A/N:Thank you to my lovely beta ilovemesomekillianjones, and to rouhn, onceuponaprincessworld and teamhook for always putting up with me and for your endless support!
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The water and blood is streaming down his body and disappearing into the drain as he stands under the shower, running his hands through his hair and attempting to settle down. He hates vampires, he keeps telling himself, but Emma is… well she's intoxicating, she's gorgeous and before he'd tasted her blood, he'd expected to be revolted, but it was the opposite—he could feel her energy flowing through him and she was delicious.
Her blood tasted like sin and darkness, and it felt like he were tapping into her soul. He could feel her pain, her emotions, her desires, and everything she harbored inside. Even as he closes his eyes, he can still see her behind his eyelids, he can feel her cold, icy hands on him; he can still taste her blood.
Killian curses under his breath and turns the shower knob, making it cold to stave off another erection. He cannot be lusting after a vampire. He won't allow it.
When he's certain all the blood is cleaned off of him, he turns off the shower and steps out, grabbing the towel from the rack and drying himself off. He wraps the white cotton fabric around his hips, realizing he doesn't have any clean clothes to change into, so he steps out of the bathroom in search of the blonde vampire princess who will now haunt his dreams for who knows how long.
The bedroom is empty as he walks across the floor and into the hallway. He finds another door which goes into the adjacent bedroom he assumes is Graham's. Killian knows his intuition is correct when he can hear the shower running in the attached bathroom.
He looks around the room, spots a dresser and figures he might be able to find some clothes his size in there seeing as Graham is a similar build. He swallows thickly, not even sure if he's allowed to be in here, but he's surely not walking out of the club naked.
Opening one of the drawers, he searches through the underwear drawer when he hears the shower turn off. He starts to hurry, but forgets about Emma's vampire speed, and the door opens after a remarkably short amount of time. Killian quickly turns around, seeing Emma emerging from the bathroom. She's already dried off and she's carrying the bathrobe she hasn't put on yet, and she's naked from head to toe.
Killian's mouth falls open, his eyes scanning her stunning, undead form and all of her soft curves and seductive features—a set of the most gorgeous breasts and pale pink nipples he's ever seen, her smooth stomach and the provocative shape of her hips leading his eyes directly to her silky, bare nub. He swallows hard, unable to take his eyes off of her. His cock comes to life again, throbbing underneath the towel. He doesn't even care if she's mad at him, or even if she kills him, because at least then he will die with the vision of a beautiful siren as the last thing he will ever see.
Emma smirks, her cheeks filling with blush as she holds up the robe behind her, her arms slipping into the sleeves. He stifles a whine when she closes the white silk over her body, tying the belt and securing it in place as she walks over to the closet. The robe drapes just below the perfect butt she's hiding underneath as he follows her movement with his eyes.
"Apologies, love. I was—I was just—" he stammers, trying to find his voice, but it's difficult to think about anything or form words when he's hard as a rock. "I was just searching for some clean clothes."
"I was just about to find you some," she says and opens the closet doors.
His arousal is only heightened when he watches the hem of her robe rise as she lifts her hands to push some shirts over on their hangers, browsing through her progeny's selection.
"I gotta say, I'm really starting to enjoy your scent," she admits, turning her head to wink at him.
Killian attempts to cover the bulge in the towel, his cheeks and entire body overwhelmed with heat.
Emma grabs a silk red shirt and black leather pants, because apparently that's all these male vampires wear. She turns around, walking over and handing them to him.
"Thanks, love." Killian notices how weak she is when he takes the clothes, and a concerned expression falls over his features. "You look quite pale… paler than usual."
"I'm fine," she assures, but at the same time, she walks away from him and sits on the bed, leaning on her hands to hold herself up. "I just haven't fed in a while and I gave you a good amount of my blood. My parents don't like when I feed on humans, and I hate the taste of Enchanted Blood."
"Your parents are still alive—or undead I should say?"
"My father, who sired me, and his wife. They're the vampire King and Queen of Louisiana because, long story short, they believe in mainstreaming."
"Ah, I see." Killian approaches the end of the bed where she's sitting and kneels down before her. He can't believe he's doing this, but she did save his life after all. "You can feed on me, love."
Emma's eyes widen in surprise, brow curving upward. "You're offering your blood to me?"
"And my trust. You need to feed, and it's the least I can do after you saved me and healed me and not to mention, are helping me find the killer."
"But you're not afraid I might drain you?" she asks in bewilderment, and he's not sure why she's so surprised. He'd thought she'd be eager to take his blood, especially considering how weak she appears to be.
"It's a chance I'm willing to take. Besides, I know you won't."
"And how can you be so sure?"
"Because you haven't enchanted me yet, so I know you won't do anything against my will."
Emma's eyes soften as she sits up and scoots forward so she's right on the edge. "You're sure?"
Killian places his hands on her knees, spreading them apart and moves in between her legs to close the distance between them. He lifts his chin and tilts his head, giving her full access to his neck. "I'm sure."
Emma hisses, and her fangs drop, green eyes clouding with bloodlust. Killian inhales a sharp breath, bracing himself for what's about to come.
He gasps in pain at the sting when he feels her fangs break his skin, feels the sharp daggers sink into his flesh, his blood dripping out and streaming down his neck. But as she sucks on his pulsepoint, drawing his blood into her mouth, he knows why people allow vampires to feed on them—it's arousing as hell.
His erection only grows, the pleasure overtaking him as she growls and feeds on him mercilessly. His left hand grips tightly at her thigh while his right one sifts through her wet hair, his palm cradling the back of her head. Emma latches onto him tightly, her hands gripping his shoulders. He knows she's just as aroused as he is, her body pressing into his as she makes little growls and moans and suckling noises.
Her fingers are sliding up the other side of his neck and into his hair as she sucks him into her mouth one last time before carefully releasing him. As her life becomes revitalized with his blood flowing through her veins, she runs her tongue up his neck, licking every last drop from his wounds before swiping her lips with her tongue as she lifts her head. Her green irises are now bright and glowing, and he can see the rosey color in her cheeks again.
Killian's gaze falls to her mouth as his hand slides down to the side of her neck, his thumb gently caressing her skin. He knows he should be repulsed by his blood covering the whiteness of her teeth, but he's not. The blood is pumping through him, his heart pounding erratically, and not only because she'd feasted on his blood, but because he wants her. He knows he shouldn't, but her seductive feminine wiles pull him in like a powerful current, and every fiber of his being is fighting against his morals and beliefs. Emma can sense his arousal, she can hear his heart beating and her eyes are glazed with lust and hunger, but not for his blood.
Fuck it.
Throwing his beliefs out the window, Killian pulls her flush against his body, and she gasps in surprise as he groans, feeling her wet folds on his stomach. At first he's afraid he's misread the expression on her face when she appears to be irritated. However, she doesn't pull away, and instead she hisses, showing her fangs and pulls his lips to hers with a rough collision. Feeling the hunger bubbling to the surface, he slides his tongue between her teeth, desperate to find hers.
He can taste his blood in her mouth, and is eager to taste something else in particular as he feels her juices coming from the source as it coats his stomach. Her hands slide up his chest, fingers combing through his hair as he pulls her closer—as close as he can get her. It's still not close enough, though, not even with his hand on her back pushing her into him, their teeth clanging and tongues moving rapidly. There's far too much fabric between them.
Sliding his other hand down the front of her robe, he swallows the low growls Emma makes as she hungrily devours him, but he knows her hunger is not for more blood. No, it's for something else entirely.
Killian rises without breaking the kiss, and pulls on the belt of her robe, loosening the fabric. He growls in anticipation, anxious to feel her naked flesh against his as he yanks the satin from her shoulders, pressing her body to his. Emma moans as he wraps his arms around her, dipping her back so she's laying on the bed.
Pulling his lips away, he buries his face in her neck, laying wet kisses on her cold skin, drawing soft whimpers from her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut. He grins smugly, satisfied with her response, and sucks sharply on her neck, leaving love bites which heal under his gaze when he pulls back.
Their breathing is heavy, Emma's is unnecessarily so, as he makes a trail of kisses down her chest, drawing one of her nipples into his mouth and making it stiffen between the pull of his teeth and the soft caresses of his his tongue and lips.
Emma starts to tense, and Killian can sense something's off as he reluctantly releases the hard bud, peering up at her.
She's looking at the door, hissing.
"Emma, you in here—" the sound of the Irish accent fills the room, and Killian snaps his eyes to the door, seeing Graham in the doorway with a shocked expression. "Oh, uh sorry, Emma—" he apologizes, blush creeping into his cheeks. "I was just wondering where you were. It's been—" Before he can finish, Emma quickly cuts him off.
"Now you know, so get out!" she barks harshly, the sharpness in her tone letting him know there will be grave consequences if he doesn't leave them be.
"Yes, your majesty." Graham's face is stricken with apology and he's gone in a flash, the door swinging shut behind him with a loud bang.
Before Killian knows what's happening, everything is a blur and they're both standing in Emma's room with the door shut and locked. The anticipation is burning between them as he closes the distance and captures her lips, kissing her breathlessly. Killian wraps an arm around her as he cups one of her breasts, tweaking the stiff nipple underneath the pads of his fingers and thumb.
His erection hardens against her core, and she can't suppress the high pitched moan tearing from her throat. Taking a moment, she inhales his scent as they consume each other, and not just the warm blood flowing underneath his skin, but his addictive musk.
Killian tears his lips away to kiss along her jaw, teeth skimming across her skin as he makes his way down the pale column of her neck, aching to feel her beautiful breasts in his mouth. His lips massage her collarbone, tasting and savoring every inch of decadent skin and groaning under his breath as he makes an invisible trail to the curve of her breasts and sucks a hard nipple into his mouth.
Emma yelps in pleasure, her fingers tightening and twisting in his hair, drawing him closer. His lips feel so soft and his mouth is so wonderfully warm; she's not used to feeling a human's body heat on her cold skin. But God, she has missed this.
He takes his time sucking on each of her nipples, taking the other one between his fingers, and Emma squirms in his arms, unable to think about anything except for Killian and what he is doing to her. But she hates that she's letting him make her feel this way. She needs to be the one in control.
In a woosh, Killian's back is pressed up against the wall as he groans, and Emma is now on her knees in front of him. She rips the towel off his gorgeous body to find his dick, which is long and hard and standing straight up, the slit weeping with precum. She can't wait to have him inside her. Her fangs pop out on instinct and she hisses, a feral craving burning in her loins.
She takes in a deep breath through her nose, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He is the perfect specimen—how human men are supposed to look like. His body is sculpted, stomach rippling with abs, and arms bulking with lean muscle.
Her eyes are glowing with hunger, and most human men would be afraid that she's showing her teeth at his delicate manhood, but as Emma looks up at him, she can see the trust fueling his heated gaze. He knows she won't hurt him. Not really.
Emma leans in and licks up his entire length before lapping at the bead of precum leaking from his slit. He groans above her as she savors the taste of him—salty and tangy with a hint of sweetness—and she curls her fingers around him, stroking him firmly up and down, feeling every ridge of muscle underneath his skin, feeling him swell in her grasp.
She moans, getting more aroused by merely the feel of his dick in her hand. Her core is throbbing, aching for him, and the urge to fuck him is potent, but first she needs to taste him. And for once, she's not looking to taste his blood. No, she wants to relieve him of his white milky fluid and feel it bursting inside her mouth. She's not even sure how long it's been since she's needed a human so badly. Probably never. Other than to feed on them.
"Love, as much as I appreciate you wanting to… to do this, I'm the 'ladies first' sort of lad."
Emma looks up at him, showing her teeth, her immortal being growing with irritation. "Do I look like a lady to you? I'm a three hundred year old vampire."
Killian smirks, lifting a brow. "Sorry, but your enticing feminine figure tells me otherwise."
Emma taunts him with a devilish smirk of her own. "Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm the 'take what I want' sort of lady." Hissing again, she forcefully pushes his back into the wall before he can respond, her eyes spanning his delicious length. When she glances up at him briefly, Killian gulps, a hint of fear in his eyes, but he doesn't resist her.
She looks at his pulsing length again, retracting her fangs, and lowers her head, wrapping her lips around him and drawing him into her mouth. Killian displays his approval by threading his fingers through her hair, gently moving his hips to gain more friction as she lets him slide into her mouth.
Emma growls, smelling the delicious blood and cum underneath, allowing the scents to permeate her senses, and she lets out a slow breath through her nose to calm herself. Her lips move back and forth, taking more and more of him each time as he groans above her, cursing under his breath, fingers flexing in her hair.
"Oh fuck, that's good," he praises, his voice completely shattered.
Emma grins with her mouth full—full of his pulsing cock—and takes him deeper down her throat. She has many advantages over a human female, one of them being she doesn't need to breathe in air, so she can devour his whole length without having to come up for air. She also doesn't have to worry about gagging on him.
"Bloody hell…" he mutters, thrusting harder into Emma's mouth as her throat closes around him, squeezing him tightly. "Fucking amazing. I'm not hurting you am I, love?" he manages, and she has to refrain from laughing. It's sweet of him, it really is, but Emma is not some delicate flower to be concerned about.
She slightly shakes her head as she draws him in as far as she can to let him know it doesn't hurt in the least. She peers up at him, her eyes meeting his liquid blue as he watches his cock, slick with saliva, slip in and out of her mouth.
The exchange is fueled by primal desire, but is also extremely intimate. When Emma looks into his eyes, she can peer into his soul, she can feel his pleasure, his need for her, and it makes her blood scream—it makes her hotter, despite her low body temperature.
Emma moves quicker, more fiercely, stroking his balls with her cool fingers as he groans, emitting a string of curses under his breath.
"Ughhhh, your fingers feel incredible."
His words encourage her to squeeze more firmly and she sucks on him from base to head, every few times using her vampire speed to increase the pleasure. Emma loves the noises he makes, the little hitches of breath and half-stifled groans, and she's going to love it even more when he completely loses it. She can tell he's close already; she can smell it.
"I'm so close, love."
Emma increases her speed, feeling Killian's cock throb and his balls start to tense. He's breathing sporadically as he suddenly spins Emma around, pressing her into the wall. Her back hits it with a forceful thud and she moans as he fucks her mouth more deliberately, chasing his orgasm. His hands cup the sides of her face and his controlling actions are hotter than hell; she feels her nectar dripping down her thigh.
Emma holds onto his hips, closes her eyes and relaxes, letting Killian rut into her hard and fast, letting him use her up good, letting him take his pleasure. He groans and cups the side of her jaw in one hand, his other fingers curled around her hair.
"Oh Gods, I'm gonna…" Killian whispers, his words trailing off, and Emma reaches around to grab a handful of his ass, pressing him deeper into her mouth. "Fuck, Emma," he mutters, choking on a groan.
She doesn't stop for one second until his muscles spasm and he stills, shooting a thick, hot stream of cum—first, the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth and over her lips before he quickly pulls back and points his pulsing length downward, the sticky cum splattering her naked breasts. He shudders violently with a groan, and goes limp against the wall as Emma swallows his cum down and slides her finger through what's left on her lips, slipping the tasty reward into her mouth. She rises to her feet, licking and sucking off the sticky sweetness; Killian watches, trying to catch his breath as he peels himself from the wall. His eyes are still glowing with need, Emma can see the animal rising in him, and she fucking loves it.
Capturing her face in both of his hands, he roughly brings her mouth to his, kissing her fiercely to taste the remnants of his own orgasm. Leaning back into the wall she lets him kiss her, lets him press as close as he can, pinning her against the wall. The stubble on his chin rubs against her skin, creating a delicious friction as their mouths part, tongues meeting at a rapid pace.
Emma moans, twisting her head to deepen the kiss, both tongues slithering and squirming with hot need, fighting for dominance. He sucks her bottom lip firmly, drawing in the taste of his cum before releasing her mouth, sharply taking hold of her hips.
With a deep growl, he lowers his head and draws one of her soiled breasts into his mouth, lapping the cum off of her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He does the same with her other breast and pulls away after a moment, licking his lips. "It's my turn," he growls, both of his hands reaching her thighs, and he lifts her up.
She takes the hint and wraps her arms around his neck, her legs anchoring around his hips to allow him to bring her to a chair closeby in the room.
Killian deposits her and kneels down, moving in to kiss her breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking every last drop of his sticky white substance as he slides his finger into her wet folds. Emma curses, arching her back and offering her body to him as he moves to her stomach, continuing to worship her with his lips.
His hand slips between her thighs, and just when she thinks he will lick her most sensitive spot, he lifts his head and moves to whisper in her ear. "Mmm… you're so wet for me." His voice is tainted with sin as he takes her earlobe between his teeth and slowly slips his finger in and out of her slick channel. "And Gods, so fucking tight…"
Sinking her head back into the chair, she hums softly and spreads her legs further apart to give him better access as he strokes her, kissing and licking and appreciating each of her breasts. Emma's breath comes a bit quicker, and she gently rocks her hips against his hand, moaning as his lips make a trail up her neck, reaching her ear again.
"I know you're impatient and prefer to move at lightning speed," Killian clicks his tongue, his hot breath on her skin, "but I plan on taking my time with you, my princess," he whispers smugly in her ear, adding a second digit.
He starts fucking her with his fingers when he lowers himself and reaches her nub, his lips lovingly massaging her skin. She moans loudly, frantically rocking her hips to meet his thrusts, and with the flat of his tongue, he licks up her satin skin. His tongue feels so hot, she grows wetter as he broadly swipes up her slit, gathering her nectar in the process.
"Fuck, you taste..." he murmurs, a low growl tearing from his throat, the sound vibrating against her core, "so fucking good."
Emma whimpers, thinking she might combust into a million pieces right then and there.
He curls his fingers up firmly, still stroking her sweet spot with his thumb, and Emma gasps, her cheeks flushed as he fucks her rough and hard. "Cum for me, Princess," he growls, quickly sending Emma over the edge, her walls tightening around his fingers.
She cries out in pleasure, probably loud enough for the entire club to hear, and slumps into the chair panting as he grins, withdrawing his fingers.
He suddenly grabs her hips and yanks her to the edge of the chair, lifting her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. He leans in and licks her slit without giving her a second to recover. She moans and relaxes her leg muscles, allowing him to feast on her flesh to his heart's content. He tongues her fiercely as his fingers slip into her core again, and she gasps when he begins to fuck her, harder than last time.
Another orgasm overwhelms her and she presses the heels of her feet into his back, howling out in ecstasy as he sucks her clit into his hot mouth. Arching her back off the chair, her body shakes and her toes curl into his back as she cums again, her juices erupting and squirting all over his face and into his mouth.
Her whole body is tingling as she relaxes into the chair, slowly falling from her high when Killian slides up her body, licking his lips.
"Wanton little thing, aren't you?" he asks with a chuckle, his wet lips kissing her breasts.
"Yes, I'm a vampire who likes to fuck… so fuck me, Sheriff," she commands, and her tone is harsh, but when he lifts his head, her eyes are seductive, full of need. In a whir, Emma turns around in the chair so she's on her knees, clutching onto the top of the chair with her ass sticking out in front of his face as she presents it to him.
"Your wish, Princess," he snarls. Her entire figure is alluring, and he isn't planning on turning his back on her now. He spreads her cheeks and quickly closes the distance, his tongue finding her hole and licking up the crevice of her ass as he breathes in her freshly clean scent. Emma gasps, but before she can protest, he stands and sharply grabs her hips, plunging his hard dick in her pussy and slamming into her as hard and rough as he can.
She takes him eagerly, rocking her hips back, her walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his girth. His calloused fingers feel amazing digging into her delicate skin, and she can't help but whimper in relieved pleasure.
A guttural groan tears from his throat as his balls slap against her folds, her nectar quickly soaking them. Killian continues to move in a quick, satisfying rhythm, their moans filling the room with each thrust.
Emma can feel her climax building, an incredible anticipation setting her skin on fire as she moves her hips with purpose, meeting his thrusts with the same speed and force.
"Fuck, you feel so bloody good," he cries out, burying his cock deep inside with incredible speed. Their moans and grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room as he pounds into her without restraint.
Emma hisses when he suddenly stops and pulls out, but she can't complain when he spins her around and lifts her up by her waist, throwing her onto the mattress and letting out a feral growl. Instinctively, her fangs emerge, arousal flooding through her body once again as she crawls back towards the head of the bed and parts her legs, offering herself to him. With a manic look in his eyes, he joins her on the bed and slithers to her, closing the distance until he's holding his weight above her.
His lips crash into hers, and she can taste her venom on his tongue, and kisses him deeper, wanting so much more. Everything she feels is more powerful than what a human feels—emotions, all of her senses, sexual arousal—so when she feels that physical ache in her core, it's impossible for her to think of anything else.
Emma moves with vampire speed so Killian's on his knees and she's straddling his waist, moving her hips back and forth, grinding into him, aching to feel his glorious cock inside her some more.
Still kissing with urgency, heavy breathing and muffled moans pouring from their mouths, Killian pulls back just a bit, his slick long length dragging across her center. Before she can protest, he plunges into her depths with a force so aggressive it makes them groan at the contact as they break the kiss.
"Oh, fuck," Emma moans, rolling her hips back and forth to gain more friction.
Killian tightens his arms around her, his hands placed on her back, urging her into him. "You're bloody incredible," he breathes and lowers his head, kissing between her breasts, letting his stubble scrape her sensitive skin. His lips make their way up one of the peaks, kissing the honey soft gems with a tenderness she's never experienced before. In her three hundred years of existence, she's never had an actual lover. She's been fucked, but never made love to, and the way Killian kisses her and moves his body with hers, the way his lips explore her skin, makes her feel loved, even though she knows that's not what's happening right now. They're both simply giving into their primal desires.
The puffs of his breath are hot on her skin as he draws a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking her breast and swiping his tongue over the hard bud. Emma tilts her head back, arching her body to give him more of herself, to let him know she loves having her breasts in his mouth. She loves the way he tugs and pulls on her nipples with his teeth as she rides his dick. She can't think of anything she loves more.
Killian sucks on her flesh hard, long enough to leave bruises, but they heal quickly under his delicate lips. Sometimes Emma hates this curse. Killian sucks her nipple one last time before relieving it and swiping his tongue up the length of her breast. He pulls her closer and whispers huskily in her ear, "Emma… will you…" he pulls away, appearing to be shy about asking her something, still holding her hips and rocking himself into her.
Emma's eyes flicker over his face, her hands rising to cup his cheeks in her palms as she speaks in a breathy whisper, "What is it?"
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "Will you bite me?"
Emma arches a brow, still rolling her hips into him. "Is that a trick question?"
Killians lips twitch into a smirk. "No ma'am. "
Emma doesn't need any further encouragement, and her mouth opens, her fangs descending as she lets out a hiss, eyeing his pulse point. Killian tilts his head, giving her more access to his neck, offering himself willingly. Their movements become slower but fiercer with every thrust as Emma leans in, breaking his skin and sinking her teeth in him. His blood seeps out, the unique flavor so decadent and rich, like fine chocolates, and she closes her eyes, indulging in the taste. Killian groans, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure taking over him as he clutches tightly against her body, some of his blood dripping down into his chest hair as Emma's nipples constantly drag over his.
She feasts on him with a hunger she's never felt before. His blood energizes her, fuels her desire and she quickly and effortlessly pushes him into the mattress and lays him out on the bed so she's still on top of him.
Killian groans as she fucks him good and hard while sucking on his neck to her heart's content. She doesn't want to overdo it though, so she releases him before taking too much. Emma's head rises, the blood dripping from her mouth and chin, eyes glowing with lust. Killian growls, his gaze moving over the writhing form above him. She can tell he too wants to taste her again. She reaches into her nightstand, taking out a knife, and Killian questions her with an arched brow as she rises again.
"I always keep a weapon wherever I am," she explains. "I find it hard to trust people, if you couldn't tell."
Killian's eyes widen, fear overtaking his features as he tightly grips her hips.
"Relax," she murmurs with a soft smirk.
"Says the powerful vampire holding a knife in her hands above me while I'm at her complete mercy," he remarks with a shaky laugh.
She quickly erases his worries when she moves her hair over her right shoulder, uses the blade to slice the skin on the left side of her neck and sets the knife aside. "I want us to be one," she confesses, letting the dark blood drip down her neck and over her supple, pale breasts as she looks down at him.
Comprehension fuels his gaze, and he grabs her, pulling her to him. He sucks on her wound, drawing her blood into his mouth, and Emma howls out in ecstasy as she increases her thrusts. Her pleasure multiplies as he sucks voraciously before her wound closes up, and she shutters against him as a violent orgasm possesses her body. Killian tears his lips away and licks some of the blood off of her nipple before capturing it in his mouth. But she wants to taste herself on his tongue, so she takes a fistful of his hair and roughly brings his lips to hers. A growl ripples from his throat, and she greedily swallows the sound, his hands sliding into her hair as he kisses her hard. Their tongues mingle, tasting each other's blood, and they pick up the pace, Emma's body quickly recovering from her orgasm.
Soon they're rolling over, Killian pounding into her relentlessly, chasing his climax as Emma's fingernails dig into his back. There's blood sliding between them, coating their upper bodies as their movements speed up, but neither of them care. Another orgasm washes over Emma, and she screams out, her nails dragging along his back, leaving a trail of broken skin and blood in her path. Killian cums with her, shooting a stream of hot semen into her cold depths with a guttural, drawn out groan. His body convulses and his hips still as he sinks into her, his face buried in her bloody boobs as they try to catch their breaths.
"Bloody hell," he mumbles against her skin, and she manages a strangled laugh.
"More like bloody heaven."
Killian chuckles, cupping a slippery breast in his hand. "Indeed."
Neither of them decide to move, and they stay there like that, just enjoying the aftermath of hot, sweaty, bloody sex.
