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His cock was straining inside his boxers. He inserted another finger, and she cried aloud as her orgasm blasted through her. He kept pumping, wanting her pain to vanish. Then, supporting her body on her elbows, she rose and, gripping his shirt, pulled him up to her face and planted her lips on his. Oh, goddess. She always tasted divine. Sweet had never been his favorite, but after tasting her, it became his obsession—she was always as sweet as honey. She kissed him with so much passion. Killian closed his eyes in pleasure. He pressed his lips to hers, sucking them into his mouth. He devoured her lips like a hungry beast, as if she were his last meal.

Kara clenched her jaw, pulling me out of my memory. “You mean the illegal ventures?” I said. I couldn’t help but jab. A little smirk touched Killian’s face. “So this is payback?” he asked. “After getting Mila, dead or alive, you are going to kill me?” Killian asked nonchalantly. “Yes,” Kara hissed as Killian pressed the knife further into the joint. “You bastard!” she cried, growing paler by the second, breaking into a cold sweat. “I thought she was your slut, but turns out you’re the do—”

Then with his lips, his tongue, he struck fire as I cried out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. The rumors about Killian being a heartless devil were true after all, sexually I mean..I'm certain the handsome devil Is a sex maniac, capable of sending every woman to the seventh heaven. "Oh Killian!" I arched my body like a cat on a stretch and nuzzled my entrance into his face like a filly at the gate as Killian crouch down to taste the salt, to run his fingers around the rim while I opens and shuts like a sea anemone.

He rose languidly from his unconsciousness, his gaze fixated upon the luscious lips of his beloved mate. Killan's hand trembled as he reached for Ackerly's soft, plump lip. With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips against Ackerly's, savoring the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. Killan enveloped his mate in a tight embrace, his lips brushing against Ackerly's ear as he murmured sweet things.

Looks fake now. I'm telling myself not to stare when a woman moves to Killian's side, not approaching him the way others do, with that careful orbit. She moves into his space like she's always been there. Stunning. Burgundy silk, diamonds flashing, hair swept up to expose the kind of neck sculptors dream about. She whispers in his ear, and the light off her diamonds dances across his jaw. He leans in. Automatic. Intimate. It clicks. Victoria Thorn. Killian's childhood sweetheart. The woman everyone assumes he'll marry.

His mouth tasted like airplane coffee and home. We stayed like that for a long time, just breathing together, letting the heat soak into our bones. His hands moved over my chest, my stomach, tracing idle patterns. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “Better now,” I said. “Rhett will come around. He always does.” Killian hummed and kissed the spot below my ear. “He’s lucky to have Declan.” “He knows,” I said. “He just hates admitting when someone else is right.” Killian’s fingers dipped lower, teasing. “Speaking of being right… you promised me dessert.”

I instinctively stepped back, the cool marble under my feet grounding me as my pulse skyrocketed. “Why not?” he murmured, voice dropping lower, intimate. “Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, sweetheart?” I scoffed, even as a treacherous shiver ran down my spine. “You wish. You’re an arrogant asshole, Killian. Always have been. Thinking every woman on the planet wants you.” He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. “Not every woman. Just you.”

Killian’s POV The sweet taste of Elaine mixed with my cum has me kissing her deeper. I run my hands down her back, feeling every contour of her delicate spine, before grabbing her ass firmly. Her shocked whimper is drowned by the hard spank I land on her ass, the sound echoing in the room before I squeeze, making sure she feels the sting. “Fuck, Killian,” she whines against my lips. “You really love spanking me, don’t you?” My response is another hard spank, the flesh reddening under my touch. “I love my marks on you,” I grunt, tilting my head to suck on her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

He let the seed through, and it cut through him, planting its roots in Akana’s heart. He squeezed Sidastir's hand. In a brief moment, every infinity came rushing back to Akana. His mana, how he felt a burning passion and love for Sidastir, Sen, and the poison. For a minute, the poison was filled him up, but love felt like a cure. It was beautiful but ephemeral. The last thing Akana saw was the silver flash in his eyes.