The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 101

One Hundred One: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The smirk could be heard in his words, and I pushed myself further against his hips. Killian growled lowly as my ass rubbed his hardness, and his hold on me only tightened in response.

"I will not beg for what is mine." His lips rubbed against mine, and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me. "I will not beg for something you willingly give me."

I smirked as he called my bluff. I was willing, so willing to give him anything he wanted. Everything about him called to me, begging me to always be closer, please him, and take anything he wanted to give me.

I didn't just love him. I adored him.

He was mine, forever.

The brief fear that I wouldn't be in control when he fucked me had me worried, but I pushed it down as I savored this moment with my mate. I trembled with want, desperate to take him as hard and deeply as possible.

He was right. It had been too long. I had shut myself off from him after the battle...after I committed mass murder.

My eyes fell shut as I also forced that thought to the back of my mind. I would not let that rule me. I had saved my people, and that was the job of a good leader. We had emerged victorious. I just needed to keep reminding myself of the justification for what I had done.

For now, I wanted to forget. I wanted Killian to consume me so thoroughly that I had no choice but to forget everything.

"It is yours,’ I whispered, nodding slightly as he let out a groan of approval. "I am yours.’ "Good girl."

I leaned back against his chest, gasping as he slid his other hand from my hip to my waistband, his fingers expertly unbuttoning and unzipping them with ease before letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric.

“Tell me what you want,’ Killian ordered as his teeth grazed over his mark on my neck, over his claim on me.

"I want you to touch me." My tongue slipped through my lips, wetting them anxiously as his hand went further beneath my panties. I moaned, my knees buckling as he moved between the lips of my pussy, grazing over my clit and moving to my entrance.

I knew exactly what he would find there. I was wet and wanting for him.

Killian's forehead landed on my shoulder as he let out a growl of pleasure. "You’re so fucking wet for me, my love. I love that I do this to you."

His fingers slid back up my slit, slick with my wetness. He stopped at my clit and began rubbing slow circles, toying with me. My hand wrapped around his forearm, enjoying the feeling of it flexing and moving as he continued to touch me.

My nails dug into his skin as I held him to me, wanting him closer and ensuring he wouldn't pull away until I reached my orgasm. His other hand moved from my neck to slide over my breasts, using his arm across my torso to hold me up as he cupped my breast.

My legs parted further as he stroked and rubbed the bundle of nerves between them, causing each breath I let out to be a low moan.

"That's it, baby. You smell so fucking good." Killian slid his tongue over my mark, making my hips jerks forward into his hand. I released a small whimper as he moved his fingers down, sliding two into me. The meaty part of his flesh beneath his thumb stayed locked on my clit, rubbing it with every thrust.

My thighs and hips trembled as I resisted my orgasm, wanting it to last longer. But the pleasure was too intense, and I cried out Killian's name as my walls tightened on his fingers.

My weight was on Killian as I pressed my body against his hand, wanting more. His arm holding me up still had a tight grasp on me, and I whimpered in pleasure as he pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

I wiggled against him as he stopped moving both hands, desperate for more. We had a week to make up for, and I wasn't going to stop until I had him inside me, even if I had to be the one to beg for it.

"Turn around, my mate.’ His deep voice sounded strained, but when I fluttered my eyes open and glanced at him over my shoulder, his black eyes told me he was still in complete control. I relaxed my grip on his forearm until he could pull his arm away from me.

I did as he asked, my chest brushing against his as I spun to face him. His finger slid across the tops of my breasts to the collar of my shirt before ripping it and my bra clean from my body. I stumbled against him, but he held me in place with his other arm wrapped around me and his hand on my ass cheek.

My eyes were locked on his mouth as he licked his lips, enjoying the sight of my bare breast pressed against him.

"Take off my clothes." His hand stayed on my ass, and I kept my hips pressed to his as I immediately unbuttoned his shirt. His hardness was against my stomach, and I couldn't help but rub against him slightly as I pulled his shirt over his shoulders. My fingers followed the fabric, exploring and dipping into every line of muscle as it did so.