Page 124 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

He drags his hips back and plunges deep again, slamming the front of my hips against the counter, but I don’t even care.

I can’t when it feels like he’s completing me.

Like he’s filling some massive void that’s been there since the moment I got back.

He pumps into me again and again, then wraps his hand around the front of me and finds my clit, rolling and pinching it until my legs are trembling so hard that the only thing keeping me upright is his large, hard body pinning me down. “Are you ready to come again?”

I shake my head.

No.

I can’t.

I can’t.

That low tingling between my legs, the delicious burn that always signals my impending release, seems to suggest otherwise, but I already feel like I’m going to collapse.

One more might kill me.

Killian chuckles low. “Yes, you are. Don’t lie to me.”

I don’t want to.

“Y-y-yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He twists my clit as he drags the head of his cock against that perfect spot inside me…

And I erupt again.

Just as he roars in my ear.

Killian comes hard, deep inside me, pumping into me three more times before he finally stills and collapses on top of me.

The heavy pressure of him pushing me down should feel suffocating, but it’s like a comforting, soft blanket.

Darkness encroaches around the edges of my vision, but it’s a warm, friendly one, not the scary, treacherous one I’ve been living under for weeks.

His lips find my ear, then my neck. He kisses his way to my mouth, ghosting his over mine. “I fucking love you, Honeybee.”

I open my mouth to respond, to tell him I love him, too, to explain how much he means to me, but I can’t form words.

We remain pinned together for several moments, each of us trying to catch our breath and come back to the world around us.

The buzz of the timer going off finally jerks both of us upright, and Killian laughs, holding me in his strong arms. His cock, still embedded deeply inside me, twitches, and I clench around it, eliciting another groan from the man who can so easily destroy me as he puts me back together.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, allowing my head to drop against his chest.

He tilts my face up to him. “Are you sure?”

I manage to bob my head again, and he drops another kiss to my forehead before he slowly releases me. Tightly gripped fingers around the edge of the counter keep my legs from giving out as he slips from me and reaches down to grab the towel.

He uses it to wipe between my thighs gently, grabs my clothes, and brings them over to me. “Get dressed. I’ll get the food out of the oven.”

“Okay.”