He slides the black cotton down his thick quads. I watch, entranced, as his engorged length springs free. My mouth waters. My boyfriend might have just confessed to being a killer, but he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve laid eyes on. Every line of his body is a defined, sculpted example of masculine perfection, but his true beauty is what lies underneath that perfect packaging. It’s in the way his eyes light when they lock with mine. It’s the way he trusts me enough to let me in, to lay his truths bare to me, to let me touch him without flinching. I stare at him in open fascination, and he gazes back like he still can’t quite believe I’m his.
When his lips find mine, they’re warm, firm, and sensual. His tongue steals into my mouth, swiping in languid sweeps as his eyes hold mine. I could kiss this man for decades and never tire of it.
He nudges me until I’m flat on my back without taking his mouth from mine, working me with his fingers while his lips drop lower, trailing tiny kisses over my jawline, down my neck, over the curve of each breast. My back arches as I writhe beneath him.
‘I want you,’ I murmur.
‘Even now you know how bad I am?’
‘Especially now I know how bad you are.’ There’s something undeniably arousing knowing what my man is capable of, knowing that, and having him treat me like his prize possession, the thing he’d give his life for. I pray it never comes to that.
‘You know my truths and you still want me.’ He kisses his way back up my body and climbs between my thighs. ‘Maybe you’re the bad one.’
‘You wouldn’t have me any other way.’
‘I would.’ His eyes darken. ‘I’d have you exhausted, flushed and spiralling from an orgasm that wrecks you.’ He positions his cock at my entrance and enters me inch by-life-affirming inch. My eyes roll back in my head.
‘I love the things you do to me,’ I pant as he drives in and out of me. Slow, deep thrusts hit that sensitive spot with military precision. His devastating assault on my body is methodical. He knows every inch of it inside out, and he knows precisely what every inch needs.
‘I love doing the things I do to you.’ Black eyes burn into mine with lust, but there’s that earnestness again. I swear I can see his soul and I love it. I love him so fucking much. I’ve been holding back those three little words because I want to hear them from him first, but it’s only a matter of time before they come tumbling out.
Maybe he’s waiting for me to say them first.
Maybe he needs me to be the one to voice my feelings for him before he allows himself to get any deeper.
Or maybe he doesn’t need to hear them at all because some things transcend words.
Our eyes remain locked in fascination as our bodies move together, grinding and arching towards the same epic finale.
A tiny bead of sweat forms just above his Cupid’s bow. I run my tongue over it and his eyelids flutter closed like he’s in ecstasy. When they open again, they’re filled with awe.
‘Killian.’ My voice cracks with need as my core clenches around his cock.
‘Yes.’ A small smirk curls his lips.
‘I need you to do this to me forever.’ My entire body vibrates with the shimmering promise of pure primal pleasure.
His low chuckle travels from his mouth into mine. ‘That goes without saying, baby. You’re mine.’
He kisses me again and I can’t hold it back anymore.
I don’t want to hold it back anymore.
A brutal, vicious orgasm captures my core and has me exploding around his cock. My nails pierce his ass cheeks, driving him harder into me as I buck against him, revelling in every decadent second. In turn, he spills himself into me with a low moan. Rough hands grip my hips, pinning me in position beneath him until we’re both utterly spent.
He falls onto my chest, resting his cheek against my breast, splaying a huge hand over my stomach. My fingers gravitate to his head, scraping over his scalp.
‘I can hear your heart,’ he says, his thumbs thrumming out the beat of it just below my belly button.
‘What does it say?’ I pause, playing with his hair.
‘It says you see me.’ He angles his face to look up. ‘You see me, and you love me, despite everything I just confessed.’ Our eyes lock. ‘And I love you,’ he blurts, almost awkwardly, and I swear my heart misses a beat.
Tears threaten the corners of my eyes, not for the first time in front of him, but with a starkly different emotion. I blink them back. ‘I love you so fucking much, baby. You are a good man, despite what you’ve had to do.’
‘Anton Roche…’ He says the name with slight hesitation.
I did wonder.
I probably should have made the connection immediately.
A man is dead because of me. Killian waits for me to speak, but I have no idea what to say.
Finally, I swallow my shock. ‘You?’
‘I looked into him because of what he did to you.’ His fingers flex against my stomach. ‘But I told you, I never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it. That man was an abomination. He walked away from several rape cases, one related to a minor. I have a little sister, a mother, a girlfriend, women I love and care about. Taking out a man like him was practically a national service.’
I agree, but still. ‘But how can you be sure he did it?’
‘There’s no smoke without fire, sweetheart. He confessed, and it was over quickly.’
‘Shit.’ It’s a lot to take in. Does it change the way I feel about Killian?
No.
Like I said, on some deeper level, I knew this about him. And I still love him.
‘I’m not some sort of vigilante. I don’t go out of my way looking for scumbags to wipe from the face of this earth, but in my line of work sometimes they trip across my path. And I’d never forgive myself if a man like Roche hurt another woman, and I could have stopped him.’
I understand, but it’s a lot to process. But he opened up to me, so I refuse to leave him hanging. ‘I love you.’ The second time around, it comes out smoother.
He pulls me tighter again. ‘I love you too. So much. Sometimes, when I watch you sleep, I still can’t believe you’re mine.’
‘I’m yours. And I wanted to be for a long time.’
‘I didn’t put you off?’ He reaches up to brush a thumb over my cheekbone.
‘No.’ I shake my head.
‘I thought you were reckless, but opening up to you—falling in love with you has to be the most reckless thing in the world.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I feel like I’m surrendering control or something. Like I’m detonating the one weapon capable of killing me and hoping it won’t blow up in both of our faces.’
I swallow thickly, my fingers resume raking over his scalp in slow, soothing movements. ‘Nothing is blowing up in anyone’s faces. The only thing detonating is multiple orgasms. You said you’d never hurt me, know this—I’ll never hurt you either.’ I promise.
His expression turns dark. He opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, before clamping it shut again. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and he’s already shared so much tonight. The good, the bad and the ugly.
And isn’t that what true love is all about? Sharing everything, loving every part of a person, even the darkest parts.
But now the urge to lighten the mood eats at me. I love yous are supposed to be romantic, not brooding. I need to turn this around. ‘And now I know what an epic shag you are; you’re stuck with me.’
His thick eyebrows lift. ‘Now I know what an epic shag you are; you’re stuck with me.’ He presses a kiss against my stomach and it flips in anticipation. ‘But don’t ever call me baby in front of my men, or my brothers.’
‘Would you prefer it if I call you daddy again?’ I’m only half joking. The memory of him spanking me is up there with my top five in the wank bank.
‘That depends on whether you want me to put you over my knee again.’
‘I want you to do everything to me again.’ I nestle into him and sigh with contentment. We’ve still got a long way to go, but one thing I’m sure of, we’re taking the journey together.
