Chapter 88

Wake up, princess.” The words floated through my head, a little tug pulling at my hazy fog. I moaned in protest. Something warm ran up the side of my neck, igniting every nerve along the way. I wiggled as the sensation melted through me, but the weight pinning me down made it nearly impossible. “Come on, now, baby girl. Wake up for me.”

“But sleep,” I mumbled.

“Is sleep more important than my tongue on your pussy?” That question made me pop open an eye—only one though. Killian’s breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “There’s my sinful princess.”

His words shot like lightning through my core, and my pussy clenched. Damn him and that deep voice of his. Calling me names like that. How was I supposed to go back to sleep with my lady parts reporting for duty?

I moaned as his rough hands pushed up the hem of my shirt and continued their way up. His thumbs teased my nipples and toyed with my piercings.

“Oh…” I let out. His mouth found mine, stealing my very breath. Mint exploded on my tongue when his drove through my lips. I ate up the growl that vibrated through him and reveled in the heaviness of his dick as it pressed into my thigh.

Lifting on his knees, he grabbed my shirt and dragged me with him to yank it over my head in one swift movement. I squealed as I flopped back on the bed. His mouth drifted between my breasts and down my stomach.

“May I?” he asked, his lips skating over my hip and fingers hooking in my panties. I nodded. “Put those pretty legs over my shoulders, baby girl. Let me spoil you tonight.”

“Like that’ll ever happen.” I giggled as I lifted my hips for him to pull down my panties. Grabbing my legs, he tossed them over his shoulders and made himself comfortable.

“I’m more than happy with keeping my face between these gorgeous fucking thighs all night,” Killian growled. To prove his point, he ran his tongue through my wetness once, eliciting a tiny gasp from me.

“You know your tongue always makes me want your dick,” I said. It did. I was terrible at foreplay when we weren’t in our roles. Every time he started, I just wanted to jump on his dick. I should’ve felt more guilty about that whole thing than I did.

“I don’t have to fuck you, princess,” he murmured against my clit. I squirmed, those little vibrations of his words doing wicked things to me. “No matter how many times I make you come, no matter how much you beg, I can stay right fucking here and keep my dick to myself.”

He nipped gently at my piercing.

“Ian!” I exclaimed. My fingers flew to his hair, threading through his locks and grasping tight. His name was all the encouragement he needed as he lavished me with years of expertise. The man was magic with that tongue alone. Every stroke, every nibble, every dip carried me higher until I was writhing against his face. Perfectly timed growls added a vibration that only heightened the experience. His name fell off my lips in fractured pieces as my breath hitched in my throat repeatedly. With my hands nearly tearing his hair out, I begged, “Please! Please… please… please…”

“No asking tonight, princess,” Killian whispered. “Let go. I want every fucking orgasm I can get out of you, you understand?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. When his mouth sealed around my clit and his tongue did that thing I loved, I came completely undone. His arms locked around my thighs as he held me securely to him until I was a shaking mess. I slapped him desperately on the shoulder.

“Please,” I pleaded. He grabbed my wrists, chuckling as I tried to keep hitting him like that was a brilliant way to convey my message. Panting and single-syllable words were getting me nowhere. I moaned as he pinned my hands to the bed and continued to lazily lap me up. I whined, “Ian!”

“Should I stay here all night long, baby girl?” he asked. I whimpered. That sounded a lot like torture. I was empty and wanting—needing him—and the damn man was determined to stay between my thighs with only his tongue?

Yeah, torture.

“No, no, no,” I said almost frantically. “Please. I want you.”

“You have me.” As if I needed the reminder, he buried his face in my pussy and didn’t stop until I was screaming my way through another orgasm. That smug grin he gave me as I collapsed against the pillow was utterly intoxicating. “See? You have me.”

“Killian,” I whispered because it was the only word my brain could come up with.

“Orgasm number three?” He cocked a brow. When I couldn’t come up with a single thing to say in protest, he dove right back in. Relentless, ruthless, and rough. He devoured me like a man starved. He didn’t stop until I absolutely shattered under his touch, my legs shaking violently over his shoulder and my fingers clawing at the bed. I was liquid heat, melting into the sheets uncontrollably as every nerve in my body went haywire. He released my hand and smoothed his palm over my stomach. “Breathe, princess. Do I need to stop?”

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly. Without question, he backed off, sending me into a panic. I reached for him. “No, no! Wait!”

“Yes or no, Genevieve,” Killian asked. “Which is it? Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to continue? I need you to tell me.”

I adored this man and his respect for my boundaries but asking me to use real words after several mind-blowing orgasms was unreasonable.

“Need you. Now.” Yeah, that would have to do.

“Okay.” He grinned that all-knowing smirk of his. I groaned in frustration when his head dipped back down and his tongue circled my clit, making him chuckle. “Do you not want my tongue, princess?”

“Need. Dick.”

“God, I love fucking you senseless.” He crawled his way up my body, his tongue sweeping across my skin. “And I haven’t even used my dick yet.”

Pushing my legs open wider, he settled between them. He slid inside me one inch. Only one inch. I glanced down the length of our bodies and groaned.

“Fuck’s sake,” I gasped, desperate for more than his teasing. But that gorgeous grin on his face as he did so was sexy to look at.

“Is there a problem, princess?” he had the audacity to ask. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard—tongue and teeth, growls and groans colliding. I raked my nails over his shoulders and dug my heels into his thighs.

“Now, Ian,” I murmured against his mouth. “I want you now.”

My head fell back on the pillow with a delighted moan, eyes sliding shut, as he drove into me. Over and over. Fast and hard. My hips met every thrust, his fingers wound through mine. I chanted his name, his teeth sank into my shoulder. We were slick with sweat as he kept up the pace.

My muscles fluttered around him as he stroked that magic spot with every precise stroke of his dick. His teeth dragged over my ear, and his warm breath fanned my face.

“Come on my cock, princess. Let me fucking feel you fall apart for me,” Killian whispered. His words and encouragement did ridiculous things. Heat surged through my core as my muscles tightened almost painfully. “That’s it, baby girl. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you let go.”

I came hard, my body pulling him in deeper. The feel of it sent him crashing over the edge with me. His dick pulsated as he bottomed out with his release. That little satisfied groan he let out as he lost it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

His lips touched that spot under my ear as he shifted and braced himself over me. I wrapped my body tighter around him, unwilling to let him go.

“Give me ten, and I’m going to start all over again,” he promised—something I knew he was capable of. The man had no downtime. As if to agree, his dick twitched inside me.

“But sleep,” I said. I ran my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping his scalp just the way he liked. The shudder that rolled through his body was my reward.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he replied. “I want to stay right here all night long.”

Oh. Reality crashed through the sex-induced euphoria, bringing doubt and worry with it. I’d read about this when scouring the internet for more information about bipolar disorder.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly. The little nagging voice in my head told me this wasn’t him—that he wouldn’t come home in such a good mood or wake me for sex.

“Yes.” His lips dusted over my pulse. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just…” I chewed my lip. I suddenly felt stupid for asking. “I just read that sometimes with bipolar, hypersexuality can be a thing.”

He stilled. I shouldn’t have said anything.

“It’s just the middle of the night, and you’ve never been the kind of guy to wake me up in the middle of the night. I don’t mind or anything, but to keep going… I just wonder if you really want me or if…”

The dark look on his face shut me up.

“Do not ever confuse my hypomania with my desire for you,” Killian said, all tones of playfulness gone from his voice. “My hypomania presents as irritability and anger. Everything fucking bothers me. The world is loud and frustrating. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I don’t eat, and I can’t deal with people. It doesn’t have a damn thing to do with my sex drive or the way I want you. I want you because I find you utterly fascinating in every way, Genevieve. Always have. Even when you used to bully the hell out of me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Weirdly, it made me feel better, even if all the other stuff worried me. I’d seen that in him so many times before and never stopped to think it was more. “I’m sorry.”

“The way you care is a fucking turn-on, princess,” he continued and kissed my cheek. “The way you smile, your laugh, your charm… the little dance you do when you eat something you love… the way you sing in the shower. All of it… a fucking turn-on. Your eyes, your hips, that little dip in your neck… your ass… god, your ass could kill a man especially in those fucking leggings of yours.”

I burst out giggling.

“I’m serious, baby girl. That ass should be illegal,” he reiterated. “Thank fuck you wear long sweaters with them or I’d have to follow you around to kill every fucking man who stared. It’d be a full-time job.”

“God, you’re ridiculous,” I muttered.

“But it’s true. Everything about you is a fucking turn-on, Genevieve. My dick is at your mercy.” So dramatic. “So please, put me out of my misery and let me wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck you.”

“You and Nolan are so dramatic,” I replied. “Finn and Lucas too… must be a Byrne thing.”

“Please, stop thinking about my brothers when I’m trying to convince you to have sex with me all night long.”

“You don’t have to convince me. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Make it up to me by putting your legs over my shoulders, princess,” he ordered as he settled between my thighs once more. Yeah, this man was going to drive me crazy. He dragged me closer when I didn’t move. “Lie back now, baby girl. I’m going to clean you up and then wreck you all over again.”

Before I could say a word, he ran his tongue through my wetness with a satisfied growl, clearly not caring about how his cum mingled with mine. I fell back on the bed and happily gave in.