Page 148 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

His kiss giving me life again.

He finally stills his hips, and his lips slow over mine. But they don’t stop. Featherlight kisses bring me down from cataclysmic heights. Floating gently rather than crashing back to earth.

I sag against the tree, only his grip on my neck and ass and his hard body keep me upright. And somehow, even out here in the wild of McBride Mountain, with so much uncertainty and danger, I’ve never felt more safe. More loved. More at peace.

He kisses me gently.

So softly it’s barely a brush of his lips across mine.

Once.

Twice.

Then he slowly lowers my feet to the ground. They sink slightly into grass and leaves damp from the evening dew and the water dripping from our naked bodies.

My legs tremble as he slides his hands from my ass and slowly pulls his head all the way back. He shifts, and the loss of his body heat lets the chilly night air hit me, raising goosebumps across my still-damp skin.

I open my eyes and find him on his knees in front of me, staring up with so much reverence. Like a man in church about to confess his sins…or worship his god.

The pure adoration in his gaze sends fire licking over my entire body before he even touches me. By the time he dips his head between my legs, I’m burning alive, caught in this inferno of lust.

His tongue glides through where his cock just was greedily. “Fucking beautiful. Fuck, Honeybee…so damn sweet.”

I groan and tunnel my hands into his hair as he licks away the evidence of what we did.

His tongue drifts over my inner thighs, across my cunt, delving deep inside.

He groans, the vibration along my flesh making my clit throb, until his tongue flicks up over it, and I flinch at the contact with it so oversensitive after just coming. “Christ, Killian. You?—”

My head spins, stealing any words I was about to say.

“We taste so fucking good together.”

He murmurs the words against my core, devouring me, licking and sucking and nipping until he has guaranteed the only thing that exists is the feel of his mouth on me and that pulsating heat right between my legs.

My thighs quiver and tighten around his head, and he chuckles, then plunges two fingers inside me.

I gasp at the intrusion and clench around him as he begins to work me up again with skilled ministrations. “Killian, I don’t think I?—”

“You can.”

Every time he has said those words to me, he’s proven them to be true.

All the things I thought I couldn’t do, he’s assured I can, whether it was make it through another rough interaction with Mom, survive another nightmare, or come apart in his arms again.

By now, I should know not to doubt him.

He dips his head and attacks my clit again, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth over it as he pumps his fingers into me. Curling them. Dragging them along my pulsating inner walls. Catching on my G-spot and concentrating all his focus there.

I sag my weight completely against the tree and over his shoulders, that bright heat centering between my legs now starting to blast outward until I finally come again.

This time, Killian isn’t there to catch my cry.

It rips out of somewhere deep in my soul. Echoing off the trees. Across the rushing river. Drowning out the sounds of the night animals and the pain I felt only minutes ago when I was standing out there, wondering what had become of my life over the last year.

Ecstasy courses through my veins as I grind my cunt against his face. Killian gazes up at me, sucking down my release and what was left of his, letting me come apart, knowing he will always put me back together.

Tears trickle from my eyes as I finally come down to earth, sagging my weight completely onto him.