Page 40 of Reckless Desires

"It can be our little secret," I whisper against her ear as I let my cock fall in between her slit, letting it rest on her clit.

"Killian—" Her protest dissolves into a moan as I circle my hip. Her body arches into me, her hips rocking in time with my movements.

"He’s big," I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "Can you handle it, Liliana?"

My hand glides up her torso, grabbing a breast, rubbing the nipple with my thumb.

"Condom?" she asks, but her voice is already breathless.

Shit. I sure as hell don’t have any condoms. Taking a deep breathe I shake my head and begin puling away. Liliana wraps her arms and legs around me locking us in place. When I see the wild look of lust in her eyes, that's all the confirmation I need. I position myself at her entrance, feeling the combination of her wetness and the slickness of her blood. She's tighter than I imagined.

"Fuck," she breathes out. "It’s not going to fit."

I chuckle, pulling back slightly before thrusting deeper. "I’ll get him to fit."

When I push further inside, she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. Moving her hips to adjust to my size, it doesn’t take long for her to begin panting. I trail kisses along her neck and ear, sucking at the lobe.

Her response is lost in a moan as I set a rhythm. Each thrust drives deeper, her body meeting mine with equal urgency. The smell of blood and sex fills the air, primal and intoxicating. There is no kissing, but we are face to face, our noses touching.

"Killian—" her voice breaks on my name.

Her pussy feels so good, and hearing her say my name almost puts me over the edge. I feel her clenching around me as her eyes roll back.

"Not yet," I growl. “Give me more.”

Our bodies clapping together and the sound of my dick pounding her wet pussy had us both lost in lust.

“I can’t hold on anymore,” Liliana pants.

Increasing my pace as I growl. "You want to make a mess?"

“Yes, yes.”

Her orgasm hits her hard, her pussy clamping down around me as she cries out. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, her face flushed with pleasure, pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep, riding out her orgasm and spilling inside her before I collapse on top of her.

For a moment, we lie tangled together, breathing heavily. Finally, I pull out of her and roll onto my back. We both lie there staring at the ceiling, still in shock and both drenched in blood.

“I still hate you.” She lets out a breath.

"The feeling's mutual."

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lily

Ishould be ashamed. This isn’t like me at all. Sex on my period? Sex with a man I barely know? My insides are still throbbing as though he is still inside me. I stand under the showerhead, letting myself drown in it. Killian and I didn’t speak. He didn’t complain or get disgusted when removing the sheets from the bed to wash. He doesn’t say anything to me, but when I get out of the shower, there’s a box of tampons for me, and some new, freshly cleaned clothes are folded on the bed. Black bootcut yoga pants and an oversized white T-shirt, a sports bra, and a hoodie. On the nightstand, there is a hairbrush with a hair tie.

After putting everything on, aside from the hoodie, I make my way downstairs, where I hear Killian and a woman speaking. Something inside me breaks. I just don’t know what it is. Killian sits at the kitchen table, looking just as he did when he rolled out of bed and put on his pants. His bare chest has me flushed, and when the woman nods to me, he looks toward me, our eyes locked, sending a wave of electricity through me.

“This must be Liliana.” The woman gets to her feet. “You want some coffee or tea?”

I nod. “Coffee, thank you,” my voice raspy.

“I’m Jodi,” she introduces herself. “The oldest sister of the Boswell clan.”

She looks like Killian the most, with her black hair and crystal blue eyes. She can’t be older than Stasia but not younger than Selene.

“Nice to meet you.” I force a smile.