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.

exactly what he would 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

with my wetness. He stopped at my clit and began rubbing slow circles, toying with me. My hand wrapped around his forearm, enjoying the feeling of it flexing and moving as he

until I reached my orgasm. His other hand moved from my neck to slide over my breasts, using

the bundle of nerves between them, causing each breath I let out to be a

good." Killian slid his tongue over my mark, making my hips jerks forward into his hand. I released a small whimper as he moved

orgasm, wanting it to last longer. But the pleasure was

more. His arm holding me up still had a tight grasp on me,

for more. We had a week to make up for, and I wasn't going to stop until

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

he asked, my chest brushing against his as I spun to face him. His finger slid across the tops of my breasts to the collar of my shirt before ripping it and

his

His hand stayed on my ass, and I kept my hips pressed to his as I immediately unbuttoned his shirt. His hardness was against my stomach, and I couldn't help but rub against him slightly as I pulled his shirt over his shoulders. My fingers followed the fabric, exploring and dipping into every line of muscle as it did

bottom lip push out ever so slightly into a pout at the loss of contact. I placed my hands on his chest,

but one of his hands grabbed my wrist and moved my fingers down his stomach to the button of his

became more present. I wanted to taunt him, to ask him what he would do if I disobeyed. I wanted to see what

them with his pants. My breasts slid along his torso as I dragged the

a loud growl, sending a rush of excitement through me. My already throbbing clit pulsed with pleasure and need as I licked the tip of his cock before taking him in my mouth as deep

my hair as his hips rocked in time with me, pushing himself

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 toward the base of his cock

time with my mouth, and his growls and groans grew louder. "Yes, baby! Oh, fuck that feels

noise only encouraged me to take him deeper, to suck harder, and to pump faster. His hand on my head pushed me down until he reached the back of my throat, and I

off and bend

on my knees before him. He had given me an order, but a part of me wanted to sit there and watch him touch himself until

Killian gritted out. "Before I change my mind