Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(99)

Blood pounds through my veins and I throb everywhere.

“I—”

“I’m serious, Ax.” He pinches his eyes closed and drops his chin. “I’ve been waiting for a year to touch you again, to taste you. I’m walking a fine line right now.”

My legs turn to jelly at the husky sound of his voice. “You wouldn’t.”

His eyes snap to mine. “Oh, I would. I’ve never stopped loving you, never stopped dreaming of a future with you. Not a single f*cking day. You still love me.”

I sigh because he’s right. Of course I love him; that’s not something I could turn off. Trust me. I tried. “I always have.”

“Stop.” His voice cracks.

“It’s true. I—”

His big body slams into mine, and his mouth crashes against my lips, taking away every last bit of my voice and rational thought.





Thirty-three





Killian





I’m home.

But it’s not a casual arrival.

It’s a smash-the-door-down-and-light-the-f*cking-place-on-fire kind of arrival.

Axelle tastes even better than I remember; the light sweetness of her lips mixed with the peppermint of her tongue makes me ravenous for more. Whatever doubts I had about her feelings for me are put to death by the passion behind her kiss. Her hands rip through my hair, fingers dig into my neck, pulling me deeper under her spell.

I grip at her polo and push it up to expose her breasts. She backs up a few steps, and my lips chase hers until she stops when her ass hits the massage table. I push her bra up to join her shirt, and the heavy weight of her breasts welcomes my touch. “I missed you.”

She groans as I run the pad of my thumb along her nipple. “This is wrong.”

“Shhh.” I dip down and flick the firm peak with my tongue. “It’s right. It’s always been right.”

Her delicate hands glide up my chest and around my neck, holding me to her as I shower her breasts with attention. “Kill.”

I growl in approval at the hungry way she says my name, then cup her between her legs. “You want me here?”

“I…” She shakes her head, but her body arches into my touch.

“I need you to say the words. I need to hear you.”

“Yes.” The single word comes out on a heated breath.

I slide my hands into her tight pants and push them, along with her panties, down to her ankles. That one word pushed off the last of her reservations, and she eagerly toes off her shoes and kicks her clothes off her feet as I remove the shirt and bra. I pull the elastic band that holds her hair back, and her silky hair falls free over her shoulders.

“I dreamed about you, about how you’d look after a year without seeing you. The dreams were incredible and yet not even close to how beautiful you really are.” I scoop her up to place her back on the table, and she parts her legs in invitation. My gaze devours her from the way her dark hair splays across the white sheets to the tips of her blue-painted toes.

“Killian, I want this, but—”

I smother her lips, cutting off her protest before she can talk herself out of it. Whatever her objection is to us being together, her body doesn’t agree as is evident when I move to the spot between her legs.

We moan in pleasure together until she’s writhing against me. I need more, need to be deep inside her, losing myself to her.

“Ah, f*ck.”

“What?” Her chest is rising and falling with the power of her breath.

I drop my forehead to her chest, kissing her breasts. “No condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

My eyes dart to hers.

“After the…um…” She shakes her head, and I drop a soft kiss to her lips.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“As long as you’re clean.”

“I am.” I lick at her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t come near you if it was even a question. You know that, right?”

Her fingers dance through my hair. “Yes, I know that.”

We sink into the pleasure of each other’s lips, and she reaches between my legs to touch me over my shorts.

I hiss as the heat of her palm presses against me. “Missed those hands.”

“They missed you too.” She strokes me into a frenzy, and before I know it, I’m naked and crawling onto the massage table.

She welcomes me between her legs, and the second we make contact we both suck in a breath as her heat envelops me. I grit my teeth and edge in slowly, terrified of hurting her, and the sensation is beyond imaginable. Little by little we come together completely, her chest pressed to mine so much I can feel her heart pounding against my ribs.

I slide my arms beneath her back, my hands coming up behind her to grip her head. I ease out and in with intentional strokes, savoring every lick of pleasure she coaxes from me.

“Yes.” Her chin tilts to capture my lips, and I kiss her with the intensity of a man starved for a year.

Our movements turn feverish in an explosion of emotion from a year of being apart. This isn’t the slow connection I was hoping for, but we’re too lost in each other to go slow, giving in to the passion that burns hot between us. Her breath hitches with every thrust until she cries out so loud I cover her mouth with mine. She bites and sucks on my lips as I work her through her orgasm, only sending my own to crash in behind hers.