Mercenary For Hire Chapter 10 Part 3.1
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Disclaimer: Part 3.1 contain nsfw content and themes for 18+ audience. If you can’t read Smut please skip to Part 3.2 : https://www.tumblr.com/carmasi/716162892970541056/mercenary-for-hire-chapter-10-prt-32?source=share
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Heat trailed down her body at every touch, every soft kiss he deposited down her neck, every caress his callouses fingers made up and down her body. Her laced nightgown lifted up to her hips when his hand found their way down and up her sides, and with his thumb held tight on the dip of her hips to keep her in place, massaging gently as they pushed down eliciting her arousal. She hadn't noticed her hips started to buckle on their own to his touch. Just how desperate had she become? But he did, he noticed every shift in her breathing, every soft sigh that escaped her lips, every movement she made, every gentle moan she let out, at the feeling of his lips down her neck, down her collarbone, above her peaked breast over her gown.
“Kyrius” Again, his voice more than anything a growl of desire and passion entangled together in one single sentence. Her name. She couldn't help but to feel aroused at the sound of it. By now he had positioned himself between her legs as they lay in bed, and she had wrapped one of her own legs around his waist firmly. She held in her breath as she noticed her nightgown continued to riddle up her hip and reveal her light colored undergarment, he smirked at the sound of a gasp caught on her throat, and at the hint of her embarrassment, of her knowing he saw her. His hand trailing upward, higher and under the light material of her night dress.
Her hand delicate and small, wrapped around his neck pulling on him closer, while he kissed her, and his, continued their journey up her body, her soft cold perfect skin. She started to cling to the shirt he wore, wrapping her finger around the fabric digging her nail in desperately. If he got to see her, it was only fair she saw him too. Her hands raked down his back, and held on to the top as she tugged on it upwards and he stopped. Pulling back a top of her, he contemplated the woman beneath him, the shine of the moonlight on her skin, the red think of her lips from their kisses, the almost invisible mark he left throughout her neck. He pulled his top off himself, before falling back down to meet her lips.
“Is that what you wanted?” he groaned against her lips, his voice hoarse and deep, and his hand traveled under her gown now cupping her breast. She whimpered before nodding slowly, her breathing now shown in the air around them. You’d think for a man his size, of his profession he’d be rougher, but no, his touch was featherly, gentle and precise, as he rubbed and massaged her breast and already peaked nipple. It makes her breath caught at the feeling. Her own body reacting and her skin tingled, her core heated. Such a pool of desired building up so close to her core. She had to bite her lip when he nibbled down one of her breasts and played with the other “Wright..” she whispered as her breathing became irregular to his touch, and her gown now went up her head and was thrown somewhere in the room.
Her heart racing a million miles per second, how could he have such a hold on her? how could her body react in such a way by a simple flick of his tongue? How come her body became so sleek for him? She let out a squeak, feeling as he tugged on her under garment below with his free hand, and she gasped when the bare skin of his hand reached her center. Showing him just how much damage he’d done, just how much she wanted him. It wasn’t enough though. Not nearly enough, not for him to take her fully. Nonetheless he smirked before taking her lips in his again. His hand moved to trace the lips of her center and play just enough with the bundle that sat atop her cunt. Kyrius’s back arched and her body trembled, but he didn’t let go, didn’t go easy on her as he continued his work tracing circles around it, not gently but neither harshly. “Wright!” she moaned, while her body continued to shake in his grasp, but he frowned, he didn’t like her calling him that, now here.
His finger continued to trace the length of her lips and play with the rush of humidity that flushed down her thighs. “Killian”. He whispered in her ears, and she looked at him in confusion, desire still glimmering in her eyes, before he kissed her cheek, lovingly, playfully, and he laughed softly. “My name, Is Killian”.
Finally, plunged a finger inside her, before she could respond and her entire body went into a shock. As if a whole surge of lighting coursed down her body , like a thousand lighting bolts had hit her all at once. She held on tight. Oh so tight to his arms, as she struggled to contain her voice to herself, while he went in and out of her with deadly precision as he reached exactly where he knew she’d go nuts.
A second finger accompanied the one already inside her, while his thumb. gosh his dam thumb. Wouldn’t leave that bundle on top of her core alone, and it was driving her into a frenzy she didn’t know could overcome her the way it did.
She looked at him pleading, as she panted and he increased the pace, in and out, thrusting faster and faster, before her whole body shuddered and released clench around his fingers. His own arousal now rubbed against his pants, constricted painfully against them. She could feel him pressed against her hips before, but now. She could tell just how much awaited her.
She pulled him down to kiss him and her hand found the buttons on his pants. Her small delicate, cold hands against his skin, felt more like a kindle on ice. She released his length from its prison, and he groaned “Tell me to stop and I will” he grunted against her lips. Last he wanted was for her to regret anything that happened here. If she did, he didn’t know how he’d even take it, how his heart would take it.
“Why would I ask you to?” he blink. He wasn’t expecting that, and his cock twitched, just by that statement alone.
His hand made quick work of her bottom half and she felt him pressed against her. She ready herself but a scream, not a moan, left her lips when she found him pushing fully inside her. He halted. “fuck” he growled ready to pull out of her and call it a day, but she stopped him, her legs lock around his middle “Keep going..” It had been so long since she last invited a man into her bed, and He had been an upgrade over the ones she’d had before. It took her a minute to adjust to the length of his member, the thickness of it against her inner walls. Gosh he was bigger than she thought.
He gulped, scared to move, but her legs around him forced him to. She struggled to hold her voice in and held tightly to his biceps as he went in, and out, thrusting into her so painfully slow, he drove her nuts. “I’m not going to break..” she breathes gently, in an attempt to ease his worries, to have him speed up. He kissed her softly on the lips before he whispered. “Promise me” he asked, scared she would indeed break under him. But a smile, her sweet bright smile, reassured him, and a kiss sealed the deal, a wild passionate kiss from her, as her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer.
He held tighter to her side and increased the pace from before, their hips soon fell into a rhythm. The hold she had on his hips loosen as she felt her leg tremble at her impending climax. He wanted to finish with her, he wanted to satisfied her, he didn’t want to finished here, not inside the woman so he held on, he held on until her wall clench tight around his member and her fingers where buried deep in the sheets, her back arched and her head thrown back from the pleasure she felt when she finally found release.
He breathed in before pulling back and out of her, as he held firmly on the tip of his cock and groaned, “Shit” he cursed, looking at the liquid spread in his hand then up at her. She tilted her head to the side, she wasn’t expecting him to finish outside. As she sat on her thighs on the bed and looked at him, her lace bra was still on. She chuckle “Silly mercenary…” Kyrius crawled closer and wrapped her hand around his neck, his hand held out not wanting to soil her body with his seed. Her lips pressed over his before she rested her head on his bare chest.
His eyes drew down looking at her in disbelief. But she just looked up and smiled, that bright warmth smile he’d come to love. “what?” she whispered tiredly, almost innocently. He shook his head, and moved to find his shirt to clean up the seed in his palms, before finally wrapping his arms around her body and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Killian…” his heart skipped a bit hearing his name on her lips, not his mercenary name, his name. “ I ” she couldn’t bring herself to say the words, she’d been burnt so many times before whenever she said them.
“I love you..” he whispered, her eyes open wide at the words, she choked up, and looked up from where her head rested on his chest. She almost cried, before she threw herself at him and hugged him so tight he almost fell back on his back, a smile tugged at his side, and he wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his head on her hair, taking in her sweet honey scent, he loved her, and she accepted that.