Chapter Twenty-One

Aurora POV

His gaze is fixed on mine, and the intensity in it is almost painful like he's restraining himself. Every muscle in his body is drawn tight with tension. I feel his fingers flex against my hips, and his nails dig into the softness of my skin. It's a hold that screams possession, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body shakes from the sensation.

Shifting my hips, my breath catches as the movement pulls him deeper inside of me, and the aching stretch becomes almost overwhelming. I tremble above him, my palms bracing against his broad chest as I try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness.

Killian's hand slides from my hips to my thigh and grips it tightly with enough pressure that borders on painful.

"Relax," he commands softly. His voice is edge with barely suppressed dominance, and his eyes are dark. "You're mine now, and your body will learn to accept me."

My heart slams against my ribs, and the raw possessiveness that's in his voice. Exhaling slowly, I force myself to soften around him, inch by excruciating inch. The more I relax, the deeper he goes, and his lips part slightly with a growl of satisfaction rumbling low in his chest as I finally take all of him.

“There,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking the sensitive inner part of my thigh. “That’s it. You were made to fit me.”

The arrogance in his voice should irritate me, it would have before, but not this time. Now it draws a surge of heat deep in my belly. My nails bite at the fabric of his shirt as I shift experimentally, and feel every inch of him buried deep inside of me.

His hands move and grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as he thrusts upward slightly, just to test my response.

I cry out softly, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me. He doesn't relent; instead, he tightens his grip on me and urges my body into a slow and torturous rhythm. Every single movement drags against sensitive nerve endings, and sparks fire within my core that radiates outward and leaves me not only breathless but desperate as well.

My eyes flutter closed, and my head tips back as the sensation overwhelms me. Killian growls possessively as he leans forward to capture my throat with his lips and teeth. His bite is firm enough to mark and claim me, but the pain sharpens into fiery pleasure that sends my hips rocking faster against him. He didn't do it, he could have so easily claimed me, but he didn't.

“This isn’t slow anymore,” he rasps harshly against my skin, his teeth scraping a line down my neck before his tongue follows, soothing and hot. “You demanded this, little wolf. Now take it.”

His words are like electricity within me, and I respond helplessly by rolling my hips against him harder and chasing the intensity that is building within me. He moves, gripping my waist tighter and thrusting upward in powerful strokes that force the air from my lungs in harsh and breathless cries. Each deep thrust seems to push me closer to a precipice that I've never been on before, an edge that feels as exhilarating as it does frightening.

Killian's eyes burn into mine, and his gaze is fierce and hungry as he watches every emotion that rippls through my body and on my face. He captures my mouth in another bruising kiss, his tongue is claiming, possessive and steals every breath from my lungs as he drives me higher.

My nails rake down his shoulders as my body shudders with the overwhelming sensations that coil higher with every thrust he makes.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls sharply, his voice low and demanding as he pulls back to stare into my eyes, holding my gaze fiercely, demanding an answer.

I hesitate briefly, and he thrusts up harder and deeper, drawing a desperate moan from my lips. “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” I whisper breathlessly, my words barely audible, but they draw a dark, satisfied growl from deep in his chest.

He rewards me by pulling me impossibly closer and burying himself within me with deep, possessive strokes that leave no doubt of his ownership. My body tightens around him, clenching and quivering. He hisses sharply, his fingers brushing my hips as his pace grows relentless.

I can feel myself unravelling; every thrust seems to take me closer to a release that threatens to shatter me completely. Panic flickers briefly through my mind, and my wolf senses the intensity of what's happening. Killian senses it as well, as his grip becomes more protective and like an anchor trying to ground me, as he murmurs against my ear. “You’re safe with me. I’ve got you.”

That bit of reassurance breaks something within me, and I surrender to him completely, crying out as the pleasure breaks over me in powerful and relentless waves.

My body arches against him, and my muscles tremble uncontrollably as he continues to move inside of me, prolonging the intensity of my release.

His growl deepens, and his thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled; his possessiveness reaches a fevered pitch as he holds me against him fiercely. His fingers tangle roughly in my hair, pulling my head back so that he can watch my face as his own climax takes him. His expression is raw, open and fiercely dominant.

I feel him pulse within me, filling me with his warmth as his own release claims him. His mouth captures mine again, devouring my cries and swallowing my breath. He bands his arms tightly around me, holding me closer against his pounding heart as we both tremble with the lingering aftershocks of shared pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. We stay still, our breathing harsh and ragged as we remain tangled together, unwilling to separate. Finally, after a moment, Killian leans back slightly and brushes damp hair from my flushed face. His eyes search mine with an intensity that steals my breath again.

“Do you understand now?” he asks roughly, his thumb stroking possessively along my cheekbone. “No one else touches you, no one else has this. This belongs to me.”

My body shakes as a shiver runs through me at the strength of his claim, at the raw uncertainty in his eyes. There's no hesitation, and no doubt. All that exists is an absolute certainty that sends a strange thrill coursing through me.

“Yours,” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly but clear in my acceptance. “I'm only yours.”

Growling in approval, he pulls me tighter into his embrace and buries his face into my hair. He breathes in deeply as if he's imprinting my scent into his memory.

As the heated intensity of the moment begins to fade, it leaves behind a slow and tender ache of satisfaction and belonging, and I realize there's no going back now.

Whatever doubts we had, whatever rules Killian thought he could impose, have shattered in this fierce claiming. From this moment forward, we're bound together, irrevocably and undeniably, with no space left for distance or denial.

Now, in the deepest, most primal part of ourselves, we both know the truth. I belong to Killian, and he belongs to me, whether the world approves of it or not.