The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed 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.

wetting them anxiously as his hand went further beneath my panties. I

he would find there. I was

growl of pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet for

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

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

as he stroked and rubbed the bundle of nerves between them, causing each breath

a small whimper as he moved his fingers down, sliding two into me. The meaty part of his flesh beneath his thumb stayed

wanting it to last longer. But the pleasure was too intense, and I cried out Killian’s

up still had a tight grasp on me, and

week to make up for, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had him inside me, even if I had to be

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

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

his mouth as he licked his lips, enjoying the

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

into a pout at the loss of contact. I placed my hands on his chest, looking up

of his hands grabbed my wrist and moved my fingers down his stomach to the button of his pants. “I didn’t tell you to

in their depths as his beast became more present. I wanted to taunt him, to ask him what he

my thumbs into his boxers, pulling them with his pants. My breasts slid along his torso as I dragged the fabric down his large, muscular thighs. His cock sprung free, and I looked up at him, holding his gaze as my breasts

me. My already throbbing clit pulsed with pleasure and need as I licked the tip of his cock before taking him in

of his large member, and his fingers laced in my hair as his hips rocked in time with me,

as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I pulled back, using my hand to grab as much of my saliva from his tip and dragging it down toward the base of his cock before taking him

with my mouth, and his growls and groans

to take him deeper, to suck harder, and to pump faster. His hand on my head pushed me down until he reached the back of my throat, and I gagged. My cheeks hollowed as he pulled

off and bend over

knees before him. He had given me an order, but a part of me wanted to sit there and watch him touch himself until he came on