His thick tongue pushed past her teeth and drew in the soft inner flesh. Killian’s breath carried a faint saltiness. And the bright scent of champagne. She was no different, she supposed.

Her pulse beat hard. Breath came in short bursts. The wet, slick sounds of tangled flesh filled her ears. She couldn’t gather herself at all. And this was only the beginning, only a kiss. She gripped the front of his shirt where her palm rested, and the fabric crumpled under her fingers.

Hot and soft. His tongue swept through her mouth, then his lips moved to her earlobe.

“…… Mmh.”

Her breath slipped away on its own. His tongue working her earlobe and the shell of her ear was already enough to drive her mad, and then Killian’s large hand closed firmly over her chest. He found the peak through the layers of undergarment and fabric in one motion and dragged his fingertips across it.

“Ah……!”

The already warm air grew stickier.

Killian pulled her dress down along with the undergarment cupping her chest in a single motion and buried his face between her br*asts. The sight of him rubbing his nose against her and drinking in her scent was startlingly obscene.

The way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked was the same. Anais couldn’t look any longer and squeezed her eyes shut.

After taking his fill of her scent, he took a pink peak into his mouth. He teased the tiny cleft with the tip of his tongue, rolling it gently, and a wet sound broke from her lips.

“Ahh…… Mm.”

He didn’t neglect the other side. He caught her n*pple between his fingers and kneaded it with firm pressure, working it like dough. He squeezed and rolled the n*pple caught between his fingers as he worked.

Anais tipped her head back. With her eyes closed, every sensation sharpened. Wherever his tongue, his hands, his breath landed, it felt like sparks catching fire.

Unable to help herself, she reached up and pulled his head toward her. Killian’s hair slipped softly between her fingers. He breathed a satisfied laugh against her chest.

He nipped lightly with his teeth, careful not to hurt her, then sucked hard enough to make a loud sound, and kept alternating. Then he dragged his tongue slowly over her again, pointed the tip, and moved as though pressing into the cleft of her n*pple.

“Mmhh…… Mm!”

Her whole body felt like it was melting. The heat of the warm summer night, the haze rising from somewhere deep inside her, the man’s wet, hot mouth and tongue.

It was a dizzying feeling she never knew before. The kind that made her feel like her mind might go, like something kept itching and she needed to scratch it but couldn’t find where. Whatever this was, swelling and swelling without breaking, it felt like only the large man covering her could resolve it. The sensation was so overwhelming that tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

He was only holding her chest, only that one pink peak, and yet she felt like she was being consumed whole.

“Mmh……! Ah, mm, hh……”

His lips pulled away. Her body, still trembling with the aftershock, went slack as the tension left it. Her chest was covered in red and pink marks. All of them Killian’s. His marks. He was probably the first to ever leave marks like these on her. Anais was even quite clumsy at kissing.

Something he never once thought he’d enjoy. He never understood what was good about being with a woman for the first time. But the single fact that he was getting her first was enough to make him painfully hard. He wanted to push inside her right now, wanted to drive into her.

Killian’s throat worked roughly, and then a breath heavy with suppressed desire finally broke through his lips. Instead of entering her right away, he pulled her lips back to his. He tilted his nose to the side and kissed her deeper.

Moving very slowly, the hand that stroked her ankle traveled up to the back of her knee and along her inner thigh. He felt Anais’s tense body go rigid. Had he ever been with a woman this carefully, this considerately? And yet the strangest part was that he didn’t mind it. When he stopped moving, Anais tried to press her legs together. Killian let out a short laugh.

Not to hide.

“More.”

The low, dropped word brought Anais’s pale blue eyes to Killian. Her reddened lids were unfocused, wet with the pleasure he gave her. Killian felt a satisfaction that ached in his chest as his fingers moved slowly over her underwear. He felt her draw a sharp breath. Still, she didn’t stop him. Damp and slick. Killian pressed short, repeated kisses to her full red lips.

“Open up.”

Moisture was seeping through the fabric. When Anais went loose, Killian spread her thighs wide, pushed the underwear aside, and slipped a finger into her slick entrance. Tight, warm, and tight again. He swallowed the curse that nearly came out and laughed in disbelief.

“Well, would you look at this……”

He worked the entrance a few times, then moved his hand a little higher and found the small bud. Anais let out a scream-like cry at that instant.

“Mmhh! Ah, ah, Killian……!”

Killian didn’t answer and moved his fingers faster. The slick fl*id running down his hand dripped to the floor, drop by drop, and saliva slipped from between Anais’s lips. Her hips kept jerking upward.

“Kil, Killian…… I don’t think, ah, this is……”

“No, I think this is exactly right.”

He wrapped his other arm around her waist to hold her in place and moved his hand even faster. It was purely to bring her pleasure to its peak. She needed to get there once before what came next would go smoothly.

Anais felt like everything in front of her eyes shattered white. The extreme pleasure curled her toes and made rational thought completely impossible. An urgent pressure built and she shook her head against it. She gripped his arm like a lifeline and cried out in a broken whimper. The feeling of her body floating in midair came over her, and then everything in front of her eyes shattered white again.

“Ah, ah…… ahh, mm!”

Instead of the thick, viscous slick from before, something thinner and more watery gushed out in waves. The trembling woman’s body went limp. Ragged, panting breaths mixed with m*ans.

“Well done, Anais.”

Killian pressed his lips along the fine, quivering line of her shoulder and said it like praise. She cried beautifully. Beautifully enough that he wanted to make her wetter and more undone.

Even as her body melted and went soft, the entrance still clenched around the single finger inside her like it wanted to sever it. She still seemed unsatisfied. Killian stripped the dress off her with barely restrained force and knelt down before the woman half-collapsed on the table.

“Kil, Killian……?”

Killian spread her legs and pinned her inner thighs firmly in place. His violet gaze went to her s*x. It fluttered open and closed, slick trailing down into the cleft of her backside as it readied itself for him. The trembling, seemingly from embarrassment, only pushed his desire further. Enough that Killian, who didn’t usually prefer this, brought his lips there without hesitation.

He used his tongue broadly to taste her, then pushed it inside her entrance.

“Mmh, hahh. Mm…… Kil, Killian……!”

The more he did it, the more he wanted to keep doing it, and Anais seemed completely unaware of that. He had no intention of telling her. Hearing his name called in that pleasure-soaked, tearful voice was quite something. He blew a breath against her and she trembled again.

Killian hooked her slender legs over his shoulders and found her cl*t, sucking hard. He pressed her rising hips back down and held the pressure.

“Ahh…… st, stop…… it’s really strange…… mmhh!”

It was completely different from when his fingers worked her. The stimulation from his hot, soft tongue teasing her and then drawing her into his mouth was far stronger than before and kept going. Anais began to sob without realizing it.

“Mm, ah…… ah……”

Barely a few broken sounds, and then she peaked again. The pleasure past its limit left her with no idea what to do with herself. Her hips twisted in a spasm. At the same moment, an unfamiliar intrusion entered her.

Killian’s finger. He moved it back and forth a few times, gauging her, then added a second. It felt tight but far better than before. Killian looked down at himself, straining against his trousers. Still, that won’t work yet.

Moving to the bedroom like this was out of the question either. He genuinely felt like he might burst.

“Anais.”

She trembled at his voice. An absurdly sensitive woman. He laughed quietly, stroked her shoulder, looked at her wet entrance, and turned her over. He heard her startled intake of breath.