Chapter 35

Lillian

It was a good thing I didn't have more to say, because Keir pressed his lips to mine with a sudden, brutal force that could only be described as the most painful, loving, heart-stopping kiss I'd ever experienced. He moved quickly and passionately, alternating between kissing, biting, and licking.

Had I been standing for this kiss, I would have melted to the floor. One of his hands slipped between us, finding my clit like he was some fucking expert. He stroked me once, making me buck against him.

"You're so fucking responsive, princess," he said as he kissed my lips again. "I love it so much." He bit his lip, looking over my face with a warmth that made butterflies erupt in my stomach. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised me as he moved, pulling out then thrusting back in slowly. He felt amazing, filling me so fully, so perfectly, like I was always meant to be his. "I'll try my best to be gentle for you this time."

I smirked, but before I could say anything, he pulled out and entered me even harder, making my breath catch. "Ah!"

He did it again and again, each time increasing in power and pace, his cock hitting the perfect spot every time. I forced my eyes to stay open, not wanting to miss any moment of this with my dark prince. He was magnificent, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his inked chest, his eyes full of lust as he stared back at me. The way his jaw clenched each time he entered me, as though it was the best thing he'd ever felt, was the sexiest thing ever.

"Fuck…" he muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm not ready to be done with you. I have too much time to make up for." He pulled out and flipped me over onto my knees.

He pushed down on my back, and I lowered my face to the bed, pushing my ass up even more. Two fingers entered my pussy, and I moaned. Fuck . He curled them to hit my G-spot, and I pushed against the hand holding my back down.

"You're not going anywhere until you come again, Lillian." His voice was gruff and sexy.

I shrieked when his hand found my ass. Smack!

"Keir!" I gasped, but there was no denying the way his hand coming down on my ass made my pussy scream for more.

Smack! He spanked the other cheek.

"My name on your lips sounds so fucking pretty, princess. Say it again. Do it for me."

Smack! I groaned his name, and in turn, he moaned for me too. My pussy clenched down on his fingers, the dam holding my orgasm back dangerously cracking, ready to give out any second.

"Ask me to make you come," he commanded.

"Please make me come, Keir," I sputtered out, not sure I could hold on much longer.

"Anything for you." His fingers moved faster, and I exploded around his hand, my thighs shaking from the brutal force of the euphoria flooding my body. "I love the sweet moans you make when you come. I want to hear them again."

He removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock. This time, he didn't ease in; he slammed his entire length into me in a single thrust. I pushed up onto my hands at the violent intrusion. He didn't push me down this time. Instead, he grabbed my hair, pulling near my scalp. It didn't hurt; it only added to the pleasure, making me shiver even though I could barely move with my back bowed.

"My fucking princess," he said to me, his words sending shivers down my spine. His free hand rubbed over my lower back and ass, keeping me in place against his shaft.

"Please, Keir." I sounded desperate.

And I was.

I wiggled my hips against him.

"So impatient. Two orgasms weren't enough for you?" he chided tenderly.

He pulled back just a little bit then shoved back in.

"I could never have enough of you," I replied.

That made him growl, giving me the exact reaction I'd been hoping for. He kept a hold of my hair in one hand, the other gripping my hip.

"You've unleashed a monster, princess. I do hope you can handle the consequences." He slammed into me with so much force, I yelped.

I wanted to mouth back at him, but he picked up his thrusts to an unrelenting, unforgiving pace, silencing any bratty comment I might've been able to conjure up. Each thrust was accompanied by a sharp tug on my scalp, the two sensations meeting in the pit of my stomach. I felt like a wind-up toy, and Keir was more than happy to play with me.

The hand on my hip reached around to find my clit once more, and no matter how hard I tried to squirm away, he held me tight, overstimulating my body.

"Keir!" I screamed as he circled his finger around me, keeping up his merciless thrusts. "It's too much!" His grip tightened in my hair, making me howl.

It hurt. Fuck, it hurt so bad, but it felt so fucking good too.

"Are you going to come on my cock, princess?" I nodded, tears forming in the corners of my eyes from both pleasure and pain. "Moan my name when you come. I want them to hear you say my name as you squeeze my cock. Understood?" I nodded again, unable to communicate other than in grunts and groans as he slammed into me again and again.

I was so close, and after only a couple more thrusts, I was a goner.

There was no doubt in my mind the twins would hear me moan their brother's name. In fact, the whole building probably heard it.

"You're such a good girl," he praised me once I stopped yelling his name.

He released my hip and my hair then pulled out of me, and I collapsed on the bed. He flipped me over so I was facing him as he held himself over me, the evidence of my orgasm dripping from his cock onto my stomach.

He grabbed my legs and parted them, pushing my knees up so I was spread wide for him.

"I can't do more, Keir. I'm so tired," I said sleepily, my eyes closing on their own, feeling like I could go dark at any moment.

His lips pressed against mine lovingly. "I know, princess. We're almost done."

My eyes shot open. We'd been fucking, but he hadn't given me his essence yet. I felt the butterflies return at the thought of doing this with him. I wanted it more than anything right now, but I was nervous.

He pushed his cock inside me again, taking a slow, strong tempo with his thrusts this time. He kept his eyes on mine, allowing me to see every emotion and feeling he had. His gaze was filled with passion, his jaw clenched in pleasure.

"You're so fucking sexy," I murmured without thinking.

His cheeks reddened, and mine burned along with him. His eyes were flooded with affection, his lips curling up in a cheek-splitting smile.

"You're one to talk." He came down on top of me, his hands on either side of my body, holding himself up as he kept thrusting into me. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on." He kissed me. "So." Kiss. "Fucking." Kiss. "Stunning." Kiss.

The way he talked about me, complimented me with such ease, made me pant, the air refusing to stay in my lungs. My body seized under him as an orgasm I was not prepared for took over, making my head push back into the bed and my eyes close. I felt like I was drowning, but I had no desire to be saved from this, from him.

"I love you so fucking much, Lillian," he whispered as he planted kisses on my exposed neck.

Warmth flooded my pussy as he came with me, diving over the edge and bonding himself to me forever. A powerful feeling surged between us, like electricity on steroids. This felt much more intense than it did with the twins.

My body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like someone was chiseling my bones. My heart seized, and I thought for just a second it was done beating. My skin was ready to burst into flames.

He held me under him as I squirmed, the orgasm hitting me in intense waves, one after another, his cock still thrusting me through it. I managed to open my eyes, gasping at the image.

His eyes were ink-black and staring right at me. Intense passion colored his expression. Even his skin seemed to darken, especially around his shoulders, as his shadows surrounded us.

My heart fluttered seeing him like this. It was beautiful, transcendent.

I grabbed his face in my hands, my body still tight under him. "I love you too, Keir."

He groaned and kissed me harder than he'd ever kissed me, bruising my lips, but I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want this to end.

Just as I thought my orgasm was ending, another one started up, making me cry out to him for mercy. He smirked at me, pushing himself off so he could watch me be torn apart by the sheer power being exchanged between us.

"Tell me who you belong to, Lillian." I was lost in the undertow of orgasms. He cupped my neck and leaned forward, our foreheads touching. "Please, princess. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours…" I whimpered for him.

"Tell me you love me again." He sounded like a man aching for the love of his woman, like he might perish without it.

"I love you, Keir," I complied, more than happy to remind him of my feelings for him.

"Fuck…" he muttered, slowing his thrusts down until he stopped altogether. "I love you." He pulled out of me and laid down beside me, holding my shaking body tightly, my back to his chest. "I love you so much."

I tried to calm down, but between finally admitting our feelings and the intensity of the exchange, my body felt like it was going to burst.

"I can't stop shaking," I laughed, trying to use his stillness to create some of my own.

He kissed my head. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "I'm okay—more than okay. It was just intense. A lot more intense than I thought it would be."

"What do you mean?" His voice was full of curiosity.

"It wasn't like that with the twins. It was intense, but not that intense."

He considered my words. "Hmm."

I should tell her .

"Tell me what?" He tensed at my question.

"That I love you, and I am so happy you're here." He pulled my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of my fingers. "And that was amazing."

"It was more than amazing," I said airily, feeling giddy about what had just transpired between us, something I'd almost given up hope of ever happening.

He hugged me tighter against him, and I rubbed my fingers down his arm, seeing goosebumps pop up along his tattoos.

We sat there in silence for a while, our bodies keeping each other warm, and I realized I felt different. I felt energetic, powerful, whole. I felt unstoppable.

"You are unstoppable," he murmured into my hair sleepily. "Our father has no idea who he's up against. I can't wait for this to be past us. You'll make such a sexy demon, princess."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. The way he believed in me made me twenty times more confident.

He didn't let me go all night. Not when he fell asleep. Not when I fell asleep. Not when I tossed and turned. His body always found mine again.