it with open arms.
“Yes, Rebecca. I will marry you.”
“Yes?” She laughs that most wondrous laugh of hers.
“Yes. Always yes.”
Our lips meet in a tender, gentle embrace. It isn’t as intense as the others, but it’s filled with every bit of passion and love as the others.
It’s a brief kiss as if submerged beneath a fresh wave of fierce ecstasy.
I feel her body tremble and writhe uncontrollably beneath me. But this time, she pulls me down under the surface of the sea with her.
As she clenches down around me, I give in and explode within her.
The sensation of euphoria that I submit to is as excessive as it is powerful.
My cock twitches as I fill her with my own warmth. Each twitch sends this jolt of lighting to my spine.