AN- I would like to dedicate this to my smut sisters but especially to Yahri, who has had a rough go of it lately. She has been such a big inspiration for this fic and I owe a lot of it to her. Enjoy baby girl. Let this be your distraction and know that this soon shall pass. Love you.
WARNING: Dub-con ahead! Also this chapter will soak your panties. You've been warned.
Dashing Pirate Rescue
Chapter Three
"So, what's it going to be love?"
She stared at him for the longest time. Time seemed to stretch on without action, her emerald green gaze imprinting on his dark blue depths, which reminded her of the calm of the ocean just before a storm — beautiful and dangerous. The air around them swirled with an intense silence that threatened to swallow everything around them, the weight of his question lingering unanswered causing an uncomfortable tenseness between them.
She sat there motionless, her hands trembling in her lap underneath his studious appraisal.
Her eyes mapped out the grooves and indents of his muscular chest teeming with a restrained strength and power. She drew in a shaky breath, studying his long thick callused fingers stretching his hand, the metal of his intricately designed rings glinting in the setting sunlight peeking through the curtains. She noted the way his adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed and pondered his ruggedly set jaw lined with raven-colored hair. He had a commanding presence accompanied by an assertive and captivating look behind his dark coal-rimmed eyes. His dark wind-swept hair stood at impossible angles atop his head, a light dusting of grey ash and a fine layer of sweat embedded in his locks. She could make out the bruised, scratches, and fresh burns that singed his flesh standing out over his toned arms as a sign of his commitment to her rescue.
He was hauntingly beautiful to look at even after years lacking socialization and he hadn't been wrong — he had risked life and limb to retrieve her. This one fleeting moment between them would be a small price to pay for her freedom despite her trepidation for losing the one thing she had left and the contempt she held for the man standing before her.
He deserved the prize for his efforts — even if that prize was her.
A long sigh escaped her lips, her heart hammering in her chest, her eyes falling closed as she began to fumble with the laces of her corset with unsteady and unpracticed hands.
Sensing her unease, he reached out to still her actions.
She looked up at him with big doe eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He looked upon her with dark hooded eyes, clouded with lust, his mouth parting slightly on a sharp intake of breath.
He placed his hand beneath her chin, raising her head to meet his piercing gaze. "Allow me." He insisted.
She nodded her head apprehensively, permitting him to carry out the action.
Killian took her hands into his home, intertwining them to draw onto her feet. He held her upright with a firmly placed arm against her lower back until he felt her swaying cease. His arm drifted from her back to join the other in the task of loosening the laces of her corset.
She inhaled sharply, arching herself forward on her toes to grant him better access. Her hand flew to her back to keep her balance while the other rested against her stomach to hold the garment in place as he unfurled in the laces.
Her eyes drifted up toward his concentrated expression, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he worked the knots holding it together free. Emma let out a long sigh of satisfaction as the fabric gave way, breathing heavily at the release of tension the restricting garment had made on her spine.
"Are you alright, love?" He raised a curious eyebrow in her direction.
"Yes. Fine." She breathed in exasperation, rubbing the curve of her back to relieve some of the pain.
"Shall I keep going?" He asked, his hand still in the air ready to remove the rest of her dress.
She nodded, tucking her lower lip into her mouth as she winced in preparation for what she knew came next. Emma averted her gaze, trying to keep the frightened tears at bay as he shoved his hands into the material resting against her shoulders and tugged the fabric over her arms.
"Raise your arms for me." He instructed in a soft lilting voice.
She did as he bid, lifting her arms to allow him to easily pull the top half of her dress from her body. Emma shook out her hair to ease the static clinging to her face acutely unaware of her partner's hungry gaze on her chest.
He watched her right herself as he took in her state of undress, his eyes tracing the outline of her breasts, appreciating the rosy peaks of her nipples brushing against the sheer fabric of her chemise.
Suddenly very aware of what he was focused on she frowned and wrapped her arms around her chest protectively to shield herself from his gaze.
"No need to be shy, love. It is nothing I haven't seen before." He flashed her a devious smirk.
"Yes but not mine." She spat in retort.
"Well we should change that, shan't we?" He hummed with cocky anticipation before lowering himself to his knees in front of her.
A lazy grin crept to his lips at her slack-jawed response to his position, his fingertips teasing the hem of her skirts. She snapped her head up, training it toward the ceiling as he began to bunch the layers of her dress and hitching them over her legs to grant him access to her underskirt.
She felt his touch ghosting the skin of her inner thigh sending a shiver up her spine. Her hand flew to her chest in an attempt to slow her fast beating heart as he began to push her underskirt from her legs. She placed her hands atop his shoulders to steady herself as he coaxed her to step out of the garment.
He slowly rose to his feet and she stepped back cautiously in response. "Turn around." He told her, motioning with his hand.
She whirled around, gasping as she felt his chest against her back.
His hands skimmed her ample curves appreciatively until they settled against her hips. He felt her jolt forward slightly as he deftly worked the knots of her intricate laces, watching as the fabric gave way underneath his steady fingers.
Emma lunged forward slightly, feeling a rush of cold air hit her unexpectedly as the skirt flowed lifelessly to the ground to pool at her ankles. She felt his hand lightly tap against her waist, silently bidding her to rid herself of the skirt. She did as she was told as she swept her unruly curls over her shoulder and turned slowly to face him.
She stood before him on trembling limbs, her eyes shining with unshed tears as they landed upon his face, taking in his hardened expression and the flex of his muscles.
He took a step forward and she rocked back on her heels defensively. He grinned at her reaction with amusement and shook his head. "Lift your arms darling." Killian crooked a finger to urge her actions.
"Why should I?" She snapped defiantly.
"I'm afraid for what I have in mind, skin on skin contact is necessary." He provided callously.
"You first." She challenged, her jaw clenched.
"Sorry Princess…" He seized her waist and pulled her toward him in one fluid movement. "Not really how this works." He let out a laugh of delight. "You are wound tighter than a bowline knot. Relax." He urged using the back of his palm to trace her side. "This will be far more enjoyable if you do."
"Forgive for not taking your word for it, pirate." She hissed coldly.
Killian growled in frustration at the comment and seized the backs of her thighs, unceremoniously hoisting her up into his arms before throwing her savagely against the bed.
Her eyes widened in fear as he leaned over her, his charms dangling from his neck as he searched her face, his hands placed on either side of her face to hold himself up. "I've had it with these old wives tales. You know who created them? Men. Men who sought to dull a woman's need for pleasure." He stated. "You were bred to bear children. Not to enjoy the pleasure of a man…"
Her hands flew to his shoulders, swatting him to no avail. "You are absolutely disgusting."
"No." He said firmly, grasping her arms and hoisting them above her head. "I am right. You my dear are the offspring of wealth and privilege whose sole purpose is to take a man's seed. You are a possession to them. A slave to their sexual whims, who wish to hold you under their powerful thumbs by keeping you helpless and naive."
She shook angrily in his hold, snarling as he spoke.
"I, on the other hand, have no intention of keeping you from your pleasure. I plan to keep you begging for more." He exacted, his lips forming a twisted smile as she fought hard against him. "You will be ruined for any man that succeeds me. When I am done with you, you won't even be able to touch yourself without thinking of me buried inside you." He promised.
"Bastard." She snipped, tossing her head in disgust.
Killian slipped his feet off the bed, landing on the floor, his hands busying themselves with edging the fabric of her shift up her legs.
Emma moved to protest but was pushed back down with a hand to her chest.
"Stop fighting me." He growled, rolling the material up her legs as she thrashed above him. "I am trying to make you feel good and you are trying my patience. I'd rather you not be in pain but you are making that increasingly difficult."
She relented with a huff, her limbs sagging against the bed in defeat.
"Try something new darling. It's called trust." He told her earnestly. He turned his attention back to her, sliding the sheer material over her thighs, bearing inch by glorious inch of her to his heated gaze.
She whined, her cheeks tinged pink with her embarrassment at her nudity. Her breath hitched as he fanned his fingers over her stomach, drawing patterns against her flesh. Her breathing slowed at his initial touch, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation he was making against her skin.
A sly smile crept on to his lips, enjoying the way her muscles tensed underneath his palm. He canted his head as his fingertips glided against her naked skin, easing them down her body until he reached the silky nest of blonde curls resting above the apex of her thighs. He ran his fingers through the fine thatch of hair slowly, drawing a contented sigh from her lips.
Her body was pulsing with something foreign, an ache creeping underneath her skin longing to be sated. It was a sensation that laid dormant inside her, just waiting to awaken. There was something forbidden and unabashedly intimate about the way he explored her, his fingers moving across her skin as if he was worried he might break her. But there was something inside her longing to be broken.
Her thighs clamped together as she felt a flood of heat rush through her, her belly rising rapidly in a state of sudden duress. Her hands curled into fists above her head against the unbearable tension in her muscles and the flood of moisture between her thighs. She twisted her body upward in an effort to stop his advancement, panicked by the betrayal of her own body.
He leered above her, taking in her unsteady breathing, her chest heaving as he attempted to coax her legs apart. He watched as her face crinkled with fear at the new sensations he was creating and noted the way she pushed her trembling thighs together protectively. "Come now darling. Let me see you." He said in a low husk.
She beared down on her jaw, shaking her head fervently. "Please." She begged.
His eyes widened with frustration, his brows raising slightly in mild annoyance. He caressed her inner thigh, massaging it softly to ease her fear. "Love, I'm going to have to be there one way or another…" He warned.
"Please. It's all too much. Too fast." She whimpered, petrified by what was happening to her body.
"Right now you are feeling a longing — an unbearable ache. I can make it better." He tried to explain, a rough sincerity in his voice.
Her lower lip trembled with uncertainty and she clamped her eyes shut as she gave in and spread her legs for him.
"That's a good girl." He commended, marveling at her glistening sex that had gone unseen and untouched by anyone, including her own hand. "Perfect." He murmured, the sight of her making his cock pulse in anticipation, a masculine need to claim her delicate purity rearing itself in silent demand.
Using the pad of his thumb, he parted her gently, brushing his finger against her moistening folds, gathering her wetness on his finger as she bucked her hips into his explorative touch.
She cried, arching forward when she felt his finger circle the sensitive bud between her legs, rubbing it into submission as the sensations flooded behind her closed eyelids.
He smiled devilishly at her reaction, gently stimulating her with varying degrees of pressure, drowning himself in the exquisite sounds that fell unbidden from her lips. He concentrated on her whimpers, the pitch of her breathing until he prompted the most mesmerizing sound he had ever heard from her. He continued his practiced unhurried ministrations, pulling the pleasure from her body. He watched amorously as hot tears of pleasure rolled down her face and she rocked herself into his touch.
"No… please…" She protested vehemently. She was unsure if she wanted to flee from his touch or demand more. The only thing she was aware of was the sensation between her thighs as he increased his movements against her. "Please!" She begged and whimpered.
"Just let yourself go." He told her, his eyes blown wide with lust as he took in the vision before him.
"No." She shrieked. "I'm gonna-"
"No you're not." He reacted. "Look at me." He commanded.
She opened her eyes to see him standing between her legs, a wrecked expression on his face. He looked wild and savage in his current state, his pupils dilated into the darkest of black hues.
"I've got you." He leaned over her, his actions never ceasing as he met her eyes filled with insecurity. "Let go for me." He replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers, stroking the sensitive flesh with purpose. He smirked as she ground herself against him wantonly, her eye pitched cries piercing his ears. "That's it. Just like that. Chase that feeling down. Fuck yourself against my fingers." He encouraged, a prideful grin on his face as he watched her face contort in ecstasy.
Tears streamed down her face at the intense feeling invading her body, trying not to fight against its unforgiving hold on her. She mewled in pleasure, something foreign tingling her skin as she felt the pressure build into a crescendo. She screamed out something fierce and animalistic as she fell helplessly into the unknown. Her eyes snapped shut at the invasion assaulting her, blinded by a light that seemed to be closing in on her as she quaked violently.
She moaned relentlessly, a sound that she hadn't permitted to leave her mouth as she exploded, tumbling until the feeling and the tremors of her body subsided, releasing their hold over her.
When she came to, he was standing over her, an assuming grin on his face as he took in her state of upheaval. Her cheeks flushed hostly in embarrassment and she pushed her face into the mattress in shame.
"Bloody gorgeous…" He rasped, brushing her golden curls reverently.
She tilted her head toward him in shock at the sound of his compliment, the humiliation fading from her features. "You mean I did it right?"
He couldn't help but laugh. "That is something you have to decide for yourself." He told her. "How do you feel?" He assessed her.
"It felt like I was burning from the inside but in a good way. I can't explain it." She sat there in thought, trying to articulate the feelings she endured at his hand. "I feel-"
"Sated? Satisfied? Quenched?" He provided several words for her appraisal.
"Yes." She said, mystified.
"And do you want to feel that way again?" He stared at her as if he was going to eat her alive.
"Yes." She agreed breathlessly.
He smirked lazily, tugging her toward him until her legs hung off the bed.
She released a yelp of surprise, the fear soon returning as she witnessed him settle between her splayed thighs. She felt more vulnerable this way, his head eye-level with her more intimate place.
"Tilt your hips toward me." He directed.
She did as she was told, biting on her lower lip expectantly as she tried to predict his next move.
He tucked his arms underneath her knees, drawing her to his mouth, his hot breath ghosting over her wet flesh making her shutter.
Her hands flew to his hair instinctively, her nails digging into his scalp as she hissed under his teasing ministrations. He smirked impishly, lowering his mouth to her quivering sex and darting his tongue out to lick her tentatively. He hummed in satisfaction, her virgin taste flooding his mouth, his body howling in desire for more. He heard her sigh above him as he greedily lapped at her starved flesh, savoring the sublime assault of her on his taste buds.
She keened, pushing herself feverishly into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue fanning the flames of her desire. He grinded herself against his talented tongue in search of more contact and whined when he didn't oblige her in her silent request.
He squeezed her firmly in his grasp, a growl of possession tumbling from his lips as he hungerly devoured her, his tongue darting in and out of her weeping sex, circling her enterance before replacing it with one of his fingers.
She winced at the sudden intrusion, clamping down around it as her body tried to force him out. Emma tried to pull herself from him, but was far too lost in the movements of his tongue to give it enough effort. She wriggled against his probing finger as it thrusted in and out of her tight heat, the heel of his hand hitting the most sensitive part of her flesh as he entered her.
He feasted himself on her, quenching the thirst that had been denied to him, his tongue lashing at her swollen flesh in time with the thrust of his fingers, allowing her to adjust to him. He bathed her in his tongue, gorging himself on the taste of virginity as he ate greedily.
She thrashed above him as he trailed his tongue up toward her clit and closed his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth. He watched with rapt fascination as another wave of moisture was coaxed from her chaste depths for him, her body beginning to adjust to him as she accepted a second finger inside her. She sighed pleasantly, stretching her body across the bed, her hands fisting the rumpled sheets beneath her at the feeling of the cold contrast of his silver rings he created against her overly sensitive flesh.
He pulsed his fingers gently in and out of her sex, watching in awe as she gripped him inside her tightly. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the feeling of her snug walls wrapped around him, imagining what she would do to his cock. He filled and stretched her in preparation for him, her body beginning to not fight back against his fingers, soaking them as he fucked her gently.
She was panting, clawing at his hair for purchase as she pressed herself into his mouth. She bucked into the touch of his fingers, steadily riding them as he feverishly worked his tongue over her. She bowed off the bed as she felt his fingers curve inside of her, pulling the familiar sensation from her body that she longed to replicate over and over again.
He could feel her tense above her, riding his mouth with abandon as she clenched around his fingers, a cry of tortuous ecstasy falling from her mouth as she found her release. He would never tire watching her fall apart for him, knowing that he was the only man to see her in the throes of her mind numbing pleasure.
He suckled the orgasm from her body and drank eagerly from her body's offering, near drunk on her flavor as he wrenched every last inexperienced drop from her depths. This would be the last time he would be able to taste the delicate flavor of her celibacy and he wanted to savor it.
She tossed and turned above him, trying to pry herself from him but he would not be parted from her, determined to make her experience the sublime feeling he coaxed from her body again. "I can't." She whimpered, pulling his head away from her.
Her request for respite only drove him forward. He flicked his tongue against her, applying his teeth softly as he teased the swollen bundle. He pumped his fingers in and out of her tight channel, his eyes clouded over with lust as he extracted the essence flowing from between her thighs.
The thought of keeping her maidenhood intact so he could consume her potent virginity had crossed his mind — convinced that she tasted rapturous because of her innocence. "Come on one more. Give me one more. Let me have you." He begged desperately, whispering his plea unabashedly against her inner thigh before returning to his expedition.
He was consumed by his relentless need to feel her orgasm on his tongue — to ease the ceaseless craving she had created simply by existing. He caressed the smooth skin of her thigh as he stroked his fingers inside her virginity, his tongue obsessed with bringing her to climax.
He felt the tremors of her high begin, her thighs clamping down around his head as she wriggled helplessly above him, her fist on her lips to stifle her cries. "Let me hear you. Gods, let me hear what I do to you."
He doubled his efforts sensing how near she was, he buried his head so far between her thighs he thought she would swallow him. He summoned her pleasure from her body like a command, her body all too willing to provide him with what he needed — obsessed with the need to please him.
He felt a wave of moisture coat his tongue and his fingers, groaning as he drained her of her orgasm. He growled possessively at her taste, swallowing her down his throat sloppily, far too preoccupied with his indulgence of her. He was absolutely deprived in his quest to rid her of her essence, the vulgar slurping sounds emanating from him damn near intoxicating and spurring him forward.
"Killian…" She whined as she wriggled above him, her hand tangling in his hair. "Killian…" She tried to pull him from his fixation. "Killian!" She screamed, tugging violently on his hair to retract his lips from her center.
His eyes opened wide at the sound of his name and he retracted himself from her without remorse, falling backward onto his ass as he panted and licked the remnants of her from his fingers in the most indecent manner. "My Gods, love. I could die between your thighs."
She looked at him in confusion, her brows furrowed as she took in his depraved state. He appeared absolutely intoxicated as he leaned back, his hands pressed firmly on the floor at his sides to keep him upright. Emma leaned up into a seated position, her shift falling back to her ankles as she crawled over to the edge of the bed to make sure he was still alive. "Are all men as curious as you when they make love to a woman?" She cocked her head curiously.
"Only the men that are particularly adept at pleasing a woman." He ventured to say, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
"Are you always this-"
"Charming?" He provided. "Aye."
She rolled her eyes and crawled backward onto the bed.
He followed her, picking himself off the ground and sat on the edge of the bed, regarding her with a wicked glint in his eye. "What I meant to say is that you taste absolutely divine."
Her eyes went wide at his statement, the idea that one possessed a flavor completely new to her and she contemplated the thought. "I see…" Her words trailed off.
Killian extended his hands, silently urging her to take them. He grinned as she tentatively took his hands and he lifted her up off the bed into a standing position.
He captured her gaze — his blue on her green. He caressed her jaw, holding the side of her face as he brushed her hair with his thumb.
She bowed her head against his touch, resting her chin against the crook of her shoulder and her neck. She rubbed her cheek against his knuckles, a familiar warmth settling in her belly as her eyes fluttered shut.
"You are beautiful." He mused, raising her chin to force her to look at him.
She could see the truth in his stormy eyes, the look he gave her seeking to undo her where she stood underneath his captivating gaze. There was an air of arrogance about him, his confidence wafting off his body tinged with a mixture of unbridled lust and raw power. She could see his chest rise and fall, his breath warming her face as he admired her in earnest.
"Are you afraid?" He lilted, breathing her in.
"Is a woman never not afraid?" She supplied breathlessly.
"Point taken." His lips turned up into a knowing grin. He appraised her, his eyes darting to her sensuous lips that formed a slight pout. His hand slipped from her face, his palms running over her feminine curves, tracing the outline of her hips.
She inhaled sharply, holding her breath at his exploration.
"Raise your arms for me, lass." He beckoned softly. Sensing her trepidation, he captured her face in his hands and looked at her — a look of something fearsome yet restrained. "Have I given you cause to not trust me?"
She shook her blonde curls, her lower lips quivering in uncertainty, the green of her irises glinting as tears gathered in her eyes.
"Lift." He dictated once more, his voice hoarse with need.
Emma complied, raising her arms over her head as his hands settled on her waist and began to work her dressing gown, slowly revealing every inch of her naked skin. She released a sigh as the thin fabric slipped past her shoulders and over her head.
He discarded her shift and took a step back on his heel to view her properly. He took her in like a man possessed, feasting on her nudity with his eyes. He roamed over her the delicate dip of her hips, her long lean torso, her shapely limbs trembling slightly under his penetrating stare. He sighed in appreciation at her remarkable breasts, the perky rounded flesh aching to be touched, her pert rosy nipples standing at attention.
She stood timidly in front of him, fear behind her closed eyelids. This was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her entire moment. She waited with baited breath to hear his voice fill the uncomfortable void of silence hanging between them.
"Bloody perfect…" He murmured, enamored by her captivating beauty. He could see the blush rise to her cheeks at the compliment. He closed the distance between them, cupping her jaw in his hand, his eyes seeking out hers. "Make yourself comfortable on the bed." He rasped.
She slipped from his grasp without warning, turning around to climb into bed dutifully. She sank into the embrace of the feathery mattress on the canopy bed with a broken sigh, wriggling her body to ease some of the discomfort rising up inside her. She adjusted her head against the pillows resting against the headboard, stretching her limbs out against the sheets to relieve the tension in her body.
At the sound of shuffling leather, she turned her head, craning her neck toward him as she silently watched the unnerving fabric slip past his hips, revealing himself to her. She heard her breath catch in her throat, her hands fisting the sheet in apprehension as his imposing flesh caught her gaze.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick shaft bobbing against his stomach, throbbing with need as he shimmied the leather down his sculpted legs. Her mouth went slack as she assessed him carefully, her eyes watering as she contemplated how something so impossibly large would fit inside her.
He met her gaze, a wicked grin forming on his lips as he pushed his trousers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He stood before bold and erect as he took himself in hand and began to languidly stroke himself for her to witness — void of any shame in his actions. "See something you like?" His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip.
She tore herself from him, averting her gaze, her eyes fluttering shut to push the nervous thoughts from her head. Her breathing sped, her heart hammering in her chest as she attempted to calm herself.
He released his swollen member, striding toward the bed with purpose.
She felt the bed dip as he pressed his hands into the mattress at the edge of the bed, the charms of his necklace swinging to and fro as he perused her naked skin attentively.
"Absolutely exquisite." He admired, his voice hoarse with need. "The fact that no man has touched you drives me absolutely insane. Do you know what that does to a man? I get to claim and possess you…" He husked, brushing his knuckles against the heated skin of her arm.
She winced, discomfort etched on her face as she grimaced as she heard the rustling of the sheets as he helped himself onto the bed, covering her with his body.
Killian hovered over her, placing his forearms firmly on either side of her. He caressed the skin of her cheek, his touch coaxing her eyes open. "I can sense your fear. Your body was built to receive a man's flesh." He told her earnestly. "Your body will stretch to accommodate me. It is very responsive." He put emphasis on the last word.
Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly at his words, considering their implications, but still the fear of the unknown consumed her.
"Open up for me, love." He signaled, his voice gentle, yet mingled with restrained demand.
She whined helplessly but fulfilled his request by spreading her legs enough for him to settle himself between the cradle of her thighs.
"Good girl." He praised her compliance. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers.
She returned his kiss, shaking feverishly as she copied his movements against her.
His lips moved fluidly against hers, swallowing her gasps as she eagerly massaged his lips with hers. While she was pleasantly distracted, he moved his hand to the apex of her thigh, brushing his finger against her clit. He could feel her warm breath against his lips, a sigh on her lips at the contact.
She pouted as he retreated his touch, his fingers slipping through her folds as a sensuous smile broke over his face at what he found.
"So wet for me." He said appreciatively before returning his fingers to her sensitive flesh, teasing it into submission. "Concentrate on that feeling. Let your body relax. It will hurt less if you don't fight against it."
Emma whimpered, grimacing as he lined himself up at her entrance. She heard a broken sob leaving his throat as she felt the tip of him graze her opening.
"Fuck." He cursed, his eyes slamming shut against the heat radiating off of her body, just aching to be filled. His movements faltered against her clit and he had to chide himself to regain control of himself. "I'm going to be as gentle as possible but I might not be able to help myself." He shook his head to fight the urge to just drive his hips forward in a single thrust.
"Focus darling. Just focus on what I do to you." He reminded her. "You will feel a little pressure and a little pain but it will subside quickly."
His lip curled in anguish as he pushed himself forward slowly, slipping himself inside her tight walls. He growled, something fierce and dangerous as he felt her grip him mercilessly, her body beckoning him forward as the temptation to just bury himself inside her heat consumed him.
He watched the slight tinge of pain on her lovely face, no doubt feeling the burn and stretch of his cock as he shoved himself past her virgin resistance. He heard a muffled sob leave her lips as he moved at a leisurely pace, giving her time to adjust to his manhood inside her. "You're okay, love. It will be over soon."
She could feel him thick and hard inside her, brushing against her snug walls. She wriggled in discomfort, panting as he lazily rubbed her.
He hissed as he bottomed out inside her, her sex enveloping him fully. He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, a torturous pained look on his face as he fisted the sheets.
Was she hurting him?
"Gods, you feel so fucking good." He groaned, feeling his cock pulse with the need to move and declare its reward. He allowed her a moment to get used to the intrusion and fullness of his body in hers. He waited until he felt her body relax, accepting him inside her as she sighed in relief.
He wasn't sure how long he was going to last under the thrall of her sex. He shook his head, collecting himself before slowly pulling himself out of her depths, his cock sliding deliciously against her chaste walls that felt perfectly designed for him. "Gods, you are bloody hot. You burn me, love." He murmured, his voice positively wrecked as he continued his ascent until just the head of his cock remained inside her.
He held his breath as he buried himself inside of her, immersing himself inside her unyielding sex. He winced as he retracted himself before penetrating her with long strokes of his cock, sheathing himself inside her at various depths. Feeling her anxiety slipping, he surged forward, thrusting deeply. His movements against her faltered, his fingers slipping from her to concentrate on his own pleasure.
Her mouth parted as he filled her, feeling the ridges of his length invading her.
He growled, his restraint slipping with every snap of his hips against her. He watched with rapt attention where they were joined, marveling at the way his cock disappeared inside her. Killian rolled his hips, crawling inside her, unwilling to part from her as he hitched her leg over his lower back. He angled his hips, thrusting upwards into her aching center, borrowing his way inside her.
Emma whined at the fullness the new angle provided, tears pricking her eyes as he drove into her at an unforgiving pace, unable to command his need for pleasure.
"I am so sorry, love." He gritted his teeth, punctuating every word with a bruising surge of his hips, lost in the warm embrace of her. Gods, she was mesmerizing to be inside. She was a compulsion of carnal desire, a perfect fit wrapped around him. He propelled himself forward with the remaining fraction of grace he could spare in his movements. He felt his cock twitch, pleading with him for release as he pumped his hips, straining and gasping as he felt himself swell inside her.
A strangled groan fell unbidden from his lips, his mouth parting in rapture, his cock dragging inside of her, stealing the orgasm from his body. His head snapped backward, his body arching as he released himself deep inside her, coating her with his seed in ownership. His hips jerked as she milked him dry, accepting every last drop of him inside her until the tremors of his high subsided.
He slumped forward, taking care to keep the majority of his weight off her as he panted in exhaustion, his forehead coated in a fine sheen of sweat. However, this was another need rising up inside him — the need to indulge in their mingled tastes. He shook his head as his cock began to harden inside her.
Her eyes were still firmly shut as he felt him slide out of her, his heavy flesh brushing against her walls. She sighed in relief as he escaped her swollen center. She sagged against the bed, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she felt his sticky essence trickle down her thighs. She was barely allowed a moment of reprieve as she was roughly pulled forward, her legs positioned over his shoulders as she shook with alarm.
His nose brushed her clit, breathing in her heady scent mixed with his own desperate fragrance. He parted her with his tongue, a predatory snarl emanating deep in his throat as he lapped at her, bathing her with his tongue to divest her of the remnants of her virginity. He sampled her greedily, sucking her dry as he mewled in pleasure.
She cried out as his tongue worshiped her, marking her as his with every purposeful thrust collecting every drop emanating from within, refusing to squander the taste of their pleasure. She bucked her hips against his reverent mouth, riding his lips as he suckled her wet flesh hungerly.
He ate her like a man bewitched by her, his tongue cleaning her and taming her for his own. Her taste mingled with his own was absolutely glorious, her strong pull singing out to him for the abundance of his sensual contribution jumbled with her downright deliriously decadent taste. He was positively ravenous for her, he could taste her in his veins, the sweltering heat of her sating his desire.
She pressed herself against him in hot demand, silently begging him to deliver her of the unbearable pressure building inside her. "Killian…"
"Fuck Emma… come for me. Come for me darling, please. Let me have you." He pleaded, dragging his tongue against her center until he felt her grasp slip, her body relenting to his solicitation, her body supplying him with his need.
He groaned in ecstasy as she flowed effortlessly into his mouth, sipping her in selfish greed until nothing remained. He gave her a few lazy lashes of his tongue, diligently inspecting her for any trace of her he might have missed. Finding none, he gently lowered her legs from his shoulders, placing them on the bed as she shook, her body wracked with the force of her sobs.
He rolled himself onto his side, situating himself behind her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, tucking her head into the safety of his neck, holding her to his chest as he brushed her hair. "You're okay. You're okay. It's over." He whispered into her hair. "Rest now love. You did well." He nuzzled the top of her head, wrapping her in his comforting embrace until he heard her start to sniffle and gasp, her body tiring and giving into exhaustion.
"It's okay. Sleep now." He told her softly, a satisfied smile creeping on his lips as he felt her relax in his arms and the room filled with her steady breathing. He felt the pull of sleep tugging at him and soon gave in to the need, his eyes closing as he drifted off into a restful slumber.