The Beast And The Blessed

One Hundred One: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The smirk could be heard in his words, and I pushed myself further against his hips. Killian growled lowly as my ass rubbed his hardness, and his hold on me only tightened in response.

"I will not beg for what is mine." His lips rubbed against mine, and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. "I will not beg for something you willingly give me."

I smirked as he called my bluff. I was willing, so willing to give him anything he wanted. Everything about him called to me, begging me to always be closer, please him, and take anything he wanted to give me.

I didn't just love him. I adored him.

He was mine, forever.

The brief fear that I wouldn't be in control when he fucked me had me worried, but I pushed it down as I savored this moment with my mate. I trembled with want, desperate to take him as hard and deeply as possible.

He was right. It had been too long. I had shut myself off from him after the battle...after I committed mass murder.

My eyes fell shut as I also forced that thought to the back of my mind. I would not let that rule me. I had saved my people, and that was the job of a good leader. We had emerged victorious. I just needed to keep reminding myself of the justification for what I had done.

For now, I wanted to forget. I wanted Killian to consume me so thoroughly that I had no choice but to forget everything.

"It is yours,’ I whispered, nodding slightly as he let out a groan of approval. "I am yours.’ "Good girl."

I leaned back against his chest, gasping as he slid his other hand from my hip to my waistband, his fingers expertly unbuttoning and unzipping them with ease before letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric.

“Tell me what you want,’ Killian ordered as his teeth grazed over his mark on my neck, over his claim on me.

"I want you to touch me." My tongue slipped through my lips, wetting them anxiously as his hand went further beneath my panties. I moaned, my knees buckling as he moved between the lips of my pussy, grazing over my clit and moving to my entrance.

find there. I was

my shoulder as he let out a growl of pleasure. "You’re so fucking wet for me, my love. I love that I do this to

my clit and began rubbing slow circles, toying with me. My hand wrapped around his forearm, enjoying the feeling of it flexing

wanting him closer and ensuring he wouldn't pull away until I reached my orgasm. His other hand moved from my neck to slide over my breasts, using his arm across

nerves between them, causing each breath I let out to be a low

released a small whimper as he moved his fingers down, sliding two into me. The meaty part of his flesh beneath his thumb stayed locked on my

trembled as I resisted my orgasm, wanting it to last longer. But the pleasure was too intense, and I

wanting more. His arm holding me up still had a tight grasp on me, and I whimpered in pleasure as he pinched

as he stopped moving both hands, desperate for more. We had a week to make up for, and I

and glanced at him over my shoulder, his black eyes told me he was still in complete control. I relaxed my grip on his

finger slid across the tops of my breasts to the collar of my shirt before ripping it and my bra clean from my body. I stumbled against him, but he held me in place with his other arm wrapped around me

on his mouth as he licked his lips, enjoying the sight of my bare breast pressed against

hips pressed to his as I immediately unbuttoned his shirt. His hardness was against my stomach, and I couldn't help but

ever so slightly into a pout at the loss of contact. I placed my hands on his chest, looking up at him with surprise and desire

my mate. I am not done with you yet." His eyes were locked on my mouth, but one of his hands grabbed my wrist and moved my fingers down his stomach to

wanted to taunt him, to ask him what he would do

and remained silent while I did as he ordered. He let out a low growl when I hooked my thumbs into his boxers, pulling them with his pants. My breasts slid along his torso as I dragged the fabric down

a rush of excitement through me. My already throbbing clit pulsed with pleasure and need as I licked the tip

the underside of his large member, and his fingers laced in my hair as his

his cock as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I pulled back, using my hand to grab as much of my saliva from his tip and dragging it down

worked in time with my mouth, and his growls and groans grew

my head pushed

and bend over the arm of the

as Killian wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it slowly as I sat on my knees before him. He had given me an order, but a part

gritted out. "Before I change