26. Chapter 26

Chapter twenty-six

A fter our ice cream date, the anticipation is electric as we step back into my flat. I close the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing through the quiet apartment. I can feel the heat radiating from Laelia as I turn to face her, my heart pounding with excitement.

I take her by the hips, guiding her gently but firmly against the wall.

A wicked grin spreads across my face, my eyes locking onto hers. "What were you calling me earlier? V anilla? "

Her eyes are smouldering with a fierce, burning desire. A sultry smirk tugs at her lips, and she's clearly savouring the moment, her body already leaning into the heat of our encounter.

"Tell me again, beautiful," I murmur, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper as I lean in closer, our lips almost touching. "How vanilla am I?"

"Very," she breathes out, her voice soft but filled with teasing promise.

A deep, satisfied chuckle escapes me, the sound vibrating through my chest. Her response tells me I've already taken her breath away. I feel a surge of possessive pleasure, knowing that the control I crave is mine and that she's utterly under my spell.

I let go of her hips, my hand sliding up to caress her face. My thumb brushes over her lips, sending a shiver through her. The tension between us is electric. In a swift, fluid motion, our lips collide. The kiss is fierce, hungry, and unrestrained. I let my tongue explore her mouth, dominating the kiss, and she meets my intensity with equal fervour.

As we continue to kiss, my hands find her leather jacket, hungrily pulling it off her shoulders. She discards it carelessly, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers move to my jacket, swiftly pushing it aside. Our clothes become a tangle on the floor as she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing a striking red lace bra.

I can't help but drink in the sight of her. My breath catches as my hands roam over her exposed skin, feeling the warmth and softness beneath my fingertips. She gasps at my touch, her body reacting with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Her eyes flutter closed as I explore her body, my lands lingering over her breasts.

With a swift motion, she undoes my belt, tossing it aside before her hands eagerly explore the waistband of my boxers. I groan as she grips my growing erection through the fabric, the heat of her touch driving me wild.

She's trying to maintain control, but I'm not about to let that happen. I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her into the open-plan kitchen and set her on the counter, the cool surface contrasting with our heated bodies.

I break the kiss and kneel, pulling off her boots with deliberate slowness. Standing up, I unzip her pants, and she helps by lifting her hips. As I slide her pants down, they join the pile of discarded clothing. Her sun-kissed skin, adorned with tattoos and her enticing red lingerie, is an intoxicating sight.

I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch. As I reach her hips, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter, our faces just inches apart. Her flushed expression and heavy breathing tell me I'm on the right track.

"Killian" she breathes, her voice thick with desire.

She leans in for a kiss, but just as our lips are about to meet, I flip her around and bend her over the counter. A moan escapes her lips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making my cock twitch.

I deliver a sharp smack to her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Her gasp is music to my ears. She looks over her shoulder at me, a wicked smirk on her lips.

"Say it again, beautiful," I growl, my voice laced with command. "How vanilla am I?"

Her flush deepens, and she bites her lip. "Very," she breathes out. "Very vanilla."

I spank her again, harder this time, causing her to gasp and shudder. My hand slides between her legs, feeling her arousal through her underwear. Her breath hitches as I tease her, making her eyes lock onto mine with a pleading look.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" I ask, my voice a low, demanding growl. "Or am I going to have to punish you?"

"I'm yours," she murmurs, a sultry smile on her lips. "You can do whatever you want."

Her surrender is intoxicating. I pull my hand away, smirking, and then I instruct her to stand up straight and keep her back to me.

I step closer, my chest pressing against her back, my erection rubbing against her. I wrap one arm around her waist and my hand around her throat, tilting her head back and exposing her neck.

I kiss her neck slowly, savouring each touch and the soft, approving hums she emits. When I nip at her skin, she shudders, her body wriggling against me in a mix of desire and impatience.

"Patience, beautiful," I whisper, feeling her body tense in excitement.

My free hand trails up her thigh, playing with the hem of her thong. Her movements grow more erratic, her breaths more laboured. I graze her sensitive folds, feeling her arousal through the thin fabric. She moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

I pull my hand away, savouring her taste as I raise my fingers to my lips. Her eyes follow the movement, a hungry look in her gaze. I let her taste herself on me when our lips meet again, the kiss deepening with our shared desire.

Returning my hand to its previous position, I slide a finger under the thong and into her. She gasps, her head resting back against me. I kiss and nip at her neck as I add another finger. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, and I quicken the pace, driving her closer to the edge.

"Killian," she whimpers. "I'm going to come."

Hearing her nearing her climax, I withdraw my fingers, making her whimper in frustration. Her eyes fly open, burning with need.

"You don't get to come until I say so," I command, my voice firm and authoritative.

Before she can protest, I push her forward, tearing off her thong and tossing it aside. Her bare skin is tantalising, and she shakes her ass at me, which I smack again, leaving a bright red mark. Her gasp and the look over her shoulder tell me she's enjoying the game.

"You like that?" I ask, my smirk matching hers.

She bites her lip, nodding eagerly. "Do it again," she pleads.

I comply, delivering a sharper smack this time. She gasps and moans, her body trembling with the impact. I pull down my boxers, my erection springing free, and she looks at me with a mix of hunger and desperation.

I push her down and spread her legs, sliding into her slowly. She moans quietly as I fill her, the tightness of her body nearly overwhelming. I take my time, wanting to make her beg for more. Her moans ripple through the room, spurring me on.

"Killian," she begs. "Faster."

"What was that, beautiful?" I tease, savouring her desperation.

"Please," she cries out, her voice shaking.

"Say it," I demand, wanting to hear her plea.

When she doesn't immediately respond, I pull out, making her whimper in need.

"Killian!" she cries.

"Say it!" I command.

"Fuck me and make me come. Give me everything you've got," she begs, her voice breathless.

Without a moment's hesitation, I thrust back into her with powerful, deliberate movements. Her cry of pleasure fuels my own desire. I grip her hair, twisting it around my hand, and wrap my other hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her shudder.

Her moans become a symphony of pleasure as I thrust into her with relentless rhythm. I caress her breasts, unfastening the bra and pinching her nipples. She gasps and moans, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.

I slide my hand, down her stomach, grazing her sensitive skin as I reach her clit. My fingers move with purpose, rubbing her gently, but insistently. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as I quicken the pace.

"Are you close, beautiful?" I murmur, my breath hot against her ear.

"Uh-huh," she purrs, her voice a blend of need and pleasure.

I pinch her clit, feeling another shudder as she teeters on the edge. "Come for me, beautiful."

"Killian," she whimpers, her voice breaking with need.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice leaving no room for refusal.

As she reaches her climax, her body convulses around me, and I lose control, my own release crashing over me. I fill her with my climax, our bodies trembling in unison. We're both dripping in sweat, our breaths ragged as we come down from the high.

Laelia turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. My softened cock slips out of her, and she gives me a quick, lingering kiss before dropping to her knees. She takes me in her mouth, savouring the taste of our combined passion.

I groan at the sensitivity, every sensation heightened by the intensity of our encounter. She doesn't linger long, quickly standing and meeting my gaze with a mischievous smile. Her fingers trace my jawline before she presses her lips to mine, igniting a slow, sensual kiss that leaves me breathless once more.

As our lips part, the taste of her lingers on mine, a tantalising reminder of what we've just shared. She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire, but there's a softness there too, an unspoken connection that goes beyond the physical.

"You're insatiable," I murmur, my voice husky as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles, a mix of sweetness and seduction, and I can't help but grin in response.

"Only with you," she replies, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. The way she looks at me makes my pulse quicken, a rush of heat coursing through me despite the aftermath of our passion.

I reach for her, pulling her close one more, her body fitting perfectly against mine. "I guess I'll just have to keep up, then," I say, my voice low as I kiss her again, slower this time, savouring every second.

She melts into me, her hands sliding up my chest to rest on my shoulders as the kiss deepens. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in this moment, tangled in a web of desire and something more profound, something neither of us is ready to name yet.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, our foreheads, resting against each other as we catch our breath. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, and I close my eyes, soaking in the sensation.

"You know," she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear, "I don't think I've ever had a better night."

"Me neither," I confess, my voice soft. There's something vulnerable about the way we're holding each other now, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of moments ago. It feels just as intense, though, in a different way.

"Come to bed with me," she says, her voice filled with a gentle plea, and I nod, taking her hand in mine as I lead her towards the bedroom.

A wild night awaits us, a continuation of the fiery passion we've already ignited. I can see the anticipation in her eyes, a shared understanding that the night is far from over. The promise of more—of tangled sheets, heated skin, and breathless gasps—hangs in the air between us, and I know we're both eager to lose ourselves in each other all over again. The bed is our playground, and the night is ours to conquer—again and again.

As soon as we hit the sheets, the heat between us flares up instantly. Our bodies collide, tangled in a frenzy of kisses and touches that are both desperate and deliberate. Each movement is fuelled by an insatiable hunger, a deep need to fully consume one another. The room fills with the sound of heavy breaths, the sheets twisting beneath us as we lose ourselves in a dance of pure, raw desire.

We push each other to the edge and back, over and over, neither of us willing to relent until every ounce of our energy is spent. There's a wildness to it, an urgent need to explore and experience every sensation, to make each moment more intense than the last. The hours pass in a blur of heat and passion, with neither of us ready to stop until the sun begins to rise.

Even as the first light of dawn begins to creep through the curtains, we don't slow down. Instead, we chase the dawn, pushing each other further, deeper, until we're completely sated. When we finally collapse into each other's arms, spent and satisfied, there's no doubt that this night will be etched into our memories forever—a night of untamed passion, unspoken connection, and a bond that only seems to grow stronger with every passing moment.