Chapter 10 Out of Control

"Now, darling, stay silent. We don't want anyone to wake up," he murmured before licking the spot where my neck and shoulder met.

"Do you understand?" His voice was dangerous, filled with all kinds of illicit promises.

I nodded, a small part of my brain scolding me. *What am I doing?*

He tore through my chemise's fragile neckline with a force that burned against my skin, my unsaid words turning into moans. Pleasure flooded through me as I took a sharp intake of breath. He trailed kisses down my neck, his hand moving lower and lower. I squirmed as his fingers reached my center, his other hand palming my bare breast. His rough hand against my sensitive skin muddled my thoughts further. His teeth grazed down to my bare shoulder, sending a current of pleasure to my core. My heart lurched in my throat as his fingers pressed on my center but didn't press further. His hot tongue feasted on my flesh, making me arch into his hand. Why wouldn't he move? His other hand twisted my nipple, tugging on it roughly, while the wetness between my legs made my thighs slick.

"Please," I squirmed, my voice almost a whisper.

"Please what, darling?" His voice was thick with desire. I slipped my hand inside my shorts, pushing his finger inside me. I bit my lip at the feeling, the taste of blood faint on my tongue.

"Fuck, darling. You're already so ready for me." He twisted his finger inside me, adding another and stretching me further. My eyes widened at the sensation as my nerves throbbed. I gasped for air as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them and drawing more slickness from my core. My head fell back onto his chest, struggling to keep my moans silent as he rubbed my clit without mercy. His other hand moved to my other breast, teasing the already hardened nipple between his fingers.

"Good girl," he whispered as he kissed from my shoulder to my back, arching my body into his hand. His hot tongue trailed upward, taking my nipple into his mouth. I shuddered at the sensation. Every nerve in my body twisted in hypnotic anticipation. I gripped the refrigerator door, my knees weakening under the assault of pleasure. He thrust his fingers, making me refrain from moaning his name.

One hand twisted my nipples harder while his teeth pulled on the other, his fingers pressing relentlessly on my clit. My entire body coiled, the pleasure climbing higher along my spine until I came undone.

I tasted iron on my lips as my knees gave out, and he caught me gracefully, sweeping me into his arms.

Still breathing hard, I met his gaze, a smirk playing on his face.

I couldn't form a coherent thought. Shaking my head, I felt overwhelmed by the sensation of him. *I'm doomed.*

"I think we should..." I tried to free myself from his hold, but he tightened his grip, moving us to the center of the kitchen. He set me down on the breakfast table. I opened my mouth to say something, but he silenced me, crashing his lips against mine with raw need. My core throbbed in response, and my nerves shuddered as his hands roamed my now half-bare back, sliding down to my hips to pull me closer.

I gasped, trying to pull away and speak, but instead, he tore away the rest of my chemise, leaving me bare. I groaned, unable to hide the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

He met my eyes, a fire burning in them that consumed every conscious thought. I bit my lip.

"I promise I won't stop. Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, pressing my breasts against his bare chest. Only now did I realize he was half-naked, wearing just his black pants. His scorching heat took over my senses.

"Tell me, my sweet Mila. Do you want me to stop?" His voice was rough as he kissed me.

"No," I breathed between his raw kisses. I should have wanted him to stop, but I didn't. Oh, I may be doomed, but at least I'll have this. I want this-just one time.

He pulled my lower lip between his teeth. *Why was this wrong again?*

I pulled him closer, throwing myself into the kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth in a slow, sensual stroke, provoking a hunger that echoed deep in my core. Liquid heat gathered in my center as my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands cupped my thighs, the sensation of his fingers digging softly into my flesh sending shivers through me. He squeezed, making me gasp and tighten my arms around his shoulders. I couldn't hold back anymore, pulling him closer, every curve of my body flush against his hard muscles.

My hands moved over his back, gripping him with a frenzy I never knew I had. I met each stroke of his tongue with mine, savoring his musky, sweet cinnamon taste. When he finally let go of my lips, I gasped for air, his mouth trailing lower.

"Killian, what if someone walks in?" I asked between moans.

He bit down on the sensitive swell of my breast, making me arch into him with a moan. His hand slipped into my panties, grabbing my bare flesh as my abdomen tightened in delicious anticipation. It was as if this man could ignite every nerve in my body.

"Don't worry, darling. I've taken care of it," he murmured against my skin.

"Wha-? Ah, Killian!" My words dissolved into a gasp as his teeth grazed my nipple, his mouth hot was unrelenting.

He came up again, pressing his hardness against me. I threw my head back at the sensation as he rolled his hips, his ragged breathing brushing against my ear. I grew wetter, a moan catching in my throat.

"You're giving me all these reasons to stop, darling, but do you want me to?" His voice was rough, thick with desire. My nipples, still sensitive from his mouth, hardened further at his words.

My mouth went dry as he pulled on my earlobe, eliciting another silent moan from me.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked again, rolling his hips once more. My core clenched with an aching need.

"No!" The word escaped before I could think. I was too far gone.

"Good," he said, and in one swift motion, he removed my shorts and panties, the tatters of my chemisole's following. He stripped off his pants and boxers, standing between my legs. Taking my face in his hands, he gazed at me with an intensity that rendered me speechless.

He moved closer, his breath mingling with mine, his eyes darting between my lips and my own. My trembling hands gripped the edge of the table as a deep ache burned within me, leaving me incapable of doing anything but waiting.

The next moment, it was impossible to tell who moved first. Our mouths collided in a frenzied kiss, our hands battling for dominance. His touch was everywhere-his hands on my breasts, his fingers digging into my thighs, his body pressing against mine. My bare, slick core rubbed against his hardness, making me gasp. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, his lips biting and licking as he went lower.

His mouth hovered near the place I needed him most. He looked up, meeting my eyes with a teasing gleam that sent a desperate plea surging through my mind. *Don't stop now.*

Then, every thought ceased as his tongue gave a slow, deliberate lick along my slit. He took my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. My knees trembled, the sensation curling my toes.

He hooked my leg over his shoulder, his teeth grazing my clit as his tongue delved inside me. I gripped his hair, my body shuddering uncontrollably. His tongue flicked my clit again, and then his fingers entered me, curling and stretching my sensitive walls.

I was a gasping, incoherent mess as he added another finger, thrusting in and out while his tongue continued its assault. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and I felt my muscles coil tightly. Fire coursed through my veins as I shattered, coming undone in his mouth.

He pulled away, gently lowering my leg as I tried to catch my breath. My hands fell back to the table, gripping the edge. I was half off the table, my toes brushing the cold floor.

Killian stepped closer, grabbing my thighs and lifting me back onto the table in one smooth motion. My hands rested on his shoulders as his eyes roamed over my face. He kissed me deeply, his lips hard and slow, the taste of me still on his tongue.

His hands slid to my hips, pulling me closer until I felt him pressed against my center. The anticipation sent a wave of ache through my core. My heart pounded in my ears as I stopped breathing.

"I suggest you brace yourself, darling," he whispered against my lips.

Before I could respond, he pushed into me with a force that stole my breath. He groaned, feral and raw, as I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my scream. The sensation of him stretching me was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl.

He pulled out, his breathing ragged, then thrust back in with no mercy. His mouth found my shoulder again, his teeth grazing my skin as his hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place.

Our movements became frenzied, his thrusts hard and relentless. My nails dug into his shoulders as I met his movements, the table creaking beneath us. Each push drove him deeper, my core clenching around him.

"Killian," I gasped, pleading as my muscles tightened again.

"I know, sweet love, I know," he murmured, urgency lacing his voice as he quickened his pace.

His hand moved to where we were joined, his fingers pinching my clit. My body trembled violently, my muscles coiling as I shattered again, my mouth opening in a silent scream.

He thrust one last time, groaning as he came inside me.

Instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer, resting his forehead on my shoulder as we both came down from the high.