Kane's Ransom: A BWWM Mafia Romance Novel (25 page)

Alicia lifted her hips up so that Killian could peel her jeans down off of her legs. He kissed each inch of newly revealed skin, leaving little spots of dampness running down her thighs and legs. She could already feel herself growing wet and ready between her legs, wanting him. When she lifted her head up a little to gaze down at the man crouching on the carpet beside the couch, she could see his cock, big and thick and heavy, hanging down between his legs.

She wanted it, more than anything else in the world.

A second later, Killian climbed back up on top of her, his dick now hanging down between his thighs and brushing against her. She shivered with desire, grabbing him around the neck and trying to pull him down. He moved as she wished, dropping down so that his chest bumped against her breasts, squashing them flatter between their bodies.

"Oh, please," Alicia begged in his ear, spreading her legs wide and inviting him in. All of her worry, all of her stress, was washing away. She knew that, as soon as he entered her, she wouldn't be able to think of anything else but him.

He grunted back as he kissed at her neck, bit at her earlobe almost hard enough to draw blood. His breath splashed hotly against her bare skin. His hands pulled her up against him, sliding over her as he searched for a handhold.

With his hips descending, she could feel him now, pushing against her entrance. His body strained to enter her, and she knew that, if she could read his thoughts, they'd be a swirling firestorm of desire. When he arched his back slightly to gaze down into her eyes, the usual withdrawn, careful intelligence no longer shone out.

Instead, she saw the powerful, savage beast within, the hungry desiring animal that wanted her body, needed to take her in that primeval manner that all animals had shared in for millions of years. She felt that same hunger answered, reflected, inside her own body as it ached for his powerful claim.

"Alicia," Killian whispered. Just her name, no other words.

But in that single sound, she heard all his feelings for her, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were true, that they ran all the way down to the depths of his soul.

"Killian," she whispered back, delighted to hear those same emotions reflected in her own voice, as well. Only now, as she looked back at him, did she realize just how much she wanted him, even beyond in a sexual manner. She felt like she stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the great distance over which she was about to plunge.

And a second later, as Killian's hips moved downwards, against her, she took that plunge.

For just a moment, resistance, an impediment to him. She felt him butt up against her, slowed, not wanting to inflict pain on her. He wanted to be gentle, to be slow and kind in case she was about to break like a fragile porcelain doll.

But Alicia wasn't fragile. She grabbed at him, pulled him down closer, deeper, needing him to dominate her and show her his strength.

Killian got the message, and pushed in more strongly. Alicia's lips parted, and she gasped out helplessly for air as she felt him move inside her. So big! She'd never imagined that she'd feel him so strongly, that she could sense every tiny little movement! Her body cried out in pain and protest, but her mind overrode all pain, demanding more, demanding that she take it all!

For a moment, she felt herself teetering on the edge of pain, biting her lip to keep from screaming. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to go through with it. It hurt too much, maybe he should pull out - but she knew that she had to keep going, through the pain and pleasure mixed together, until-

And then, suddenly, he stopped.

He was all the way inside her. She'd taken him.

Chapter twenty-nine

As the realization hit her, Alicia opened her eyes wide, gazing into Killian's, just inches away.

Brown eyes met blue eyes, and understanding, realization, happiness, all passed between them.

Blue eyes hesitated, concerned. Alicia's brown eyes told them that they were welcome, that she could handle him, that she wanted him. She reached up and pulled him closer, bringing those blue eyes in closer.

Blue eyes crinkled in a smile, took in her pleasure, promising to reflect and amplify and magnify it. Killian's strong hands tightened around her, pulling him deeper inside of her, holding her as he slid back and forth, his hips rising and falling as he moved back and forth. Alicia gasped as she felt him, felt his increased presence as he filled her, but she didn't look away, kept his gaze.

At first, when he'd entered her, she had felt pain. But now, now that she could feel her body adjusting to him inside of her, the pain shrank, ebbed away and instead replaced by pleasure, a bright little spark that quickly grew towards a raging inferno.

"Are you okay?" Killian whispered, his eyes still surprisingly gentle even as he rocked back and forth on top of her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I'm okay," she replied, grinning, feeling a new burst of surprised delight that he cared enough to ask, even as he took her. "Come on, you big man! Is this the best you can give me?"

The challenge slipped out of her lips before she could bite it back, but she saw Killian's eyes widen - and then tighten into a wicked grin. "Don't tempt me," he warned her, although his smile took the sting out of his words.

"Tempt you? I thought you'd be as dominating in bed as well, I imagined!" Alicia teased him.

"Well, I was going to take things slow... but maybe I should give you everything I've got, just to show you what you were missing out on." Killian kept the grin, but Alicia felt his movements quicken, growing stronger, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Before long, the whole couch rocked as their two bodies came together, and the hotel room filled with the sounds of skin on skin contact! Killian was panting a little, now, but he still wore that teasing, cocky grin as he took her, as he slammed up and down on her and drove her legs apart, drove himself deep inside.

But Alicia took him - and her mind exulted in the thrill, the rush, of this new shared experience. He felt so good, so powerful inside her, and she wanted to swallow him all up, enfold his strong, thrusting masculinity in her soft femininity and make him hers!

After another few minutes, when she next looked up past the man on top of her, she realized with a start that her view had changed! Alicia realized that Killian's thrusting had pushed the whole couch back, until the sofa was nearly at the entrance to the bedroom!

They might as well go all the way, she thought, with another thrill of desire and arousal.

Alicia reached up and pushed Killian back, shivering as she felt his hard, wet length slide out of her. A glance down revealed his erection, glistening with wetness - her juices, she realized with delight! - and still rock hard, wanting to get back inside her as soon as she'd permit it.

Instead of opening up her body to take him again, Alicia beamed with happy, orgasmic glee - and then vaulted over the back of the sofa, dashing into the bedroom with a wiggle of her bare ass. She didn't need to look behind to know that Killian was pursuing her with hunger in his blue eyes.

Alicia landed on the bed, spun around, and dodged nimbly to the side as soon as Killian threw himself onto the bed alongside her. Before the startled man could move, she climbed on top of him, throwing her leg over his waist and straddling him.

"Now, it's my turn!" she exclaimed, one hand already sliding down between her thighs to grasp the man's slick cock and guide it back up to her entrance.

Killian didn't protest, but his hands did reach around to grab her ass, squeezing her cheeks first together, and then apart, as she settled down with him sliding back inside of her. At first, Alicia moved gingerly, scared of this spear poking up inside her, but her movements became more fluid and enjoyable as she learned how shifting her body awoke new sensations from where the two of them came together.

Soon, her speed increased from slow circles up to bouncing up and down, dropping herself down to push Killian's cock all the way inside her at the apex of each thrust! She felt her breath coming raggedly, panting with exertion, but she couldn't stop. So close, now! She could feel that oncoming wave inside of her, growing ever stronger, about to burst-

Her orgasm hit her, more intensely than she'd ever believed possible.

For a second, Alicia felt her eyes widen as the rush of pleasure swept over her. She felt her body slump forward, almost whacking Killian in the face as she just barely caught herself to avoid tipping over! Her hair tumbling down around her shoulders, she panted as she tried to ride out the orgasm.

It wasn't easy - especially when she felt Killian twitch his hips beneath her! "Oh god," she gasped out, shaking. Her toes curled up on the bed, pinching at the comforter. She could barely even focus on holding herself up, feeling as though she was about to pass out from the intense rush!

Oh god, it had never felt this good when she did it by herself! Even her most powerful orgasm in the tub, the one that left her breathless and panting, didn't hold a candle to this one. The sensation toed the line between ecstasy and pain, and she felt as though she balanced on a knife's edge between a blizzard and a firestorm. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave running through her!

And then finally, almost mercifully, it started to ebb.

Alicia slumped down, her breasts pressing against Killian's body beneath her as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh my god," she gasped out again, her brain feeling like a scrambled egg. How could she have gone so long, spent so much of her life, without experiencing an orgasm shared with another person like this?

Killian gently but firmly lifted her up, grinning as he looked up at her face. "Good, huh?" he asked, smiling even as his hips kept on pumping beneath her, sliding his length in and out. She felt the wetness of her orgasm coating him, making his movements easy and smooth as he filled her.

She nodded, still breathing heavily. "Good doesn't even begin to describe it," she said, shaking her head. "I can't believe it could feel like that!"

Killian's grin widened, until he was beaming, almost laughing at her - and unexpectedly, Alicia found herself laughing as well! For a good minute, both of them laughed, even as their naked bodies still moved together.

And then, as the laughter finally ebbed away, they once again started to pick up the pace, coming together with renewed intensity.

This time, Alicia thought to herself as she slid her hips back and forth, feeling Killian's cock come sliding in and out of her, she was going to make him be the one to orgasm. She looked down, watching as her black skin moved over the lighter skin of his abs and hips, watching his pink cock slide into her pink pussy. She connected the movements she saw to the sensations she felt, saw how she could move her body to push his rod against new areas and feel the difference.

And she also observed how, when she moved in a certain way, Killian's face screwed up as he tried to bite back pleasure of his own.

As she realized how to move, Alicia grinned, sensing a shift in control. Before, Killian had led the charge; he'd been the leader in the dance, and she had followed. But now, she had the chance to take the lead - and she did so.

Alicia leaned forward, dangling her breasts down so that they bumped lightly against Killian's face. He kissed at her, but she used her thighs to slide all the way up and down him, feeling him about to pop out of her before she reversed direction and took him all the way inside her once again.

She heard him groan, and realized with a start that he wasn't going to last much longer. Any second now, Killian was about to orgasm!

And to her amazement, Alicia found herself wanting, more than anything, to bring the man to his conclusion. Now, riding him and in control, she realized that she held all the power. Despite how Killian had taken her, how he'd pushed her down, stripped her, plunged himself deep inside her, she was the one who could now decide whether he reached his climax, or if he would leave empty-handed.

She knew what she wanted to give him.

One orgasm definitely wouldn't be enough to repay this man for all that he'd done for her, but it was a start. And she truly wanted to share it with him, to stay with him for as long as she could imagine, to always be his and know that he'd always look at her with that desire in his eyes, with memories in his heart of all the times they'd already shared, that they would share and might do together in the future.