Chapter 24

As much as I want him to kiss me, he doesn’t.

After he finished declaring that we are never to be separated again, he simply stands and helps me from the bath. He wraps the soft towel around me, his touch gentle yet firm as he helps me to dry myself. Once I”m mostly dry, he helps me to pull a fresh shirt over my head, which must have been left there while I was sleeping.

Guiding me back to the bed, he tucks me in, but instead of laying beside me as the others did, he takes a seat in the armchair by the bed. The distance between us feels like the Grand Canyon, and it makes me question his declaration of only moments ago.

”How is your pain?” he asks me, and I”m caught off guard at the randomness of the question. I take a moment to assess how my arm is feeling. The pain is only a dull throb, like background noise.

”It”s okay,” I say truthfully, before raising an eyebrow at him. ”You aren”t going to get in the bed with me?”

His face twists into a scowl. ”I swore to the others I wouldn”t touch you without them here until you have healed. I don”t think I would be able to resist if I”m in that bed with you.”

I huff and pretend to pout. I”m being a brat, I know, but there has always been something about Killian that makes me desperate to push him.

”What if I want you to touch me, though?” I ask, trying to gauge his reaction.

He tilts his head back, taking a deep breath, his eyes closing. The next moment, he is standing and looking down at me, but he still doesn”t touch me. Instead, he turns and actually drags the armchair away from the bed and toward the end of the room instead.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes widen. It”s a very different reaction to what I had been hoping for, and I”m actually shocked. But then I remember what he said about the guys being the only ones that keep him in line, and he obviously takes his word to them very seriously.

He turns, his piercing blue eyes intense as he takes a seat again. ”Move the covers off you, Angel. Let me see your pussy,” he commands.

Well, fuck. I hadn”t been expecting that at all. Using my good arm, I push the blankets off my body and to the other side of the bed. It”s when I lay back down that I see he has positioned the chair with a perfect view up my body.

He leans back in the chair, his eyes raking down my body with hunger. ”I believe I said to let me see that pussy, Everly. Now spread your pretty legs and show me,” he growls.

My heart thuds faster inside my chest as my breath catches in my lungs. Bending my knees, I do what I”m told, spreading my legs. The cool air against my warm skin makes me tremble, but his groan spreads heat across my skin to chase away the cold.

His intense gaze is focused completely on my exposed pussy, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips, as though remembering how I tasted all those weeks ago. ”Show me you can use your left hand again, Angel. Spread yourself open for me,” his voice has deepened and gone husky.

Once again, I do as I”m told, reaching between my thighs with my left hand. My fingers are once again clumsy as I brush them against my pussy, trying to awkwardly use fingers I’m not used to relying on.

”Good girl,” he murmurs. ”Now, use those fingers, and show me how wet you can get for me.”

His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I obey without hesitation. My fingers glide over my folds, exploring every inch of my pussy as I follow his instructions.

”That”s it, exactly like that,” he encourages, his eyes locked on the sight before him. ”Stroke yourself just the way you like it. Pretend it”s my fingers touching you, teasing you.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to cum just from him talking dirty to me in that tone of voice. I continue to move my fingers as instructed, feeling myself get wetter with each word and each touch, no matter how clumsy it is.

”Touch yourself just like that. Show me how much you want it,” he murmurs, his words sending a thrill of excitement through me. ”Now, slide a finger inside yourself. Let me see how much you ache for me.”

My breath catches in my throat at his words, but the need to please him overrides any hesitation. Trembling, I obey, sinking a finger into my wetness. A whimper escapes my lips at the sensation, and I can feel myself clenching around the intrusion.

”Such a good girl,” Killian groans as he watches me comply with his command. ”Use two fingers and spread yourself wider, Angel. Let me see everything.”

I whimper again at his command, my body reacting instinctively to his words. Using my left hand feels strange but I managed to add another finger, spreading myself wider as he instructed. The sensation of being stretched fills me with a delicious ache, and I can”t help but let out a low moan of pleasure.

”Fuck, Everly,” Killian breathes, his voice rough. ”You look so fucking good like that. So eager to please me.”

I can feel the heat pooling between my legs as I continue to move my fingers, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. But even as the pleasure builds, there”s a part of me that aches for more, that craves his touch, his presence.

”Killian,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. ”Please, I need you. I want to see you, to feel you.”

His gaze darkens, and for a moment, I see a flicker of something in his eyes, something raw and primal. But then it”s gone, replaced by a mask of control.

”I can”t touch you,” Killian repeats, his voice strained. ”But I can let you see me.”

My heart skips a beat at his words, a rush of anticipation flooding through me. I watch intently as he stands from the chair, his movements deliberate yet filled with a simmering intensity. With calculated slowness, he reaches for the waistband of his pants, his gaze never leaving mine.

As he begins to undo his pants, my breath catches in my throat, my pulse quickening with every movement. Finally, he frees his cock from its confines, a surge of desire courses through me.

His length is thick and hard, and I can”t tear my eyes away from the sight of him. He spits into his hand before he wraps it around his cock, his touch firm, and I can”t help but let out a soft whimper at the sight.

”Fuck,” he groans, his voice husky. ”You make me so fucking hard. Seeing you like this, touching yourself for me... it”s driving me insane.”

His words only fuel the liquid heat inside me, and I watch transfixed as he begins to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate. “I didn’t tell you to stop, Everly,” he growls and I instantly start moving my fingers again, not realizing I stopped moving at the sight of him.

I swallow hard. The sight of him pleasuring himself in front of me only adds to the intensity of the moment.

”I wish I could touch you,” he murmurs. ”But for now, this will have to do. Just know that I”m imagining it”s your hand wrapped around me, your touch driving me wild.”

I bite my lip in anticipation, my own arousal building with every stroke of his hand. I want nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin beneath my fingertips, but I know that”s not an option.

”Move your fingers to your clit, imagine it”s my tongue flicking against it,” he continues, his breath now coming out in pants. ”I want to taste you. I want to hear you moan my name as you come apart for me.”

I obey his command, shifting my fingers to my clit, imagining his tongue teasing me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

His words ignite a fire within me, and I push myself harder, my fingers moving faster as I chase the elusive peak of ecstasy. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I”m teetering on the edge, on the brink of oblivion.

”Are you close, Angel? Do you want to come for me?” he grits out.

My body pulses with need, desire thrumming through every fiber of my being. ”Yes, Killian,” I moan, my voice pitching higher in a desperate plea. ”Please, I need to cum. I need you to make me cum.”

His gaze darkens, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watches me, his own need evident in the way his cock throbs in his hand, angry and red.

”Come for me, Everly,” he urges, his voice a low growl. ”Scream my name as you cum for me.”

With one final stroke, I tip over the edge. ”Killian!” I cry out, his name a prayer on my lips as ecstasy washes over me, consuming me in its fiery embrace. I ride out the waves of pleasure, my body trembling with the force of my release.

As I come down from the dizzying high, I collapse back against the pillows, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Killian is still stroking himself, his movements becoming more urgent as he chases his own release.

With a guttural groan, he reaches his peak, his body tensing as he spills himself all over his fist. Neither of us move for a moment, gasping for breath as we recover.

Eventually he moves to the bathroom and I hear water running before he comes back into the room with a wet cloth. He has already tucked himself away, and he gently cleans my pussy and hand with the cloth. I watch him silently, a mixture of emotions swirling inside me as he tends to me with a surprising amount of care and consideration.

Once he”s finished, he pulls the blankets over me again, tucking them in around my body. Then, leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, his lips warm against my skin. But before I can say anything, he turns off the light, enveloping the room in darkness.

I hear him move across the room, the sound of the cloth hitting the bathroom floor echoing in the silence. Then, he returns to the armchair, his presence returning to being comforting in the darkness.

I sigh. As much as I want him to be in the bed, to hold me close and never let me go, I know that”s not an option. Not yet, at least.

So instead, I close my eyes and let sleep claim me once more.