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Chapter 10 - Burning Bright

Killian couldn't resist her any longer. He'd fought his feelings for weeks, and he couldn't do it anymore. He needed to give in.

"Bloody hell," he growled as he let go of her fingers to wrap his hand around her neck and pull her down to him to crash his mouth against hers.

Finally, his lips were on hers again, the kiss as intoxicating as he remembered. She let out a whimper against his mouth when he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap. His erection pressed into the crack of her ass and she buried her fingers into his hair as she kissed him harder. He wanted to devour her, wanted to push his cock deep inside of her, wanted to feel her come around him again.

He tightened his arms around her waist as he stood up without letting go of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to anchor herself as he carried her to the bedroom.

A part of him expected her to stop the madness when he lowered her onto the mattress, to tell him that this was a mistake they'd agreed not to repeat. But she didn't. She just grabbed his neck and pulled him down, kissing him in a frenzy that made his cock jerk in his pants. When they needed to come up for air her mouth curled into a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling as she drawled, "You're wearing way too many clothes."

"You, too."

He stood up and pulled the shirt over his head, cursing when the fabric snagged at his prosthetic. For a split second he contemplated removing it, but he didn't feel comfortable with showing her his stump just yet. He fumbled with the zipper of his pants as he looked up again, his breath stuttering out of his chest on a groan. She was already completely naked, her feet propped up on the mattress, her glistening pussy on display for him.

His pants dropped finally to the floor, his boxer briefs following a moment later. His rock-hard cock slapped against his stomach, pre-cum leaving a sticky trail on his skin as he let himself enjoy the view in front of him just a little longer. But she was apparently too impatient to wait him out, holding out her hand for him. He took it without a moment's hesitation, lying down beside her on the bed, shifting until his hard length pressed against her thigh.

"You're so beautiful, love."

He hadn't worshipped her breasts yet, too consumed with fucking her with his fingers, tongue, and cock during their last two encounters. But he would take his time now.

He trailed his hand down her throat and between her breasts, spreading his fingers out on her stomach as he leaned down to close his mouth over one nipple. He suckled it gently, tilting his head to meet her gaze as he bit down softly before flicking his tongue over it, watching her every reaction. Her back arched off the mattress, her nipple pushing deeper into his mouth. He gave it another sharp tug before releasing it to pay the same attention to her other nipple. She writhed underneath him, the fingers of one hand curled in a tight grip around the sheets while her other hand was buried in his hair, tugging at it hard whenever he bit down. He continued playing with her nipples, letting his hand trail down her stomach to find her wet and open for him. He rubbed two fingers over her entrance, never pushing in, content to drive her mad with need.

"Killian, please." Her hips bucked, her fingers tightening painfully in his hair. He pushed his fingers inside of her, pressing his thumb against her clit at the same time. "Oh my God."

She began to tremble as he fucked her with his fingers, moans spilling from her lips. But before she could fall over, he stopped. He went up on his knees, his cock pounding hard as he relished in the flush on her cheeks and down her chest, her nipples hard points, her pussy glistening with her arousal. He couldn't wait to taste her again, but they had all night. He could pleasure her with his tongue later, after he'd filled her with his seed. The thought of tasting their combined fluids dripping out of her almost made him come on the spot. But he would hold out. He wouldn't come until he was buried deep inside of her and her walls were milking him.

Emma couldn't believe that this was reality, not one of her dreams. She expected to wake up any second now, alone in her bed. But she didn't. Because she was really here. With him. In his bed. Both of them gloriously naked. He lowered himself between her legs, bracing himself on his elbows as he shifted atop of her until the tip of his cock brushed against her entrance.

"Ready, Swan?"

The muscles in his arms bulged as he kept himself still, his hair a mess from her fingers, his eyes a stormy gray as he waited for her answer. God, she needed him so damn much.

"Yes, so ready."

And then he slipped into her very, very slowly while his eyes bored into hers. Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked a few times until she could see clearly again. This was nothing like their frenzied first time. He didn't move any faster or harder, even when she practically begged him. No, his thrusts never changed. For minutes he pulled out almost completely, hovering at her entrance before slipping back in excruciatingly slowly until he was buried until the hilt inside her, rocking his hips just a little and then doing it all over again until she wanted to slap him to get him to move faster.

"I could do this for hours," he rasped, pressing his lips against hers for a second before leaning back and looking down at her, his hips keeping up the infuriating rhythm while his deep, lilting voice drove her even more insane. "Letting my cock massage your walls until you're just so full of need. Until you can only think of finding your release and squeezing my cock. Until you can't wait any second longer for my cum to fill you. Until you beg me to give you a taste."

Jesus fucking Christ. She'd thought all the dirty talk from the last time was an exception because she'd pushed him too hard. But apparently he just loved to talk dirty in bed. And apparently he was kind of a sadist, too. Because every moan from her lips, every plea, was met with a smirk and he stopped every movement until she'd come back from the precipice. She didn't know how long he intended to torture her like that, or how long it would take until he lost the reins on his iron control and fucked her like she wanted him to. Apparently Killian needed some convincing.

"I want you to fill me up and then I want you to put your cock into my mouth so that I can lick it clean." Finally she saw the first crack in his maddening composure. His lips pressed tight together and his hips stuttered against hers. "I want to lick and suck and bite you all over until you're hard and ready for me again, so that I can straddle you and ride you until you see stars, until you fill me up again."

He snapped his hips forwards and she cried out in relief as he plunged deep inside her. For one heartbeat, she feared he wasn't finished with his torture, but the fear evaporated a moment later when he pulled out again and slammed back in. All she could do was hold on to him as he took her for a wild ride that pushed her higher and higher until the orgasm practically exploded inside of her, leaving her breathless and shaking, his cock thickening inside of her as his body froze atop of her before he followed her over the precipice.

Her eyes were still closed when he pulled out of her, the mattress shifting as he moved. When his calves brushed against her shoulders she opened her eyes again. His cock was mere inches away from her mouth covered with her juices and his seed. Her walls clenched and she licked her lips hungrily.

"Go ahead, love. You wanted to clean me up."

She opened her mouth and welcomed him in, sucking gently at his head and swirling her tongue around and around until he hissed and pulled back, his cock still too sensitive from his orgasm to let her play with him longer.

But she did make good on her promise, pushing and pulling until he lay flat on his back. She'd waited a very long time to have him completely naked and she wanted to take full advantage of it since she didn't really know if she would ever get another chance.

She started with a deep kiss, tangling her tongue with his for minutes. She left his mouth to nibble along his jawline until she reached his ear, tugging at his lobe and then kissing a trail down his neck, flicking her tongue against his Adam's apple before going lower, sucking lightly at the skin over his collarbone.

His breathing quickened when she trailed a path of kisses down his chest, a groan falling from his lips as she flicked her tongue over one of his nipples. Apparently, he loved to have his nipples played with. If she wasn't already strung tight with need again, she might have lingered there for a little while. But as it was, she licked her way down his happy trail, a zing of lust surging through her when his abdominal muscles flexed under her mouth. She avoided touching his cock, but noticed that it was already swelling again. He would be up to a second round in no time. But first, she wanted to follow his v muscle with her tongue, starting at his hip bone and slowly wandering down to his groin. How he managed to have such amazing musculature was a miracle to her, but she definitely appreciated it. Especially since she could drive him mad with want by nipping at it a few times. His growls and moans just spurned her on and she made sure not to touch his cock until his hips rocked upwards. She leaned back and pressed her hands on his hips, pushing him back down.

"Don't move."

"As the lady commands."

It was clear, judging from the hard tension in his stomach muscles that it cost him a lot to obey, but he did. She should reward him for that. She lowered her head and licked his cock from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around the head before swallowing him whole, letting him drop out of her mouth a second later. She repeated the teasing movements until he started to growl and curse, his fingers tightening in her hair every time she let him slip out of her mouth.

"You little vixen. Stop torturing me."

"Says the man who loves to torture me."

"So you're just torturing yourself now?" He raised one eyebrow and smirked at her. "You know you want nothing more than to take my cock deep inside of you. I'm sure you're already soaking wet for me again. Your pussy all slippery from you arousal and my cum. Isn't that right, love?"

It was ridiculous how much his dirty talking turned her on. Her core pulsed in time with her heartbeat, demanding to be filled again. Sometimes she hated him for making her want him so much. And then the man had the audacity to smirk at her again and she hissed, "Fuck you."

"That's the plan," Killian growled, closing his fingers over her thigh. "If a certain blonde vixen would straddle me already."

"All right, you win," Emma grumbled before swinging her leg over his waist and lowering herself until her wet folds pressed against his erection.

A low groan rumbled out of his throat as he pushed his hips upwards. "No, love. We win both."

She couldn't argue with that, since she really wanted him inside of her again. Waiting any longer would be as much torture for her than it would be for him and she was running out of patience. She rocked her hips forward and tilted them so that she could position him hands-free. His breath stuttered out on a strangled moan when she pushed down to take his cock in. Bending forwards, she laid her head against his shoulder and didn't move. It was such an amazing feeling to have him stretch her this deliciously that she needed to just savor it for a few moments.

"Emma?" He sounded tortured and she smiled, loving having him at her mercy like this.

"Yeah?"

"Please move. I need you…" Whatever he wanted to say got lost in a moan when she lifted her hips a few inches and then took him back in.

"What do you need?" She kept herself completely still, even though her body screamed for her to move.

"Ride me, love." His voice was her undoing. All gravelly and low with need. "Please."

She shifted atop of him, biting down on her tongue to keep the moan from spilling out of her mouth. She should torture him some more, but she just couldn't do it. She needed to move. She needed to ride him. So she did. She rode him hard and fast until he stiffened under her. She pressed her fingers against her clit and flicked them over it, pumping her hips a few more times. Her climax crashed down over her, his cock jerking inside of her, filling her as her walls fluttered around him.

She slumped down on him afterwards, her heart racing in her chest. Sudden exhaustion threatened to pull her under, her mind foggy and her muscles lax as he rolled them over and slipped out of her. They should probably clean themselves up, but getting up was way too much effort, so she just curled against him and dropped into sleep.

She woke up in his arms when it was still dark outside, the warmth of his body pressing against her back, his arm wound tightly around her waist. She shifted slightly, swallowing down a wince as the movement made her aware of all the places on her body that ached. Ached deliciously.

She smiled softly when she turned her head to look at his face. She couldn't see much in the darkness, but she still wanted to trail her fingers over his cheeks. Maybe she could even slip under the covers and gave him a proper wake-up call. But it took only a few seconds for her to truly wake up and for reality to intrude.

The last time they'd had sex he'd shoved her away. She wasn't strong enough to go through that again. It had been an amazing night. She would not sully these memories with a less than stellar morning-after when the priest remembered his profession once again.

So she did the only thing she could. She slipped out of his arms and collected her clothes without waking him up. Minutes later, she was dressed and left his house through the back entrance, staying in the shadows until she reached Main Street. After all, she wouldn't want to out the priest by being seen slipping out of his house. This had been another one-time thing. No need to risk anything.

And maybe if she kept repeating it in her head over and over, she might convince herself at some point.

"Miss Swan?"

She whirled around, expecting to find him with an expression of guilt all over his face. But instead her heart stuttered in her chest when he shot her a lopsided smirk and pulled his arm forward, revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers he'd hidden behind his back.

"Father Jones?"

She deliberately used his title, wanting to remind him why he'd fled the first time around. She just thought it wouldn't be any different the second time. But apparently she was wrong.

"You sneaked out of my bed at the crack of dawn." His voice turned lower as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he breathed, "You missed out on me eating you out until you screamed my name."

"I did?" she almost squeaked, looking around frantically to make sure no one was watching them, but the street was empty.

"Aye." He took a step back and tilted his head, his tongue coming out to lick obscenely over his bottom lip. "Want to remedy that?"

"Now?" she shrieked, embarrassment heating her cheeks when his mouth curled up into a satisfied smirk.

"As much as I'd like to devour you right here on the streets…" He closed the gap between them, his body brushing against hers as he leaned forward, his tongue flicking against her ear once. "You seem to be still at work, Deputy Swan."

"Right." She stepped backwards to put some much-needed distance between them. Otherwise she might jump the priest in public. "Of course."

"Tonight? My place? Say eight o'clock?"

She needed to ask Mary Margaret if she could keep an eye on Henry, the thought shooting a stab of guilt through her for abandoning her son two nights in a row. But since her son just told her a week ago that he was way too old for his mom to still hover over him like a helicopter, he would probably be completely okay with it.

"That should work."

"I look forward to seeing you then, Deputy Swan," he drawled, his eyes growing darker as he stepped closer again. She prepared herself for another lascivious comment and he didn't disappoint. "And fucking you with my tongue until you're dripping wet."

"You're a sadist, Father Jones," she growled, pressing her thighs together to hide the shaking of her legs.

"I can't wait to taste you again, love."

And with those infuriating words, he turned around and left her standing with her whole body humming in anticipation.

The hours until her shift ended dragged on and on, but eventually she clocked out and rushed home, jumping into the shower for a quick wash before throwing on clothes in record speed, practically running out of the apartment, eager to get to the church.

When she reached his house, she opted to use the back door, not wanting anyone to see her slip into the priest's house at night. She couldn't hear anything at first, fearing he might not be at home after all. That he'd changed his mind.

"Killian? Anyone home?"

"Aye, in the kitchen."

She hastened to the kitchen, stopping dead in her tracks in the doorframe when her gaze fell on him. He was barefoot and barechested, wearing only slacks that sat low on his hips, the v of his muscles pointing to the bulge in his pants that grew bigger under her eyes. She gulped hard as she let her gaze travel upwards, over his happy trail to the mat of hair spreading out over his well-defined pectorals up to his face. God, she could come from that sight alone.

"Hello, love."

Those two words said in his irresistible accent shot lust through her whole body, an embarrassing whimper spilling from her lips.

"Come here," he growled, his eyes devouring her from head to toe. "I can help you with that."

She stepped closer until she could lift her hands and splay her fingers over his chest. He leaned down to kiss her. Slowly, almost reverently. His knuckles brushed against her stomach as his nimble fingers opened the buttons of her blouse. It amazed her anew the things he could do with just one hand faster than others could with two. Seconds later her blouse fell to the floor before he snapped her bra open and let it join her blouse. She moaned into his mouth when his hand closed around her breast, kneading it for a moment before his fingers found her nipple and tugged it into a hard peak that throbbed with need.

"I think I should make good on my promise now." His hand moved over her chest, giving her other nipple the same attention.

"Promise?" she whispered, arching her back. She wanted his mouth on her. No matter where. Had that been his promise? She couldn't remember.

"Lose your pants, love. And hop on the table."

Her body burned with need so she didn't argue, especially since she wanted nothing more than to be naked. She opened her pants with shaking fingers, pushing everything down her thighs before hopping on the table.

"Just like that." His voice was getting lower, more hoarse as his fingers trailed down one of her legs, closing around her ankle and pushing it outwards. His prosthetic pressed against her other leg, telling her wordlessly to spread wide for him. She did so gladly, her core clenching when his eyes darkened with lust as he took her in, splayed out for him. "You're already wet for me. I approve."

She was still scrambling for a proper response when he dropped to his knees and brushed his scruff over her thigh. All coherent thought fled her brain when his lips closed around her clit and sucked it into his mouth. All she could do was grab his hair and push her hips up.

His tongue drove her mad, circling her clit and slipping through her folds without giving her any real release from the tension steadily building up in her body. She was trembling now, her inner walls squeezing around nothing. She desperately needed him to fill her with something. She really wasn't picky. Tongue, fingers, cock. She didn't care. She just wanted him to put something inside her.

"Killian, I…" Her voice left her when he closed his lips around her clit again and sucked hard. But it still wasn't enough. She ached all over. So she gripped his hair and pulled him backwards.

"I'm not finished with my meal," he growled, flicking his tongue over his lips, still wet with her arousal.

"Killian Jones, put your tongue into me now," she snapped, giving his hair a sharp tug. "It's bad form to go back on a promise."

He only smirked at her and drawled, "As you wish, love."

She should scold him for being so smug, but the man was a champion when it came to going down on her. She couldn't find it in her to speak at all besides moaning his name when he ate her out. Alternately fucking her with his tongue and fingers, making sure to also give her clit enough attention. It took him an embarrassingly short time to push her over the edge and when she came down from her high and could see clearly again she expected to see another smug grin on his face. Instead he just looked at her with pure hunger in his eyes.

"That's the vision I want to be greeted with every day." He cupped her core, trailing his fingers through her wetness. "Your folds swollen from your first orgasm, your clit peeking out to greet me, your nipples hard points begging me to suck them nice and slow." She spread her legs wider in a silent invitation for him to do exactly that. His fingers teased her entrance, never slipping in and then his hand was gone and she wanted to scream. "But you want my cock filling you, don't you?"

"Well…" She lifted one hand to trail it down her stomach, slipping her fingers through her folds. "I can always take matters into my own hands."

"That won't be necessary."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away before reaching for his belt. He didn't bother with undressing completely, he just pushed her legs further apart and stepped up to the table, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs and letting them pool around his ankles. Emma was prepared to be left hanging for a little while longer, determined not to beg him this time. But thankfully, he apparently wasn't in the mood to make them both wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself completely inside of her in one long slide. And then he fucked her right on the table, taking her with hard and fast thrusts until she could only scream his name as her second orgasm hit her. Her walls tightened around him, her orgasm going on and on while he kept thrusting into her until he stiffened against her and slammed into her one last time before succumbing to his own climax.

Emma had feared their friendship might suffer if they started sleeping together again, but strangely, it was as strong as before. They still talked for hours. Still met for lunch at least twice a week. He even still spent a lot of time with Henry, teaching him chess and sword-fighting. They realized they were both fans of Doctor Who and started watching it on Netflix, even getting Henry to watch it with them. It was as if nothing had changed. Except that they jumped each other whenever they found the time. And God, the sex was phenomenal.

Even now her body vibrated with anticipation. She'd never looked forward to a night shift like that. But Killian would join her very soon and would definitely make it less boring.

She understood that it was better for someone to be at the station on the weekends instead of just being on call. Almost every weekend, something happened and it did make more sense for someone to be already awake when the police was needed. But the time still dragged on during those shifts. She really couldn't wait for her distraction to finally arrive.

Killian had a big smile on his face as he slipped into the police station, his cock already hardening as he thought about where he could take her tonight. All those possibilities in the station...it was really hard to choose.

She didn't hear him step into the main office, and he took advantage of that, just studying her for a few minutes. She was so beautiful. And she wanted him, apparently as much as he wanted her. Strangely, ever since they started sleeping with each other again, he'd not had any regrets whatsoever. He should have, though. Maybe it was time to talk about it with Emma. Talk about their future.

But then she turned around and greeted him with a brilliant smile and all serious thoughts left his brain in the blink of an eye. He strolled over to her, giving his hips an extra swagger. Her smile broadened and he swooped down to kiss her deeply the moment he reached her.

He'd intended to seduce her slowly. To make her wait. To make her beg. But when he leaned back and saw her eyes hooded with lust, he couldn't go through with his well-thought-out plans. He just needed her. Now.

He pulled her up from the chair and made quick work of her belt, glad that she didn't wear her gun indoors. Apparently, she was in as much of a hurry as he was. Her knuckles pressed against his straining erection as he opened her pants. He dropped to his knees and reached for her shoes, almost ripping her shoelaces apart in his haste to get her naked. She chuckled softly above him, her fingers threading through his hair. He let out a shout of jubilation when he could finally yank the shoes of her feet, followed closely by her pants and panties. She climbed on her desk without any prompting, opening her legs wide in invitation. An invitation he was eager to take. He stepped between her thighs, shoving his clothes just far enough down to free his cock. He closed the last inches separating them, aligned himself and pushed deep. Papers fluttered to the floor and pens clattered down as he took her with hard, sharp thrusts, knowing she needed it fast right now. And so did he. A few thrusts later and one well-placed press of his fingers against her clit and she shattered around him, her walls closing around his cock like a vise and taking him with her over the edge.

But one time wasn't enough. The night was long, after all, and Emma needed to stay awake. He was more than happy to help with that.

He tongued her to another orgasm in the supply closet two hours later before sliding inside her and taking her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. After that, he gave her a few hours to recover from her orgasm before he told her to hold on to the bars of the cell as the first signs of morning lightened the sky outside. He went down on her from behind before fucking her hard and fast once again while his hand alternated between twirling her nipple and slipping between her thighs to rub her clit until she begged him to take her over the edge. He gladly obliged, pumping his release into her as her walls milked him dry.

She saw him off shortly afterwards, her mouth curled up into a sleepy, but satisfied smile. He walked slowly home, his body thoroughly sated. Stumbling into his house with a goofy smile on his face, he only slipped out of his shoes before he crashed down on his bed for some much-needed sleep.