Page 51 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
I gave him my hand and we weaved our fingers together. Slowly, he led me out of the kitchen, down the hallway, then out through the door.
Dusk.
The sky was purple-orange and shed a beautiful hue all over the woods outside. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen trees and leaves in that strange bright inky color before.
It was gorgeous.
I still had my hand in his as he led me through the woods. I didn’t know where we were going, although I remembered that other night well.
The first night we met.
When I shot Connor and we fled the scene.
I’d followed him to his house that night—right through these woods.
I was afraid of him that night. I didn’t trust him. I didn’t know what he would do to me and the only thing on my mind was escape.
But I was glad I didn’t.
I was glad for the time we got to spend with each other. No matter what happened after this. I was ready to accept the fact that falling in love with Killian Doherty was a beautiful thing.
His brown hair shone with an orange glow in the dusky light and I stared at the back of his head as we walked.
He stopped abruptly and pulled me to him.
I still didn’t know where we were. Technically, we were just standing in the middle of the woods. I looked around, enjoying the calming sounds of birds chirping as they flew back home for the night.
Killian took my face in his hands, looking deep into my eyes.
I didn’t know what had happened, but something had surely changed. I could see it in his eyes.
He was close to admitting his feelings for me.
Was he?
I searched him, but he said nothing. Just kept staring at me like he’d never seen a woman before.
Then his gaze traveled down my body like he was trying to memorize me.
“Killian, what is going on? What do you want to say?” I asked. I was sure he could hear my heart thumping in my chest.
He clenched his jaws tight and brought his face closer to mine. I was so in love with him, it physically hurt. I could feel my heart aching. How was that possible?
I was sure I was losing my mind now.
“I have nothing to say to you, Reese,” he said as he took my mouth in his.
I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t need to hear those words. It wasn’t the important part.
What was important was how he made me feel. And I felt good.
* * *
Killian laid me on the ground. It was kinda damp and I was sure some twigs stuck to my back, but I didn’t care. I barely even noticed.
All I cared about was how hot he looked as he kneeled over me, kissing me everywhere, his hands exploring every inch of my body.
I clutched his bulging biceps. They were solid, like wood. He was so strong it made my pussy even wetter.
“Please, Killian, just take me now,” I begged.
The last time we had sex, it was rough and crazy. We both tried to dominate each other and it felt amazing.
But this time it was going to be different. I could feel it already.
Maybe we were just done being mad at each other.
He took off his shirt and I undid my jeans. While he pulled his pants down, I pushed mine down my legs too.
He lunged at me, pulling off my panties, pushing my shirt so he could cup my breasts.
His hands on me sent me in a tizzy. I thrust my hips up, trying to reel him in. I could feel the heat of his body. Just like me, his cock was ready too. He was hard and throbbing for me.
His mouth found my breasts while his fingers quickly undid my bra, throwing it away. When he sucked on my left nipple, I cried out with joy. There was an intensity in my clit, throbbing and swollen. He had to be inside me.
He licked my right nipple next. I reached for his cock, stroked him gently, leading him closer to my wet hot pussy. His precum was sticky on my fingers and I pushed them into myself.
Killian was stretched on top of me. His cock was so close. I opened wide.
I stretched my legs open underneath him.
“Killian…please…I can’t…”
I didn’t get a chance to finish because he’d already plunged himself inside me. I cried out with delight, shaking as I held on to him.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
He started thrusting slowly at first, gentle and rhythmic.
I almost didn’t recognize the way he fucked me. Almost like he was comforting me.
I allowed myself to get lost in the feeling of being loved by him. If he loved me at all. How could I ever be sure if he didn’t tell me?
We moved together. Up and down. His cock went in and out. I reached my fingers between us so I could rub my clit at the same time.
