Page 67 of A Curse On Black Lake (Black Lake Gothic Cowboys #1)

He gently pushes in, and we groan simultaneously.

“Such a good girl.” Killian’s jaw slackens and his eyebrows crinkle in concentration as he looks at me, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort as he fits himself within me.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he rasps.

I feel a slight pinch, but nothing painful. I’m right on that edge, and I want him to throw me over so we can plunge into the carnal desire we have built between each other.

He pushes in more and I feel a small pressure, then it’s gone, courtesy of riding horses.

I lift my hips, and he groans, fully seated. “Good?” he asks.

“Amazing,” I whisper, bewildered with the emotions flowing between us.

I roll my hips, adjusting, and he whimpers.

I stop, enthralled with the sound he made because of me.

“Don’t stop, darlin’,” he rasps.

“Then give me more,” I gasp.

He thrusts a little harder, building rhythm between us, keeping our pace slow and languid, giving us plenty of space to feel everything.

“Look at me,” he commands.

My eyes open to his as the bed creaks under us.

“Keep those blues on me. I want to make sure,” he says.

“Make sure of what?” I ask on a sigh.

He stops, and I nearly scream. “That you’re feeling all of this too,” he rasps.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in. His hot breath fans across my skin, and he drags his teeth down my neck to my chest.

Does he feel the way my heart keeps faltering in rhythm? Does he feel the words on my lips that I can’t allow myself to say?

“I feel it all.”

Killian pulls back so we’re face to face. He kisses me with a fierceness that melts my bones and makes them weep.

“I don’t know how someone like you can exist in the same evil world. Look at you,” he says, panting as our breaths match the tempo of our bodies.

I grab his cheeks, drawing his mouth to mine. He pushes my knees back, and I moan as we rock together. Grasping at his back, I drag my nails over his skin, and he groans.

With each pulse of his hips, a pressure builds in my belly, and I sense it coming, but I want to hang on. I want to feel this for as long as I can.

“Give it to me, darlin’,” he pants, moving me again, creating a new angle with his hips, pushing somehow deeper.

Sparks shoot from my center, through my chest. “Don’t stop,” I cry as he brands me with every thrust, every whispered word, every breath and groan.

“Never,” he grits. “You’re mine, little witch,” he grunts.

He edges me to the brink and drops his hand to my nipple, pinching it. Like a button, I go off.

Our movements turn sloppy and ravenous as he groans into my ear, and I bite his shoulder as a second wave of indescribable pleasure passes through us.

He curses on a breathless groan, thrusting harder. Killian finds my mouth again, our bodies still moving together, until we’re too tired to move.

I sigh, and he pulls away, nuzzling his nose into my neck, dropping his exhausted body on top of mine.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I squeeze my knees to his hips. “That was …”

“Yeah,” he says, dragging his finger over the bridge of my nose.

I scrunch it, and he chuckles, kissing my cheek, before he leans into my ear, and says, “If you’re not too sore, I have a feeling we aren’t going to get any sleep for the foreseeable future.”

I giggle, and he plops another kiss on my cheek before throwing himself to the side and hopping off the bed, going to the bathroom.

When he comes back, he crawls over me, beginning a trail of kisses all over my body, leaving a map of him on my skin. My nose burns, and I blink to keep the tears at bay, overwhelmed by my hungry desperation, and wild desire for more of him.

He kisses my cheek and throws his leg over both of mine. “Are you sure you’re okay? Can I get you anything?” he asks.

I shake my head and rest my cheek on his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who told me we wouldn’t sleep tonight.”

“You gotta give me a few minutes, baby,” he chuckles. “Demanding little witch, aren't you?”

I nod rapidly.

He chuckles, then his expression drops into a serious look. Killian grabs my throat, tilting my chin up. “I love you, Eliana. I need you,” he says.

He scrutinizes my face, waiting for me to respond. The vulnerability in his eyes crushes me. I don’t know how to answer. But in this moment, I chose to abandon all of my fears of losing him, and what we’ve built.

“Why would you love me?” I ask him.

He scoffs, rubbing his thumb on the underside of my jaw. “How can I not? You make it impossible not to. I have nothing but reasons to love you.”

I blink, and he pecks my lips.

“I think I could go on for hours,” he says, and chuckles at the face I’m making.

“I won’t, but I love you because you make me a better man. You are peace to me. Whenever I’m around you, it feels like I can see the sun again. I think you were meant for me all along,” he says, the last words on a whisper. His brows wrinkle as his eyes coast over my skin.

“Oh, and you’re beautiful, but that goes without saying,” he says with a bright smile, before kissing the tip of my nose.

My face gets hot, and I look away, smiling.

“Look at me.”

I lift my eyes to his, and my walls crumble around us. Though I won’t give him those words, I give him the most sacred part of myself.

“I need you too,” I whisper.

He grins and smashes his lips onto mine, consuming the very breath in my lungs.Instinct takes over, and we’re all tongues, moans, and limbs, and love that we can’t totally express.

We go from slow and burning to can’t catch our breath kind of making love.

It wraps you up and creates a knot that can never be undone.

Love that brands itself on your soul forever.