Pressing every inch of himself into her and more solidly against the wall of her loft behind them, Killian slid the fabric of Emma's black t-shirt past her shoulder, revealing a thin black strap that disappeared under where his eyes dared to roam. She tilted his chin until their eyes met, the tension and heat palpable in each other's stare. Proving every ounce of his attention was on her, his lips slowly descended onto the revealed skin, pecking kisses on each exposed inch.
With his mouth working diligently, he slowly moved his hand down her arm, stroking her so softly it set her skin aflame and made her ache for more.
Using his hook, he pinned her arms above her head, while his hand eagerly removed her top, revealing what seemed to be a small, black, lacy corset. His mouth practically watered when he noticed the transparency of the garment, her body revealed to him like a meal for a starving man.
He continued moving his lips down her neck and then back to her shoulder, lapping over every inch, sucking hard enough to leave marks. As his lips and tongue continued making love to her skin, he moved his hand to massage her breast through the thin fabric covering it.
With her hands now free, she pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands up his abs, before wrapping her arms behind his neck, pulling him into her as close as possible. Closer even. Their skin warming each other and sending their minds into dizzy spins.
With every brush of his hand and lips continuing to stoke the flame that had already ignited on her skin, she hitched her leg over his hip, threw her head back in reckless abandon, and let out a soundless scream, relishing in the way his touch sent her into oblivion.
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Breathlessly, their sweaty bodies fell back on the hardwood floor beneath them. The only thing covering them: his long, black coat, which had been strewn across the hallway with the rest of their clothes.
"Did we just…?" she asked, trying to catch her breath, brushing her hair off her forehead.
"I think we did," he said, staring up at the ceiling, a lazy grin crossing his features.
Sitting up, she turned to face the wall next to them. She blushed as visions of his hot, sweaty body thrusting hard into hers up against it rushed back into her mind.
As she continued to glare at the surface, she noticed various tiny holes punctured into it. She looked back at the hook still attached to his arm and let out a disbelieving laugh.
"What? What's so funny?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, trying to get a good look at her.
"Nothing. Nothing." she said waving it off. "It's not important."
Before he could figure out what was causing her to make such an angelic sound, she climbed on top of him, pushing him back onto the ground, and continued to kiss him hard and fast, slow and soft, the jacket following her every movement.