apartment. He couldn’t have planned it better.
He was stalking her. It had been inevitable. Fate was something he couldn’t escape, nor did he wish to do so. The expression on her face made it evident she hadn’t missed the change in him. Some beasts couldn’t be tamed. He was one of them. The need to corrupt rose inside him, taking over.
A nervous note entered her voice. “Would you like something to drink?” She licked her lips when he didn’t answer right away. “I could get you…” Killian didn’t allow her to finish. He pounced, cutting off her question. Yes. He did want something, but he doubted it was whatever she’d been about to offer. A squeak left her lungs before he covered her mouth with his, swallowing the sound. Cool hands ran up his back, making Killian realize she’d shoved her hands inside his shirt. The muscles in his stomach tightened. Her teeth sank into his bottom lip. Burying the fingers of one hand in her hair, he held her in place while tasting her mouth.
Finding her ass with his free hand, Killian hauled her forward, making sure she felt how hard he was for her. Arbor whimpered. Sharp nails scored his skin. His dick wept even more. Killian hadn’t been this close to coming in his jeans in years. The taste of Arbor and vodka filled his mouth. It was such a sweet and unique flavor. Turning his face away, he found her ear. He took her lobe between his teeth, nipping lightly. Arbor’s open willingness combined with her obvious incorruptibility, making him want to see how far she’d allow him to go.
“Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he asked, pushing up her shirt as he spoke. She didn’t respond. It didn’t matter. He already knew the answer. There were thousands of wicked acts he could perform. “That’s what I want to do to you,” he added, making his intentions clear. “I want you on your knees, ass in the air and screaming my name.” Her nails scored his back further. She’d draw blood before the end of the night. Ragged breaths filled the air, but he didn’t relent. “First, I’ll toy with that delicious button that brings you so much pleasure, making sure you’re as wet as possible.”
Killian worked the shirt over her head and easily coaxed Arbor out of her bra. He caught a flash of unfocused eyes and flushed arousal before returning to speak against the shell of her ear. The last thing he wanted was to give Arbor time to come down from her high. He slipped the button loose on her jeans. “When my fingers are buried in your sex and my tongue is fucking your puckered strawberry, you’re going to feel fuller than you ever have before. But I promise you, it won’t be the last time.” A shuttering breath left her throat. Killian pushed her jeans, panties and all, down her hips. Stooping, he helped her step free of her clothing. Before Arbor could escape, Killian snagged hold of her hips and drew her closer, nuzzling the apex of her thighs. Her arousal filled his lungs, feeding his darkest desires.
“Are you going to let me do those things?” he asked against her skin as he kissed a path up her stomach. A beaded nipple scraped his taste buds before she responded.
“Yes.”
An evil smile twisted his lips at her whispered answer. He wanted to scoop Arbor into his arms and toss her onto the bed. Somehow, he managed to stay where he was, sucking lightly on one of the breasts that had been driving him crazy all night. With a final swipe of his tongue, he pulled away and met her gaze.
“On your knees, Arbor,” he ordered, motioning toward the bed. In spite of her obvious nervousness, she did as he bade without hesitation. Killian enjoyed the show. Tan skin, high, round breasts, and supple hips were only part of the whole package that was Arbor. She was beyond delectable. With his mouth watering, Killian grabbed the chair where Lyric’s jacket was hanging and followed on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder as she set one knee on the edge, watching as he