“I don’t think I can come like this either.”

Her chest pressed against the table, the soft flesh spilling out enticingly. When she raised her hips, the curve of her slender waist stood out beautifully.

“You’re beautiful from behind too.”

Killian lingered for a moment, eyes moving over her body like he might devour it, then pressed her thighs together. He undid his trousers and stroked himself a few times, already leaking. He was just as wet.

“It won’t hurt. We’re on the balcony, so I’ll just do this much.”

He bent forward, licked along her flushed ear, and said it. Then he pushed himself between her thighs.

“Kil, Killian……?”

Killian caught her flailing arms and pinned them, then began to thr*st.

“Haah…… Anais.”

It wasn’t for pleasure. The whole point was just to take the edge off before moving to the bedroom, but even that was f*cking good. Genuinely f*cking good. He held her small body in place and drove into her relentlessly.

Her platinum hair swayed with his movements, and each time it fell aside, the white skin beneath was beautiful. The obscenely lewd sounds cutting through the hot air were the same.

“Mmh, haah, mm……”

Anais’s eyes were fixed on the night sea. The man kept pushing himself between her thighs and pulling back, over and over. Because he didn’t want to hurt her by going straight in, since it was her first time.

But even this felt too strange. A thick, large, hard length kept moving between her legs without stopping.

Even biting down hard on her lip, sounds she never imagined herself capable of making kept spilling out without end. She could feel how soaked she was, not just between her legs but all the way into the cleft of her backside. Her heart pounded wildly. She was almost afraid it might leap out of her chest.

Anais never did anything like this before. Even with Louis, to whom she was formally engaged, a light kiss was all there ever was. She knew tongues were involved in kissing, but she never knew it was something this raw, this savage.

This wasn’t a bedroom. No matter that the door was locked, it was an open space. And still she didn’t want to refuse. Even if he pushed her all the way here on this balcony, Anais would have gone along willingly.

When his movements made it impossible to think at all, he stopped. Hot liquid scattered across her white backside and thighs. His length pressing against her thigh still commanded an overwhelming presence.

Anais couldn’t bring herself to look at him directly. Her mind already felt half gone. But she knew. What they were doing hadn’t even started yet.

Killian wiped his traces from her legs and backside with a handkerchief. Anais let his hands do as they pleased without resistance. But her expectation that he would move them to the bedroom after cleaning her up turned out to be wrong. He knelt down again. Anais had to sob and cry her way through his f*replay starting all over again.

* * *

She lost count of how many times she peaked from his hands and tongue alone. Anais lay there gasping, barely any different from bare, and the man came to her and wrapped her in his outer jacket. The large jacket covered her completely. Once he confirmed that, Killian lowered himself and bent his head.

“Hold on.”

Anais wrapped her arms around his neck. Her light body lifted easily, and Killian held her without effort. His lips kept falling on her temple, her cheek, the top of her head.

She worried they might have to cross back through the ballroom, but the man took a different passage. He moved without hesitation, pushed open a door, and stepped inside. By the time they reached the bed, Anais was bare.

Killian laid her on the bed and undid his shirt. His large body, upper half now bare, came over her. In an instant she was covered by his shadow.

He laced his fingers through hers and held her hand firmly. Even that small contact sent a tingling all the way to her toes. Seeming to know it perfectly well, Killian smiled. He pressed his lips to each of her fingertips and spoke.

“Anais.”

“……”

“A woman who’s a first for me is also a first.”

Her eyes narrowed at the absurd statement and found his. His violet eyes held laughter too.

“I might be a little clumsy.”

The man said it without looking clumsy in the slightest. Anais let out a faint laugh. He settled between her legs and was about to kiss her when Anais hesitated.

“Ah…… I was wondering if maybe……”

“Mm?”

He watched her hesitate without speaking for a moment, then smiled.

“My brother is quite sensitive about illegitimate children.”

“Ah…… I see.”

Somehow knowing exactly what she was hesitating over, he put her worry to rest immediately.

“So he sends me male contraceptives as gifts every time, which means there’s nothing to worry about.”

“That’s a relief. Good.”

He confirmed her smile, reassured and at ease, then lined himself up at her entrance. Even though she was completely undone and soft all over, the entry itself wasn’t easy. He barely pushed in the slightest and a sigh-like m*an slipped from Anais’s lips.

“Anais, haah…… try to relax.”

But Anais was going out of her mind too. The pressure was incomparable to his hands or tongue. Like her body was being split in two. Anais couldn’t even breathe properly, trembling faintly and barely managing to hold onto him. Even her toes, dangling in the air, were curled tense.

All that effort, and she was still rigid and shaking with nerves. Killian swore under his breath, reached up and ran his hand through her hair, and found her lips. His other hand worked her cl*t slowly. Unhurried, gentle.

He held himself at just the tip and pushed his patience to its limit. Slowly, gently working her, he watched Anais’s body gradually ease open.

Her body tried to push him out while also taking him in. Each time he pressed forward, she gripped him tight, and yet she also wrapped around him as he entered. Like she was trying to shape herself around him.

“Anais, relax.”

His words came out low and biting, and her unfocused pale blue eyes turned to Killian. Sweat beaded on the brow of the man with his brows drawn together. The strange, overwhelming fullness pressing into her was hard on her too, but he seemed to be struggling as well.

“Killian……”

“Mm.”

He answered her soft call, bent forward, and kissed her cheek. She looked at the flexing muscles of his arms and chest and gripped them hard. Relaxing wasn’t easy.

“I, I can’t……”

“You said you were confident.”

The man cut her off and stroked her body all over, coaxing the tension out.

“Is, is it all in?”

It was an overwhelming, foreign pressure and pain, but having stayed still for a while, she seemed to have adjusted. Anais nodded and asked. He let out a low laugh at her question and answered.

“Yes, all in, Ana.”

His voice was too gentle for her to catch the savage desire underneath it. All the way in. The moment she felt relief, her tension broke. At the same moment, he pushed in all the way to the end. Hah, Anais sucked in a breath.

“Now it’s really all in.”

“Ah…… no.”

Not knowing what she was even saying, Anais shook her head over and over. The feeling of being split in two wasn’t a moment ago. It was now. Tears welled up from the pain, a kind she never felt before. Ah, ah, mm, her broken voice carried the edge of crying. Her hips trembled finely.

Killian didn’t pull back. He moved slowly, helping Anais adjust. He thought he couldn’t hold on any longer, but just being inside her brought a deep satisfaction welling up. He rolled his hips in a slow, grinding motion, and the sound of skin slick with saliva and arousal and sweat rubbing together spread through the room, thick and wet.

“Hh…… mm……”

The foreign fullness eased a little, then filled back up to the end. Killian began to move in tiny increments. Her legs, spread to their limit, were wrapped around his waist by his doing.

With every stroke of his hot, large length, the crying woven into her m*ans slowly grew damp and heavy with something else.