I tried to stop him, tried to say something, but his mouth was already back on mine, harder this time. Desperate. His kiss was full of need, of something feral that had been clawing at the edges of him since the moment he walked out that door.
His hands roamed under my nightdress, pushing it up while he kissed me like he was starving. I gasped as his fingers found bare skin, my thighs, my hips, the dip between my legs. I hadn’t worn panties. I didn’t think I needed to.
A low groan rumbled from his chest.
Then he thrust inside me in one brutal movement.
My back arched, my hand flying up to grab the sheets. He didn’t stop. He moved hard and fast, as if every second away from me had built up into this. His cock slammed into me again and again, filling me so deep I could barely breathe.
“Killian, dad said-“
“Shhhh… I know, I know. After tonight, I promise.”
His mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking, making my body shake. His hips pounded into mine, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing through the room.
“Ahhh… yes… harder… yes…”
I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into me over and over, deeper, faster, Every time he hit that spot inside me, I cried out.
“Fuck… Killian… yes…”
The bed creaked under us, the headboard thudding against the wall, but neither of us cared. His name kept falling from my Ups, raw and breathless, mixed with every moan I tried to swallow.
“Faster… please… yes…”
He grunted above me, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the bed as he thrust harder, deeper, as if trying to bury himself inside me forever.
Our bodies moved in sync, tangled and slick with sweat. His cock ground into me, each thrust hitting so deep it was making my toes curl.I could feel his muscles straining above me, his jaw clenched, eyes wild with need. And I loved it. Loved how rough he was, how desperate, how completely unhinged he was for me.
He reached between us, fingers brushing over my clit in tight, fast circles.
“Ahh… Killian… yes!” I cried, my body arching against him. The pleasure coiled tight inside me, pressure building, rising until it was unbearable.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, thrusting harder. “So fucking tight around me, Liana.”
My hands clawed at his back, nails digging into his skin as I felt myself spiral. He never stopped moving, never slowed down.
Then it hit me.
My whole body trembled as I came, my pussy clenching around him, shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I screamed his name, the orgasm blinding and raw.
He didn’t let up. He kept thrusting, kept pounding into me until seconds later, he slammed his hips against mine one last time and groaned deep in his throat. I felt him spill inside me, hot and thick, his body shuddering above mine.
He collapsed over me, his breath heavy against my neck. Then he kissed my forehead and just stared at me lovingly.
“I love you, Liana. I fucking fucking love you.”
Liana’s POV
The sunlight spilling through the curtains was golden, but it made my eyes sting the moment I opened them. My body was sore, the kind of sore that reminded me of every single thing that happened last night. Every touch of his, every sinful kiss, every hard thrust. God. I turned slowly on the bed, expecting to see him there.
But the space beside me was empty.
I sat up, dragging the blanket higher on my chest. My fingers brushed over something on the pillow beside me, a folded piece of paper. I picked it up slowly, already knowing who it was from.
Had to run for an early meeting. Didn’t want to wake you. You looked too peaceful to disturb. My day might be chaos, but last night…. last night was everything. I still feel you on me. Still want you. Again. And again. And again.
My cheeks flushed deep red as I pressed the note to my chest.
But then guilt crawled in.
Dad. His voice. His disappointment. His absence.
I sighed, dragging myself out of bed while my legs ached, my inner thighs sore. It took me longer than usual to get to the bathroom. The water was warm, soothing against my skin, but even it couldn’t wash away the thoughts running through my head.
When I was dressed, I reached for my phone. Nothing. No new messages. No missed calls. Just silence.
A soft knock landed on my door, then it creaked open.
“Good morning, Mommy!” Ryan’s voice was bright and full of life.
I turned around to see him standing there in his little pajamas, hair messy and eyes wide with excitement.
“Good morning, baby,” I said with a smile while my heart was warming instantly.
“Ma’am Agnes made breakfast,” he announced proudly. “She said it’s really delicious. Come and eat!”
I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Alright, alright. Lead the way.”
We walked down to the dining room together. The table was already set. Freshly scrambled eggs, golden-brown pancakes stacked high with syrup, crispy bacon, and a bowl of fresh fruit in the center. A glass of orange juice waited at every seat.
Agnes greeted me warmly. “Good morning, Miss Liana. I hope you slept well.”
I nodded gently. “I did. Thank you, Agnes. This looks amazing.”
She beamed “Thank you, dear. Please, eat.”
Ryan dug in immediately, making a mess with the syrup and bacon, and I took a few bites myself, the warmth and comfort of the meal settling something restless inside me.
But not enough
After breakfast, I excused myself. Ryan stayed behind with Agnes, laughing about something I couldn’t quite hear as I climbed the stairs back to my room.
I sat on the bed and stared at my phone.
Just one more try.I opened the call log and hovered over Dad’s name. But just as I was about to tap it,
Dad: Call me when you’re free.
My heart jumped. For a second, I just stared at the screen, my breath caught.
He texted me.
I didn’t wait. My fingers were already dialing.
He picked up on the first ring.
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