Killian
Those words turn my world upside down.
I don’t need to be preoccupied with myself anymore, with any of that bullshit that sequestered me in my own personal fucking protective bubble that kept me away from everything.
Away from the world.
Away from people.
Away from Rebecca.
The thought of her, the sight of her, the sound of her saying those words—my spirit no longer needs a bottle of spirits to feel free to fly like a golden eagle in the morning sun.
Even just looking into Rebecca’s eyes is enough to feel those protective layers getting fucking obliterated further, leaving me—and only me—here to love her.
And to have her here in my arms is a feeling I can’t describe, at least not with words man has created.
So, when she tells me to make love to her, when she demands it like the fucking vixen she is, I can only answer with a kiss that burns with the love and desire of a trillion stars going fucking supernova and absorbing the entire fucking universe.
I step toward the bed and lay her down on the sheets.
I take a moment to absorb her beauty.
Rebecca has always been a woman of indescribable beauty. Every time I try to explain or describe it to myself, I always come up short.
Most images are worth a thousand words, give or take a few.
The image of Rebecca before me is worth infinite words—or none of it, because there are no words that can even graze the realm of her magnificence.
I press my lips against hers, her head resting on one of her plump pillows.
Our lips dare not part, as if they couldn’t bear to be pulled away from such a loving embrace. To do so would be like pulling the moon from the sky.
I reach down and guide my cock inside her.
The feeling of her warmth ironically sends a chill down my spine.
It isn’t the first time I’ve felt Rebecca obviously. But it’s the first time I’ve ever had this kind of reaction from feeling myself swell inside her.
The sensation has us both groaning into our kiss as our tongues start cavorting like they’re on fucking Riverdance.
I thrust into her and I can feel her pussy clench down around me as if to welcome my return.
Her hands move up around my neck, and I can feel her palms against the back of my shoulders. The red marks that she left from before are still tender, but my body welcomes her touch with a wave of ecstatic pleasure.
I raise myself up so that I hover over her body.
My hips grind and move down into her in long, hard thrusts.
Each one sends this wave of intense bliss and exaltation to my very core.
She pulls her lips from me—with obvious reluctance—to let out a deep sigh.
Our eyes meet, and I lean my forehead against hers.
I reach down to slide my left palm along her thigh. I find a grip in the supple flesh and use it as a mooring of sorts.
Properly anchored, I thrust into her harder.
A fierce intensity flares within the dark of her eyes.
Her hips begin to rise and meet my own with their own vigor.
“Harder,” she moans.
My grip on her leg tightens to the point where I can feel her muscles flexing uncontrollably at each thrust.
The pace at which my hips lunge into her quickens. The force of each movement rises to meet the desire of the woman beneath me.
Her groans and roars are coming much faster and much louder.
The feeling of her nails dragging along my tender flesh makes me groan with the same intensity of her own.
The fierceness in her eyes pierces into my soul.
She already claimed my body with her marks.
She claimed my heart with her words.
Now she’s claiming my soul with her gaze.
Her previously transfixed gaze is broken as I feel her legs shake and tremble on their own accord.
The heels of her feet dig into the small of my back. Her hands pull me down toward her.
Her back arches to force my cock to remain firm within her.
The rate of her breathing quickens until it pauses with an especially intense lungful.
She succumbs to her climax, and a fresh wave of warmth washes over me.
Her body pulls me in of its own desire, until our bodies are pressed against each other.
She lets out the breath she’s been holding.
I can feel her chest heave as she struggles to catch her breath.
Rebecca removes her hands from my back—and I’m surprised to feel her move them down my arse instead. She grips it tightly and begins to pull my hips toward her.
“Don’t stop.”
I nod.
My hips begin to grind into her once more. Each movement has her legs trembling, and I can feel her still treading just below the surface of another powerful climax.
The grip her pussy has on me loosens, and it permits the forceful thrusts she demanded from me only moments ago.
I begin to feel myself start to rise to my own climax.
The muscles in my legs and back tighten. A precursor for what is to come.
“More,” she whispers stiffly. “I need all of you.”
“You already have all of me.”
I know it isn’t what she had meant, and my words hadn’t been what I planned to say, but something within me demanded to speak instead.
That fierce intensity in her eyes disappears at the words, washed away by a softness that I’ve not seen before in any woman I’ve ever been with.
“Marry me, Killian.”
It’s not a question that Rebecca’s asking me. It’s a declaration of intent. It’s Rebecca taking control of her life, her destiny, and her future.
It’s bold and admirable...and it catches me off guard.
“Marry you?”
Her hands take the sides of my face as she nods.
Maybe it’s the heat of the impassioned moment between us or the newfound declaration of love.
I certainly can’t blame the whiskey for this one.
But no matter the cause for it, I welcome it with open arms.
“Yes, Rebecca. I will marry you.”
“Yes?” She laughs that most wondrous laugh of hers.
“Yes. Always yes.”
Our lips meet in a tender, gentle embrace. It isn’t as intense as the others, but it’s filled with every bit of passion and love as the others.
It’s a brief kiss as if submerged beneath a fresh wave of fierce ecstasy.
I feel her body tremble and writhe uncontrollably beneath me. But this time, she pulls me down under the surface of the sea with her.
As she clenches down around me, I give in and explode within her.
The sensation of euphoria that I submit to is as excessive as it is powerful.
My cock twitches as I fill her with my own warmth. Each twitch sends this jolt of lighting to my spine.
My brain feels tingly and numb as a limb that has fallen asleep.
I bask in this feeling unlike any I have felt before this very moment.
“Killian?” Rebecca licks her lips and smiles joyously.
“Yes, lass?”
“I really fucking love you,” she says with a laugh.
“Well, I am Killian Walsh.”
She gives me a playful smack in the arm.
We share a brief kiss as soft as the sands of Culebra.
“I love you, Rebecca Doyle. Now and always.”