Keep Me (Sinful Manor #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

We practically spill out of the car as it pulls up to the house. Killian lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the front door. When he finally sets me down, I tear his coat off my shoulders as his lips devour my face and neck.

This need for him is acute and burning. And I know he feels it too. We are tearing each other’s clothes off, fumbling with buttons and zippers. We’re still standing in the foyer when he yanks my dress over my head, and I pop a couple of buttons off his shirt as I claw it open.

It’s a miracle we even make it up the stairs, but by the time we reach his room, our clothes are gone. He lifts me off the floor, and my legs wrap around him as he carries me inside and tosses me on the bed.

His cock is jutting straight out from his body, and the sight of it again sends a thrill of excitement and trepidation through mine. Standing over me, he grabs my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair at the scalp.

“Let me see that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock again, darling.”

Without a second thought, I sit up and take his swollen shaft in my hands. Eagerly, I put my lips around him and cover his length with saliva, sucking hard on the tip like I know he likes. His hips cant forward as he lets out a moan.

“What a wee good wife you are,” he mutters, holding my head and slowly fucking my throat.

I know the wife bit is a role-playing thing, but also…being treated like his wife makes my body grow hot with arousal. I love the thought of being his.

Which is very unlike me. I don’t want to feel like someone’s property. A thing he could use to fuck and get off.

But right now…I do. I really, really do.

When I feel his cock swell, he yanks me off with a growl, and I watch him fight the urge to come all over my face.

I’ve never felt so hot in my life. There’s a fire blazing under my skin.

When a drip of cum leaks from the tip of Killian’s dick, I reach my tongue out and lick it off with a hum.

“Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.

I smile up at him as my hands slide up and down his legs, eager for more.

When his eyes cascade up to the headboard and back, I see a glint of mischief in his expression.

“I’m gonna tie you to my bed and have my way with you now,” he says, and somehow I grow even warmer with need.

“I’m all yours,” I whisper, watching the corner of his mouth lift in a lopsided smirk.

Then he picks me up under my arms and tosses me back on the bed like I weigh nothing. I let out a shriek of laughter as he crawls ominously toward me.

I squirm with anticipation as he hovers above me. “Arms up,” he says in a sexy, growling command.

Immediately I obey, and he notices. “Oh…look who listens to me now.”

Biting my bottom lip, I fight a smile. “Don’t get too used to it.”

He sinks down and presses his lips to mine in a sweet, slow kiss. When we pull apart, he stays there for a moment, frozen in place while we breathe the same air. It’s a tender, intimate moment.

Slowly rising back up, he takes my right hand in his. Craning my neck, I watch as he pulls a leather strap already attached to the bedpost and winds it around my wrist. It matches the one from the bedpost of my own bed, which I found when I first moved in.

I can still remember how much I bristled at the idea of being tied up then. Now, I yearn for it.

His fingers move with expertise as he finishes the knot, keeping the loop around my wrist gentle and not too tight. When I test the hold, it doesn’t budge. Then he does the other, and immediately, I’m overcome with a feeling of aroused anticipation.

Moving down my body, he peppers me with kisses, stopping at my breasts to massage and suck tenderly on each one. I let out a hum of pleasure as more moisture pools between my legs.

“Killian,” I cry out in a breathy plea. “I need you.”

“I’m here, mo ghràidh . ” His deep voice vibrates through my torso as he mutters those words against my rib cage.

It’s like my lungs won’t hold air as I gasp with each inch his mouth devours, lower and lower. My thighs are rubbing together in search of that delicious friction. When his beard scratches the insides of my legs, I tremble with excitement.

“Open for me, beautiful,” he murmurs.

My legs part, and he doesn’t waste a second before lunging his mouth toward my core, licking and nibbling fervently.

“God, I love the taste of your cunt,” he says with a carnal rasp in his voice.

Hanging my head back, I let out a groan as the pleasure assaults me. When he plunges a finger inside me, growling against my clit, I nearly come undone.

“So tight.” He sounds overcome with lust, and he keeps up his thrusting, dragging me to the precipice of my climax.

“Killian, please!” I shriek, my arms jerking against the holds.

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

I look up from the mattress and stare down my body at where he’s stationed. His lips are wet with my arousal, and it makes me feral for him.

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

He chuckles, giving me that disarming smile. “Such a filthy mouth on you.”

“I’m literally begging you,” I reply.

For a moment he seems to consider my request, but eventually ignores the plea and dives back in between my legs. Curling his finger inside me, he adds a second and thrusts harder. I’m strung tight, ready to detonate at any moment.

“My wife comes first,” he growls between my legs. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud.

And that’s it. I’m done.

My orgasm nearly shatters me into tiny pieces. It’s too intense. Too good. So pleasurable it hurts.

My legs are thrashing, my arms are tied down, and the sounds that are coming out of me are downright pornographic.

When I finally relax back into the mattress after what feels like a never-ending climax, the space between my legs is soaked and sensitive.

Killian doesn’t waste any time. Climbing to his knees, he positions himself between my legs and presses my thighs upward to make room for his wide hips.

I hold my breath in anticipation when I feel the warm head of his cock press against my tender opening. When the head breaches the entrance, I start to panic. The skin is pulled so tight it burns.

“Go slow,” I whisper. “You’re bigger than I’m used to.”

With a grunt, he slides in a little deeper. My skin breaks out in goose bumps as the adrenaline and arousal mingle into a heady desire. Killian is staring down at the spot where his massive cock is disappearing inside me. He’s moving slowly with delicate care not to hurt me. I don’t think he’s even all the way in when I feel as if I can’t take another inch.

I tug against the arm restraints again. His attention snaps up to my face. “I won’t hurt you, darling. You can trust me.”

As our eyes meet, I feel that tug of emotion again. When did this happen? When did the man who uttered such hateful words to me become the one who holds my fear and pain in his hand, offering me safety and comfort instead?

I have no reason to trust him, but I do.

He looks back down as he eases out and thrusts back in again, a little deeper this time. “I don’t know what you were so worried about,” he says in a strained tone. “You’re taking every inch, mo ghràidh. And you’re taking me so well.”

God, those words might as well be a stimulant. They buzz through my body, making everything feel so good. I wish he’d whisper them to me as he fucked me, like some secret code that unlocks the nerve endings in my body.

“Go faster,” I whisper, and immediately his hips start to piston. With every thrust, he goes deeper, and I wait anxiously for the pain that never comes. Finally, he pounds fully inside me until I can feel his hips against mine, and it’s a perfect fit, as if he’s made to be inside me.

Pleasure blossoms down my spine from the sensation, and as he moves, filling me again and again and again, I become overwhelmed by it. It’s all too much.

My eyes won’t leave him, watching the look of ecstasy on his face as he fucks me, moving harder and faster as he uses my body to chase his own pleasure. He can’t tear his gaze away from where our bodies are joined, and it’s endearing how much he likes to watch it.

I wish I could see inside his mind. I want to know if he’s feeling this all-encompassing thing that I feel. Is this still just casual sex to him? Or is he being swarmed by this feeling of something more the same way I am?

When he lifts his gaze to my face, our eyes meet, and that connection is back. I let out one pleading cry, and he answers the call, collapsing his body over mine and kissing my lips as he keeps up the relentless driving of his hips. His arms frame my head as his tongue tangles with mine.

My legs wrap around him, and I’m amazed at how well we fit together, even with our different sizes. Our bodies are so close it’s as if we are one.

Keeping our lips together, he fucks me harder as he whispers, “I’m going to fill you up. My wife. I’m making you mine.”

I wish I could wrap my arms around him. More than anything, I need my body to say what my mouth sometimes struggles to express. But with my wrists still tied, I have no other choice.

Hesitantly, I stutter. “F-fill me up, Killian. Make…me yours.”

“You are mine.”

With a deafening groan and a shuddering in his hips, I feel his climax tremble through us both. His cock pulses inside me, and I’m overcome with warmth. With his body still draped over mine, I swim in his nearness. I absorb his scent, his touch, his breath. Every part of him becomes a part of me.

This is so much more than sex. He has to see that.

When he finally lifts from my body, our lips touch again in a more hesitant kiss. Then, he climbs away from me and watches intently as he pulls his cock from inside me. His eyes don’t leave that spot, and when I feel the cum dripping from my pussy, he quickly wipes it with his thumb.

I let out a gasp when I feel him gently pushing it back inside.

Our eyes meet again, and he shoots me a soft smile. “Well, it’s official, darling,” he says softly. “You’re really my wife now.”