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Something in me kicked in, and I navigated my horse, riding in the direction where the shadow skillfully raced through.
I knew I was being a little too reckless, but my chest tightened into a knot. I had a bad feeling.
I reached far into the direction I saw the shadow disappear. The tall trees formed canopies, impeding sunlight from properly peering down.
The sound of rustling trees drew my attention, so I rode in its direction. Jumping off my horse, silently, I followed through the narrowed path, and a figure came into my view.
Killian.
“What are you doing alone out here?”
He asked, sharply.
“Why do you care? Aren’t you supposed to be with your lover?”
I shot back, and I caught the smile that slothfully strolled across his lips.
“I see someone woke up a little too feisty,”
He strolled closer to where I stood with my horse. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, ‘mate’.”
I hated the way he always quoted that word.
“Jealous, as if!”
I scoffed, taking a cautious step backward before I did something I would definitely regret. “You give yourself way too much importance. Frankly, I don’t give an actual f**k about you.”
“Oh, really now,”
he said as he approached. The light breeze around now carries his manly scent and musk.
“Go back to your lover now. I need to get back to – “
“Morgan?”
His eyes flashed something I never thought I’d see in him. Jealousy. “Stay away from him,”
he sounded in a warning tone.
“Why? Is it because he’s much better than you?”
I folded my hands across my chest. I felt Killian’s amber irises dilate, falling to my chest. I followed his gaze to my chest, where my folded hands made my breasts pop up.
I quickly removed my hands. Killian’s eyes had already darkened. Emotions swirled up in his eyes, a mixture of jealousy and primal l**t.
He just stood there for a moment, taking me in, his eyes slowly scanning my body from head to toe.
Killian was in front of me. My body trembled under his hungry gaze. “These lips of yours will get you into trouble.”
Killian’s padded thumb brushed my lips seductively.
“You are driving me insane.”
His voice vibrated in a deep, throaty whisper.
He grabbed my waist with his hand, digging me into his chest, then his lips came down on mine.
My body shook uncontrollably at the emotions of having Killian’s lips on mine. He backed me up against a tree, his lips kissing me with a needy hunger like I was the very lifeline he needed, his own air and life.
When I felt his erection pressed up against me, I gasped breathlessly. Killian used the opportunity to stick his tongue down my throat, sucking and tasting me.
Killian’s lips moved on mine without control, like a man who was hungry for me only. His breathing was hard and rapid.
I couldn’t keep up with him. I had to pull away from his kisses to allow myself some air. To my surprise, Killian didn’t stop there. His firm hands held my body, pinning me against the tree while my legs wrapped around his waist.
He bent his head to my neck, his nose grazing my neck, leaving a trail of hot, feathery kisses as my body vibrated against him. All sanity completely absconds from me. I gripped his shirt, subtle moans protrud ing from my lips in an alien voice that I couldn’t remember as mine.
“F**k, love,”
I heard him murmur frustratedly against my neck, as a hot sensation burned in the pit of my stomach, making me all warm and wet inside and needy for him.
Killian’s hold on me tightened. I couldn’t think clearly anymore. I abandoned that ship a long time ago. I just needed Killian, only Killian. I wanted him, and I didn’t care if he took me in right here and now. I could bet he could smell my arousal already, and I didn’t care. I felt like if he didn’t touch me now, I might just die.
His dark eyes, blinded with desire and need, scanned my face. His lustful gaze increased the wetness between my legs. The ache down there was too much to bear. Before I knew it, his hands gripped both of my breasts roughly, squeezing them, causing me to release several moans while I tugged on his thick blonde hair.
I heard a selfish groan leave his lungs. Without warning, Killian’s large hand gripped the top of my dress, and in a flash, he pulled it down, leaving my bare chest exposed. His hungry eyes pounced on my exposed b****t. My body jolted in response to his hands caressing it.
“You’re beautiful, Naomi.”
His words filtered into my ears as his lips nibbled on it briefly while his hands kept on caressing my hard nipples.
Hearing my alien moans, Killian pulled his attention back to my breasts. He bent down, and his warm mouth swallowed one of my nipples and began to suckle on it. I released a sensual cry, my body trembling against his.
“Killian,”
I say breathlessly and in hushed tones. My hands on his hair were tightening, and I pushed his head tighter against my b****t.
Killian’s pressure on my breast intensified. He gripped the other one, squeezing it and caressing its hardened n****e. His tongue crossed over to it.
I moaned into his ears, rubbing my lower half against his hardened member.
This time he was the one that moaned, moaned my name in so much pleasure. “Naomi,”
his lips leaving my breast and finding my lips again, while his hands kept squeezing my breasts when the cry of a twig stepped upon broke the moment.
Killian instantly released a loud growl, furiously snapping his head in the direction where the noise came from. It was Allen. My eyes rounded, and my cheeks colored up with embarrassment as I began to fix my dress. Killian growled at Allen, covering me with his large body. “Get the f**k out of here!”
That growl should have frightened anyone, but Allen seemed more surprised and amused than terrified.
With a sarcastic, ‘Whatever you say’ look, he went back along the path he came from.
Killian turned his gaze on me. I didn’t want to, but now that my sanity seemed to have returned, I pushed him away, but he barely budged.
The dark desires were still present in his eyes as his large thumb brushed against my lips as if seducing me back into a blissful utopia.
“K-Killian stop!”
My words were meant to escape, to have more control than the careless whisper they seemed to have adopted. “Stop. Go back to your lover!”
At the mention of the last word, he froze, almost as if remembering something from the moment had ripped away from him.