Chapter 43

Lillian

Keir had the driver drop us off at the edge of the forest from so long ago, and I chuckled at the thought of how far we'd all come and how different things were.

"What's so funny?" Keir asked me as we walked from the road to the tree line.

"I was just thinking of the last day we were here," I admitted.

"I was actually thinking about that day too." Remorse flashed across his face for a split second.

I smiled at him. "So much has changed."

He grabbed my hand, weaving his fingers with mine. "Good changes, though, right?"

"Right," I assured him as he kissed the hand he was holding. "So, why are we here?"

I was still coming down from the crazy high of the council meeting. When Keir admitted we were destined loves in front of everyone , I wasn't sure what to do. It explained so much and made me feel like a fool for not figuring it out sooner, yet it left me with so much confusion and hurt.

When he sank to his knees in the alley, I felt something crack. The bond between us was strained thanks to the secrets he'd finally confessed. I wanted to yell at him, punch him, make him hurt, but I knew Keir had trauma that made him fear loving someone. He deserved to know what love felt like, looked like. I would be that for him. I was angry, sure, but I loved him with every atom that made up my body. Forgiving him wasn't hard.

"I need to rectify a situation," he stated plainly, giving me more questions than answers.

I made a noise of acknowledgment. "I don't miss this walk, I will say that," I teased as we passed the first trees.

"Who said anything about walking?" he said before releasing my hand and scooping me up bridal style.

Before I knew it, we were shadow-jumping through the shade of the trees. My hair flew out of the updo it had been pinned in. I watched the dense forest blur as we sped through it, the clearing where the portal stood getting closer and closer, making me wonder what crazy plan my dark prince had cooked up.

When he reached the end of the trees, he stopped and put me down on the ground, grabbing my hand just as he had before. "We walk together this time, as we should've last time."

Butterflies took over my stomach as we continued forward, headed right for the portal. I was still in my heels, so thank goodness it wasn't a long walk due to the shadow-jumping.

"Come here." Keir pulled me along as he headed to the door.

"What are we doing here?" I asked him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"The portal appeared for a reason, Lillian."

"What do you mean?"

He turned to look at me with a solemn expression, his eyes darkening as he looked down my curves. "Portals in the human world don't just sit empty like they do here, princess. They appear at a predetermined time. That building you entered? It wasn't a portal in your world until a few days before you opened it. It was just an empty, concrete box. Portals appear where they are needed."

"What are you saying…"

He pulled me to him. "I think it appeared for you to find, and it brought you to me, to Hell, when we needed you most."

Before I could say anything, he hoisted me up by my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and my back collided with the portal door. He pushed his hips against mine, grinding his very hard cock against the ache between my legs. The feeling of him against me, even with our clothes separating us, made me shiver and moan.

"Keir…"

"That's it, princess. Moan my name. No one can hear you out here. You can scream it if you need to—in fact, I want you to scream my name." He licked from my chest to the tip of my chin, making me moan his name again. "I've never loved my name so much than when it leaves your beautiful lips."

His fingers dug into my ass, making me mewl, but fuck, I would've begged for more if he asked. Feeling him everywhere was all I could think about.

"Please, Keir, fuck me," I pleaded, not sure my body could wait long enough for foreplay. I needed him inside me. Now.

"Whatever my queen wants, my queen gets," he said as he claimed my mouth, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. Once he gained entrance, he filled my mouth with the taste of him.

He kissed me with the desperation of a dying man seeking immortality, and I was the fucking fountain of youth. My lips tingled under the strength of his, and before long, they were swollen and numb, but I didn't care, and I didn't want him to stop.

When he finally pulled away, we were both panting. "I love you, Lillian."

"I love you too."

With that, he dropped me to my feet and began undressing himself, ripping his dress shirt clear off, buttons flying everywhere. He made quick work of his pants and boxers too, throwing everything into a careless pile to the side.

I was so distracted by his abs, his tattoos, and his massive cock springing into the air, I hadn't touched my dress.

He eyed me hungrily. "If you want to ever wear that dress again, you'll take it off without my help," he growled.

I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling the puddle forming in my panties.

"I rather like the idea of you being helpful," I quipped back.

"So be it."

He stormed up to me, startling me just enough that I backed into the portal door again. He grabbed the front of my dress above my breasts and tugged.

Riiiiip!

My dress never stood a chance. He tore it clear down the middle with ease, like it was a flimsy piece of paper, the fabric falling to the ground, leaving me in just my panties and heels.

"Fuck…" he muttered, licking his lips.

"Like what you see?" I said with more confidence than I actually felt.

His eyes grew dark, the swirling of black taking over the gray. "I love what I see, princess." His shadows were beginning to surround him, coming from behind to envelop us, nearly blocking everything from sight. "Do you trust me?"

Fuck me. Why did he need to ask that?

"Answer me, Lillian," his voice boomed.

"Yes," I whispered. "I trust you."

Of course, I trusted him, but the fact that he needed to ask before whatever he was going to do both terrified and excited me to my core. There was definitely something wrong with me.

He didn't say anything, just reached behind him into his shadows. I gasped when he pulled out one of his daggers, a scary mix of arousal and fear overtaking my body.

"Give me your hand," he commanded.

My body moved on autopilot, happy to give him exactly what he wanted. He held my hand in his, palm up, and brought it to his lips, pressing them against the middle of my hand. His eyes were on me the entire time. I was shaking under his intense gaze, and my thighs pressed together.

He brought the dagger's blade to my hand.

"Keir…" I choked out.

"Shh," he soothed me.

My chest was rising and falling at a concerning pace, but I held my hand steady as he pressed the blade of the dagger to my palm.

All at once, it hit me. It was the same hand I'd opened the portal with, the same hand he cut open when he helped me close it.

What was he—

The sting of the blade across my skin made me whimper, and once the cut was made, Keir threw the dagger to the ground away from us.

"There was something I wish I would have done that day you sealed yourself in Hell with us."

He held my hand up, and together, we watched my blood pool in my palm. We watched as the blood began to trickle slowly down to my wrist, then my forearm, but before it reached my elbow, he licked the entire red line with his eyes tightly closed.

That was way more erotic than it should be.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined you would," he said in a deep, raspy voice.

I felt my eyes roll back, my thighs shaking already as zaps of pleasure berated my clit. My panties were soaked, no doubt about that. He opened his eyes, now completely black, and my body shivered beneath the heated look he gave me.

"Promise me you'll tell me if I hurt you?" he asked, his voice a deep, animalistic growl, almost not him at all.

"I promise," I breathed out.

He dropped my hand and grabbed my ass again, pushing my back against the wall so hard, it made me yelp. My panties were ripped off me, the fabric giving way at my thighs. Once I was bare save for my heels, he lined his cock up at my entrance and drove himself all the way in without an ounce of hesitation.

"Keir!" I shouted, my nails digging into his back, my thighs clenching around him.

"That's it, princess. Scream for me. I'm not going to take it easy on my pussy this time. It's mine to do with as I please." He pulled out and shoved back in, making me scream his name again.

He fucked me with everything he had, so hard that my thighs were aching and my back was scraping against the wall. It didn't matter, though; none of it did. What mattered was that we were one right now, our bodies connected in the most spectacular way.

"Scream for me again, princess," he groaned in my ear as he continued his hard, quick thrusts. "Scream my name so loud, all of Hell knows who you belong to." He grabbed my still-bleeding hand and smeared my blood across his lips, his tongue darting out for another taste.

That's when I screamed.

I screamed his name as he took me for everything my body had to offer.

I screamed in pain.

I screamed in pleasure.

I screamed for him.

"I'm coming," I told him as my pussy clenched around his cock, my stomach burning with so much desire, I couldn't tell if I had one long orgasm or multiple in a row.

By the time my ears stopped ringing, he was fucking me into another one. I was pulled under again and again, like I was stuck in the undertow of a wave. I couldn't swim away. I couldn't cry for help. I was totally powerless, paralyzed by the lineup of orgasms he was giving me.

"K—" I couldn't even moan his name anymore. My body was so tight from the waves of pleasure hitting me, I couldn't see, couldn't hear. Everything was black.

I knew something was wrong when I started seeing stars and could no longer feel my body.

Was he even still fucking me? Was I even here? Had I dreamed this entire thing?

"Lillian! Lillian, come back to me," I heard a voice break through the white noise.

My eyes fluttered open. I was lying down. I stretched my arms out beside me. Grass. I was still here. My arms lifted, and my hands found Keir's face. It was real. He was real.

Keir looked at me with concern, his eyes back to their striking gray color. He was holding himself over me, and I could feel his cock hard between us, poking me in the stomach.

"You passed out, princess," he told me. "You promised you would tell me if I was hurting you. Why didn't you say something?"

I giggled. I wasn't sure where the humor was coming from, but I couldn't help it. "I'm okay, I promise. You didn't hurt me. It was just so much. The orgasms. They wouldn't stop."

He smirked. "I made you pass out from too many orgasms?"

My cheeks were instantly hot as I nodded.

Pride was written all over his face. "That so?"

My cheeks burned hotter. "Yes." I tried looking away, but his fingers caught my chin, holding me in place.

"Don't look away from me." He stared into my soul. "Don't ever look away from me."

I swallowed, and the burning fire returned to the pit of my stomach. Apparently, passing out from orgasms wasn't enough for my pussy. Thirsty bitch.

He must've seen it in me, because he slipped his hand between my legs, thrusting three fingers in at once, curling them to press against the sensitive spot that made my body clench around him.

"There you go, princess," he praised, his eyes full of desire. "I want to watch you come on my fingers, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard, I'll have to carry you back home."

A shiver ran down my spine, his filthy words pulling another orgasm closer. Once he added his thumb against my clit, I was a goner. My body bucked, my back arching. He pushed his hand on my stomach, holding me in place, making me gasp. The move made everything even more intense than it already was. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came for him, moaning his name over and over.

"I love watching you come," he said once my body relaxed. "I'll never tire of seeing you so lost in pleasure, you can't speak." He lined himself up with my pussy and pushed back inside, filling me in one slow, steady thrust. "I want you to come on my cock, princess, but before you do, I want you to beg to come on it. Don't forget, or I'll spank your ass until it's so red, you'll think you're bleeding."

I shuddered, my pussy clenching around him. I should not have been turned on by the thought of him making my ass bleed, but here we were.

"Tell me you heard me."

"I heard you."

He made a noise of approval then pushed my knees up to my chest, leaning on them so I was basically folded in thirds. He pushed his hard length inside me even further, hitting areas I didn't know possible.

"Does that feel good, princess?" He licked his lips and looked at me like a lion about to feast on the lamb.

I nodded my head.

"I want to hear you say it."

"It feels good," I said, breathless.

"Good girl." His praise made me shudder.

He started moving in and out of me again, focusing on a spot so sensitive, I wasn't sure I could take much more stimulation.

"It's too much… It's too much…" I chanted, hoping he would find another position, another way to fuck me, before my body exploded from all of this. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than his cock deep inside me, claiming all of me.

He slowed down a bit, but that spot was still being hit, so the change of pace didn't provide much relief.

"Breathe, princess," he spoke softly, still thrusting into me slowly. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded. "Too good, right?" I nodded again. "Stay with me, Lillian. I'm going to take you to heaven with me." He continued to thrust, hitting that spot like it was his fucking job. The slow, drawn-out thrusts made my skin tingle, my head spin, my eyes roll. "Look at me when you're ready to keep going. I want to see your eyes, princess. Let me see those pretty green eyes of yours."

I didn't open them immediately, focusing on my breathing, trying to calm my body down. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack, one caused by too much pleasure. Was that even a thing?

"Take your time," he whispered, his hands stroking my hips, lifting just slightly off my shins so I wasn't so folded. The longer I spent like this, the more pleasurable everything became. I began moaning with his thrusts, feeling like my body was floating in mid-air.

I took one final deep breath before opening my eyes.