A Vow of Forever by Lylah James

CHAPTER TWO

Julianna

Our lips parted and I was dazed, my mind reeling. He swept me up in his arms and my heart raced as he carried me away, carefully. Delicately. As if he was carrying the most precious cargo in his arms. Our guests laughed and Killian? He was grinning.

“I’m not waiting for our reception,” he said arrogantly. “You’re getting deliciously fucked tonight, Princess. I’ve waiting long enough.”

“You only waited for twelve hours,” I shot back, but I couldn’t deny that this was indeed long enough.

“Twelve fucking hours.”

I rolled my eyes and my stomach fluttered again. I cupped my stomach, caressing the tiny swell of my pregnant belly. Was it the baby?

No, it was too early for that. I was barely eleven weeks along. So that fluttering was definitely butterflies in my stomach. No, it was a whole zoo. My husband had me swooning. Again.

Killian carried me inside and up the stairs to our room. Once we were inside, he allowed me to my feet and I stood on shaky legs as he practically tore off his suit jacket, dropping it on the floor at our feet. His black shirt came off next, joining his suit jacket on the floor.

My gaze slid over his wide, muscular chest and rippling abs. His body was a work of art; proof of hours and hours of dedication in the gym. My throat went dry at the sight of him like this, even though I had seen his bare chest countless of times. I was well acquainted with my husband’s body but every time, I ached for him just as the same very first time.

“Get undressed, Julianna.” There was a warning tone in his voice, as if he was hanging on thin thread and was barely containing himself.

I lifted my chin, feeling haughty and pursed my lips at him. “Or you could undress me.”

If he could be so arrogantly demanding, then I could be dangerously bold.

His eyes darkened and his lips curled in a sexy smirk. He unbuckled his belt as he stalked closer to me. The way he prowled forward, with such confidence, it was almost like he was hunting me. A wild, savage animal fixating on its prey.

Except, I was very much willing.

I took a step back, because the idea of him chasing me had adrenaline pumping through my veins. Though I knew I wouldn’t get far with my limp, I still tried to escape him when he reached toward me.

His chest rumbled with a harsh sound; a growl when his fingers brushed against my arms but I was already taking a few steps back. Away from him.

“Julianna,” he warned slowly.

“Yes?” I responded, ever so innocently.

“Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

He scowled. “I need you.”

“Then, take me.”

Killian lurched forward and I barely even got a chance to squeak before his arm curled around me and he tugged me into his body. My fingers splayed over his bare chest and a laugh bubbled from my throat. “So impatient.”

“Brat,” he rasped under his breath. “I told you this once, and I’ll tell you again – I know how to tame a brat, Princess.”

“Maybe tomorrow. You promised me that I’m getting deliciously fucked tonight.”

“Tonight, I need my cock inside you. Right fucking now. Need to feel your snug pussy squeezing–”

I let out a choked sound and he chuckled, his hot breath tickling the side of my face. “You’re flushed and shaking.”

“Less words, more action,” I whispered.

He turned me around, so my back was against his chest. My veil and tiara came off first. Then, his hand went to my side and he slowly unzipped my dress. “As you wish, wife.”

Killian’s lips grazed my bare shoulders in a soft kiss. He touched me so tenderly, it made my heart ache. I missed this.

His touch.

His kisses.

He wasn’t the cruel man I married anymore, but he was the Killian I fell in love with.

His lips moved south, kissing a careful path down my shoulder blades. My dress was backless, so he had all the access to my bare skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess,” my husband rasped, his voice hard and gravelly.

I wished I believed his words. My face itched, the skin feeling like it had been stretched tight over my bones. “My scars–”

“You’re beautiful even with your scars,” Killian interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. As if he could read my mind. As if he knew about all my insecurities without me even having to say them out loud. “You’re goddamn breathtaking because of your scars.”

“Killian,” I breathed.

I let my hands fall to my sides, where I was holding my dress to my breasts. The ivory wedding gown pooled at my feet, leaving me almost fully naked.

“Julianna,” Killian groaned against my flushed skin. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I fear it’s dangerously close to obsession.”

“The feeling is mutual, husband.”

“Good.” His fingers slid over my bare skin, up my hips and then my arms. I shivered at his featherlight touch.

He was teasing me and so, I begged. “Touch me.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

Was he serious right now? “Wherever you want,” I practically pleaded.

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for, Julianna. Where do you want me to touch you? Tell me.”

My body was so hot and aching and my core pulsated between my legs, so needy for him. I couldn’t think straight. “I – my lips. Kiss me.”

“Gladly,” he said, his voice gritty with lust.

And then he was sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. I let out a squeal when he dropped me on the bed. He knelt by the bed and tugged on my legs, drawing me closer to the edge. His fingers curled around my panties and his lips twitched, before he ripped them off.

My gasp was quickly replaced by a shaky moan when Killian wedged his wide shoulders between my thighs.

Our eyes met as he slowly lowered his head to my sex, where I was dripping and pulsing with need.

My heart thudded so hard I thought it’d spill out of my chest. His fingers brushed over wet folds, before spreading me open. I quivered in response. He was meticulously slow, almost like he was teasing me into feeling him.

When his thumb finally grazed my clit, I whimpered. I was so hypersensitive and his calloused touch was driving me utterly crazy. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach, hot and needy – as my arousal leaked out of me, coating my inner thighs and the bedsheets.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. “I asked you to kiss… my lips.”

“I am,” he simply said before lowering his mouth over my sex. The moment his lips were on my flesh, my back bowed off the bed and a moan spilled from my throat.

“Holy shit!”

His chest rumbled with a low growl and I felt that against my pussy. Killian had gone down on me, way too many times for me count – and I was speechless every time. I didn’t know what I liked the most. His mouth or his cock.

Right now, it was his mouth.

Maybe later, I’d be begging for his–

My stomach tightened when his tongue circled around my clit and the teeth grazed that tiny bundle of nerves.

My mind went blank as Killian took his sweet time, lapping at my sex leisurely. His tongue probed my entrance but he didn’t push inside. Instead, he licked and sucked. Not leaving any part of me untouched.

“Killian,” I choked. My fingers gripped his hair, in frantic need. Fire licked through my veins and I was hanging dangerously close over the edge of the cliff, dangling at the precipice of orgasm.

He worked my hardened nub between his lips, and then his teeth – tormenting me until it got painful and I was strung tight, my muscles tightening with the various sensations running through my body.

He sucked my clit between his lips, soothing the ache that his teeth left and I almost sobbed in response. “Killian, please.”

My eyes fluttered close.

My husband was killing me.

And maybe it’d be a sweet, sweet death.

But God, I needed…

I needed more.

My back arched off the bed when he shoved a finger inside me. My core pulsed and I clenched around him, instinctively. My thighs tightened around his head when he pushed a second thick digit inside me. I clamped around his fingers, desperate to keep him where he was. Desperate for him to move. For him to grant me release.

“Killian. Killian!”

My whimpers rang like desperate pleas as his tongue and fingers worked together, in simultaneously agreement at tormenting me.

I throbbed.

It hurt. It was a good hurt though.

I bit back on my lips as I grew closer to my release, feeling it in the way my body quivered. There was a sharp sting on my clit; my eyes snapped open and my lips parted with a silent scream.

I bucked against his mouth and fingers, my orgasm washing over me like a hurricane.

His tongue ravaged me, lapping at my wetness.

He groaned in response.

Killian worshipped me on his knees and I was utterly spent.

“Holy shit,” I gasped.

He lifted his head from between my thighs and our eyes met – his dark and hungry. “There’s nothing holy about this, Princess.”

“I – you,” I cleared my throat and swallowed down my whimper. “I said lips. To kiss my lips.”

His lips, wet and glistening from my release, twitched. “You didn’t specify.”

“You’re an impossible man.”

I released his hair and curled my hands around his shoulders, pulling him forward so that he was hovering over me. Killian settled his hips between my thighs and I wrapped my ankles around the back of his thighs.

He brushed his lips over mine and then shoved his tongue into my mouth. My eyes closed and I chose to feel him. To feel this kiss. I could taste my own release on his tongue as he kissed me. Hard. Unrelenting. All-consuming.

This.

All of this.

I loathed all the time we lost because of my cruel mistakes, but when he kissed me like this, I didn’t care. Because we finally found our way back together. Nothing else mattered.

I felt his hand between our bodies and then his thick member was pressing against my core. He rubbed his length up and down my folds, coating himself with my juices.

The tip of him pressed against my clit and I sucked in a shuddering breath.

Killian thrust inside, slowly, filling me completely. My core clenched around the hard intrusion and my walls stretched around the thickness of his length, to accommodate him.

He pulled out fully before shoving back inside. When my back arched off the bed, he lowered his body over mine, pressing me back into the mattress.

“Killian,” I breathed. I throbbed between my legs, pulsing with insistent need.

My husband found his pace, each thrust dragging a desperate moan from my throat. His grunts were deep and primal, feeding to the insatiable wanton need inside me.

My hands slid to his back, my nails digging into his skin. I clawed at his back and for a moment, I didn’t even care if I was leaving any marks.

Thrust.“You’re killing me,” he groaned. Thrust. “Do you hear how wet you are, Princess?” Thrust. “Your cunt is made for me. Made for my cock.” Thrust. “So fucking beautiful.”

With each hard stroke, his pelvis brushed against my clit and I writhed under him.

“Mine,” he grunted.

My breathing turned shallow. “Killian.”

He pumped inside me, once and twice. “Come. Fuck, baby. I need you with me.”

My body tightened and my lips slammed against his. I kissed him. I took this kiss, because it was mine to take.

This time, I wasn’t stealing a kiss in the dark, while he was unconscious and dreaming of my ghost. No, this time I took it because it was rightfully mine.

When I pulled back, my lips felt raw and my heart ached. But it was a good ache. I met his dark eyes, seeing the same love reflecting in the depth of his gaze.

His muscles corded; his body growing taunt and I could feel that fluttering in my stomach again. Killian pulled out fully before shoving back inside, with one hard and brutal thrust.

We found our release together, our bodies entwined, our heartbeats matching to the same rhythm. He came with a low grunt, filling me to the brim. Spent, he laid his forehead against me. We caught our breaths, as he remained buried inside me.

“Fuck,” Killian rasped, when his breathing was finally normal again. “The baby–”

“– is fine.”

“Goddamn it. You kill me, Julianna. You fucking kill me.”

My lips curled with a smile, because how could I not?