The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 51

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 51

Fifty-One: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

My sleep was disrupted by warm hands sliding over the back of my bare thighs. The air hitting my skin as the heat of his touch left it and sent goosebumps to the surface. I bit back a moan as I smiled with my eyes closed.

Sparks erupted along every surface that he connected with, and I let out a low sleepy moan as his hot mouth placed a kiss just above the back of my knee. His hands continued their travels up and onto my ass. It was the gentle way that he rubbed his hands in circles, unintentionally spreading my cheeks a little each time that had me wiggling in his grip and waking up further.

He pressed down, squeezing my ass as he kissed his way up the back of my thighs, taking an extra moment to suck on the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh, and I knew I would have a hickey there later.

I didn’t need to worry about it. It would be under my clothes.

“You’re late,” I grumbled sleepily as I enjoyed his rough hands sliding up my back.

“Yes, my mate,” Killian responded, not bothering to apologize as we both knew he was dealing with work. Whatever Charlie had going on with the bear shifter, I was positive it was just another thing Killian had been

keeping bottled up and adding to his stress. I would get him to tell me about it later.

“Is everything okay now?” His tongue met the base of my spine, and I arched my back with my stomach pressed into the mattress and my chest up as he ran it a few inches up my flesh.

“Yes, my mate.”

a moment before the blurriness went away, and I was able to read the damn thing. It was just after

something about being with Killian that made it hard to be embarrassed. He knew every part of me, inside and out. He had

growl with this answer had me purring in pleasure as he covered me with his warm body and leaned down to

up onto his hands as I rolled beneath him before settling back down on

my hands and placed them on his chest, rubbing up and

one. But tonight, I want to make love to you.” Butterflies filled my stomach

kiss that sucked the air right out of my lungs and sent warmth between my legs. I

kissed my jaw before moving down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a loud moan when he reached the spot where his mark would lay. It was sensitive,

lace fabric of my bra. He was thorough as his hot tongue covered the hardened peak before pulling the fabric down with his teeth until it

attention to and covered it with his warm palm before focusing his mouth on my other breast. Jolts of pleasure between my legs from his assault on my sensitive peaks had

panties rubbed against his lower stomach as he continued to slide down my body, leaving a trail of

waistband, taking in a deep breath as he eyed my pussy through the material. “Fuck, baby. I like these.” His finger moved under the fabric over my hip before

nodded silently, my eyes widening as he ripped the fabric in half,

me as he continued to stare longingly at my pussy. “You are so fucking wet for

I was ready to cum on his chin. My pelvis was trembling as I gripped the sheets in my fists, pulling them up from the bed a few inches as my back arched. Killian growled against me,

the addition of the small vibration on his tongue, I found my hands releasing the sheets and gripping his hair firmly as I held him to me, my hips rocking back and forth against his mouth as I moaned his

him away from the sensitive nub. But as I looked down the valley of my breast at the dark brown-haired man between my legs,

said, the underlying rumble that slightly layered his voice had me ready to beg for him to forget about the plan to make love and to just climb

away from me, looking down between my legs with amazement. “Look at you. So perfect. So wet for me. You’re

puckered hole before lifting it back up. The smooth way he slid along my body told

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