Page 66 of A Curse On Black Lake (Black Lake Gothic Cowboys #1)

Chapter fifty-one

Eliana

Killian takes us to his room, unceremoniously drops me onto the bed, and grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge, pushing my dress up to my waist. I wait, wondering what he’s going to do next, and nervous energy builds in my chest. I’m not sure what I should do next.

He looks down at me with a serious scrutiny as if he’s trying to decide if this is the right path for us.

I’m on the verge of whining for him to decide what he wants because I am desperate for him. Then he grabs my dress and pulls it over my head.

“You’re sure?” he asks again.

I nod sheepishly, and he shakes his head, grabbing my chin.

“I need words,” he commands.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I tell him.

He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, and it feels right grabbing it with my teeth. He hisses in response, and I pull back. I didn’t bite down that hard.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask him.

He chuckles and pops the buttons of his shirt. “No, little witch, you’re testing my restraint, and you don’t even know it. That’s what makes this so much harder.”

“Wait,” I tell him, reaching for his shirt.

He drops his hands, and I get on my knees, reaching for his shirt. I unbutton each snap until his shirt hangs open, and he’s watching me.

I push it over his shoulders, and it falls silently to the floor.

He reaches for his belt, flipping the buckle and pulling it through the loops. Instead of dropping it, he slides it behind my back and uses the leather to tug me into him. Killian smiles and drops light kisses all over my face until the belt drops away, and his palms replace the leather.

My hands shake as he flips the button of his jeans and crawls over me, forcing me to lay back.

I drag my trembling hands over his body, marveling at its strength.

Killian pulls back, frowning at me. “Why are your hands shaking?” he asks.

I lick my lips, trying to find the words. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m nervous … but in a good way,” I whisper.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. It’s just you and me. Nothing else. Okay?”

“Just you and me,” I whisper.

The corner of his mouth tips up before he drops his mouth to mine in a breathless kiss. I pull away, needing to breathe, as Killian traces my body with his mouth, stopping at my bra.

He lifts his head. “If you want to stop, say the word.” I nod, and he groans, nipping the skin close to where my bra rests, and drags his nose between my breasts. The sensation makes my stomach flutter. I reach for his mop of hair, pushing it out of his face as he unhooks the back.

His thick, callused fingers drag across my shoulder blades and up to my shoulders before pushing each strap off, waiting for me to move next.

With a confidence I have never possessed in myself, I grab the bra, tossing it to the side and cover my chest, averting my eyes.

“Little witch, look at me,” he whispers. His eyes turn a shade darker as he tugs at my wrists. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

I shrug.

He grins and kisses my forehead. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

I’ve never been this open, this exposed before, and it’s scary, but I feel safe with him. Shivering from his tone, I drop my arms, and his eyes flare with reverence.

“You are utterly stunning, and even as I say that, the word doesn’t feel good enough for you,” he says.

My face burns, and I’m tongue-tied. How do I respond to that?

“Where have you been all my life?” he asks.

I start to say, on the other side of town, but I feel like he’s talking to himself and answering his own question as he drags his fingers over my lips before leaning forward, pressing a kiss on my heart.

He moves his lips to my breast, and the combination of his scratchy beard and warm mouth makes my brain short circuit, a shock to my system.

His mouth covers my nipple, and I melt beneath him. He whispers into my skin as he switches to the other, and I can’t hear it because I’m floating. I grab his hair, needing to hold on as his tongue circles.

A moan builds up my throat, and I know I’m done for. There is no coming back from him. I assumed this before, but there is nothing but absolute certainty now.

My body arches with a new, indescribable ache, one that accompanies a need I’ve never experienced before — heavy, full, and dependent.

It’s a hunger I know only he can satisfy.

It’s a surrendering to my heart, which had been calling for his since my dream.

It is the knowing in my soul that I belong to him. I want to belong to him.

I am his even though he can’t be all of mine. Knowing our end, I want all of us, every inch, for a moment in time.

He pulls away with a pop, sliding his hands down my ribs, stopping at my hips, then coming back up to my neck, taking his time. He sucks and licks my body, making every nerve ending explode as if I’m full of fireworks.

“Why now?” he asks into my skin.

I grab his face so were eye to eye. “Because I want all of you, Killian Lennox, body and soul. I want it all.”

He blinks, and I think I might have said too much, came on too strong. Embarrassment fills my stomach, even though he said he cares about me.

This is new to me. I’ve never been in this position before. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it. I have no idea what I’m doing. Except, I’m being honest, and that’s all I’ve got.

Killian licks his lips and grabs my hands, kissing each palm before linking our fingers together.

“I wouldn’t mind having my soul tethered to yours,” he says.

My heart explodes. It doesn’t shatter from sadness or loss. It bursts apart from the love radiating from him. It fills the bullet holes of my past with love so full I’m bleeding out.

Killian leans forward, grabbing my face, aggressively plundering my mouth. Stealing my breath, consuming me like I’m his only sustenance. He rips away with a growl, and I reach for his jeans trying to get rid of them. Killian leaps out of bed, pushes his pants down, and climbs back on top of me.

My eyes widen at the sight of him, and he chuckles, sitting back on his heels. “Don’t worry, little witch, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, reaching for my waist, gazing down at me with hooded eyes, waiting for permission.

I give it to him, and he whips my panties off my hips. Heat floods between my thighs, and I whimper, needing friction, anything to satisfy my desire.

He groans, drawing his hands over my body. “I’ve thought about you and me, like this, way too many times to make me a decent man,” he says.

The tips of his fingers slip over my chest, down my small belly to my hips, stopping at the apex of my thighs. I tense for a second before he grabs my hip with the other hand, drawing smooth circles over the bone, helping me relax.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

My eyes close as he slips a finger in. I trust him to take care of me. I trust him to love me through his actions.

He groans and I whimper, the feeling foreign and so good as he moves his hand. “So beautiful,” he rasps, watching his hand.

He slips in another, and curls his fingers. My body trembles with his touch, and my heart vaults out of my chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod rapidly and let my body respond to him however it needs, rolling with the waves of pleasure. My hips lift, chasing his hand, and I reach for him.

“Be patient, baby, relax,” Killian says, pushing me back into the bed with his hand around my throat.

I bite my lip, white knuckling the sheets, letting him do as he pleases.

“That’s my girl, now tell me what you like,” he says, dropping his hand from my neck and placing it next to my head, hovering over me while his other moves faster.

“I don’t know,” I whine, and grab his shoulder.

“Come on, darlin’, don’t be shy,” he coaxes.

I keen as his hand moves in a different pattern, and bite his shoulder. “That, I like that,” I say breathlessly.

“Good girl. Leave your mark on me,” he says gruffly.

“I’ve never—” I swallow trying to breathe, but feeling like I’m about to burst from an impending fall.

“Then let me be the first to give it to you.” He watches me with rapt attention. “And the last,” he whispers.

“Killian, I can’t …” I whine.

“You can,” he says, kissing me. “Let go for me, baby, let me see you shine.”

His praise brings me over the edge, making me explode into a thousand stars that shine above our heads. I scream into the ceiling, so overwhelmed, so breathless, my vision narrows.

Killian pulls his hand away and kisses my temple. “That was so damn beautiful I can’t wait to see it again,” he grins before sticking his fingers in his mouth.

“Oh,” I gasp.

He pulls them out with a pop and a hum. “Sweet.”

“Thank you?”

Killian chuckles. “You’re welcome,” he says, grabbing my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck, panting into his kiss as he drops his hips to mine.

He moans in my mouth. We’re so close. It wouldn’t take much.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

I reach for his hips.

He chuckles darkly. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Please,” I beg.

“Mmm, such a pretty sound.”

Our bodies graze, and my nails dig into his skin with anticipation.

He pauses and leans to the side. Pulling open a drawer, and rifles through the contents.

He grumbles and slams it closed. “I thought I was going to have to run to Cricket’s with the worst blue balls known to mankind.”

I snort. “It’s well past closing time.”

He gives me a playful look. “Baby, I would have broken in if I had to. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“I don’t mind,” I whisper.

He rips the package open with his teeth.

“No, it’s not, I want to put you first in every physical and mental way. You’re first, always,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” I answer, and he groans.

“Don’t do that Eliana, it’s been a long time and…”

“Then hurry up because I feel like I’m going to die,” I whine.

“Not funny,” he grunts and kisses me again

Our hips rest together, and he nods. “When you’re ready,” he says, brushing his nose against mine.

I bracket my knees on either side of his hips, and I reach down, lining us up.

“Bind us together,” I whisper.