I was stuck with him in front of me and the window at my back, and I had never felt more secure than I did in that moment.
He kissed me like it had been weeks since we'd last been together instead of days. He kissed me like he could pour every bit of feeling he had into it, lips pressing and brushing, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to lay his claim.
He dominated me through that kiss, making me take what he wanted me to have, coaxing my tongue to move against his. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and he let his hands move, the one still at my neck tightening and the other going under my shirt, touching the skin of my stomach before he moved upwards to rub my breasts through my bra.
For my part, I was just coming undone for him. It was like by kissing Simon, my body had finally made its choice of what it wanted and what it didn't.
Simon hadn't been enough, but this... this was everything. This was what I had been made to crave over the last nearly seven months.
My nipples tightened, going into hard little peaks in my bra, and Killian's hand and the feel of the fabric against them was only making it worse.
Between my legs, my pussy was wet and tingling, eager for some attention to be paid to it as well.
Killian didn't seem to be in a hurry, though. He kissed me like he had all the time in the world. His mouth was delicious, and I kissed him back, grinding against him as best I could in a bid to seek out some friction.
That got a husky laugh from him, and his breath ghosted against my wet, kiss bruised lips when he pulled back.
"Eager," he murmured, pressing his fingers just a bit more against my neck, just enough that I could feel what he could do to me if he decided he wanted to. "You're so eager for it."
I licked my lips and nodded. "I told you to prove it," I answered back, sounding shaky and full of need. "That you want me to be yours."
He laughed again, giving me those dark eyes. Now they were warm with lust instead of anger, but it affected me the same, rocking me down to my core.
"You did," he agreed. "And I plan to do just that."
For a moment, he didn't move, just looking at me, just taking it all in. Then he was everywhere, hands and mouth and teeth and tongue.
He pushed my shirt and bra up in one fluid motion, exposing my tits to the cool air of his apartment.
My nipples were hard and pebbled, and he dipped his head down to bite one of them hard enough that I cried out, arching against him.
The pain was sharp and hot, and it went straight to my pussy, making me wetter.
One hand gripped at his shirt, needing something to hold onto, and the other went to the window, palm open, fingers splayed against the glass.
Again, Killian didn't rush. He licked and bit at my nipple, sucking it into his mouth every now and then to ease the sting of it before he went back to attacking it with vigor.
When it was red and puffy from his attentions, he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment.
I just held on and tried to keep breathing, legs shaking slightly from the intense stimulation.
"Fuck," I panted, head tipped back against the glass. "Fuck, please. Please, Killian."
"Shh," he soothed, glancing up at me. "I'm going to take care of you."
And I knew he would. I knew I wouldn't be wanting for long.
As if to prove the point, his hand went between my legs, rubbing me through my leggings and underwear.
The material wasn't thick enough to keep me from feeling the heat of his palm against my most sensitive areas, and I moaned, eyes falling closed while he stroked and cupped my sex.
My hips rolled forward, grinding against him slowly, trying to get just the right angle so I could feel everything.
Killian pulled his hand back, though, smirking at me. "No, no," he said. "You're not going to get off like this."
I whined softly and made a face, and he moved so he was looming over me again, leaning down until his mouth was right against my ear. "When you come, you're going to come on my cock, begging for it like the needy little slut you are," he practically whispered.
My legs almost gave out right then and there. There was just something about the way he said it, about the way his voice was pitched low and was almost velvety soft against my ear when he spoke.
I knew he meant it. I knew he was going to make me feel everything and beg him to let me come before it was all said and done. That was his favorite thing, and it usually pained me to do it, but this time I was pretty sure I could make an exception.
Before I could say anything, I was being turned around and pushed back up against the window. My eyes were filled with the sight of the city, spread out below us. There were people walking down the street, cars parked along the sidewalk. All anyone would have to do was look up high enough and they would see my tits pressed against the cold glass, nipples rock hard.
I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a desperate little whimper, and I watched my breath fog up the window while Killian yanked my leggings and panties down behind me.
He was being quick now, efficient and cold in his movements, exposing me to his gaze.
I knew I was soaking wet, and he would notice immediately.
He did, and he laughed, reaching down to smack my pussy with one hand. "Look at you,"
