He brought his top leg in between mine and began entering me slowly. The sensation alone stirred my need to come and when he gritted his teeth I knew he felt the same. It felt like forever had come and gone when he was finally fully seated inside me. He rested his head on top of mine and took a deep, shuddering breath.

“This is killing me,” he groaned. He lifted his head and peered into my eyes. He was so close that I could see the sweat on his brow. I shifted a little to see more of his face and when he groaned again, his eyes fluttered and his gaze lost focus. “Don’t – ah shit, don’t –,” he grunted as my walls clenched and pulled at his cock. I grinned up at him and portrayed innocence.

“Don’t do what?” I asked sweetly. A part of me wanted him to lose control and take me harder than he’d ever taken me before.

He narrowed his eyes at me and then flexed his hips once, driving his cock hard into me where he breached my cervix. I released a sharp, cry and whimpered against his lips. “That was your only warning,” he gritted before kissing me softly.

He thrust into me again but this time he was surprisingly gentle as he continued to rock against me. The new position let me feel him in places I’d never felt him before so when he rolled me onto my back and reentered me swiftly, I almost protested but the sheer wonder in his eyes as he gazed down at me stopped me.

The raw emotion in his eyes overwhelmed my own. I gripped his hair in my hands feeling the dark silky strands slip through them and bit his lip. His lips parted and he deepened his strokes, moving us further up the mattress. He was letting go.

“Keiran?” I shuddered out.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love the way you make love…but I need the way you fuck me.” His body stiffened and his eyes hardened when I said ‘make love’ but I didn’t get the chance to take it back or realize my mistake. He spit out a harsh curse, sat up on his haunches and yanked my hips off the bed leaving my lower half suspended in the air as he delivered short, brutal strokes that left me gasping for breath and clawing at the sheets.

“Keiran, wait,” I whimpered.

“Shut up.” His hand closed around my throat, squeezing and cutting off my air supply. The panic and the feeling of him moving inside me was a dangerous combination and after the fifth or sixth drive of his cock, I came on a piercing scream. He watched me come, seemingly mesmerized, while keeping a hard rhythm inside my trembling body.

“There is nothing more sexy than watching you come around my cock,” he growled and then tossed his head back. I felt his fingers digging into my hips and saw the veins in his neck stretch and knew he was coming.

We each laid in silence, trying to catch our breaths and our thoughts. I wanted to run and hide but that would be admitting my feelings for him.

“I should take you home,” he said absently.  Too late you dumb twat…you already did.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ever heard of the walk of shame? It was when a one-night stand had to endure embarrassment after getting fucked, literally and figuratively. Despite, what people may think, I have some respect for myself. It’s ironic really because after a knockdown, drag out fight, I stayed. Why? Because he didn’t get to sex me the way he did and then kick me out. But I had been too busy celebrating my victory to realize that I may have won the battle but not the war…well the war was multiple orgasms.

Since I stayed, Keiran didn’t leave me alone the entire night. In the middle of our fight he shoved me onto his naked lap and made me ride him until I was spent and even then continued take me throughout the night. I knew he regretted our one true spark of intimacy so he tried erasing it by being the same cold bastard he’d always been.

In the morning he’d barely spoken two words to me except to tell me he was taking me home to shower and change clothes for school. “Can I make you breakfast?” I heard Keiran ask behind me when we walked into my house.

I turned wide eyes on him. “You want to make me breakfast?”

He shrugged before shedding his black, leather bomber jacket. “It’s the least I could do after last night.”

I paused in surprise. “Are you apologizing?”

“No.” He turned away, quickly disappearing into the kitchen. I walked upstairs to shower and when I looked in the mirror, I immediately noticed the numerous large, red hickeys and bite marks all over my neck and trailing beneath my shirt to my breasts.

I panicked, wondering how I could cover them up. I hurried to text Sheldon and Willow, who both told me to use makeup and assured me it would be gone in a couple of days. I stepped in to shower and ran the shower gel over my aching muscles, hoping to soothe them. To say Keiran worked me over was an understatement.

After showering, I quickly blow dried my hair and then unceremoniously threw on jeans and a button up and left my hair to hang in soft waves down my back and finger combed my overlong bangs also making a note to have it recut.

The smell of food greeted me as I made my way downstairs. He really did make breakfast. I found Keiran in the kitchen spooning our food onto plates. I guess my stomach liked what it saw when it growled…loudly. Way to go, you. Very sexy.

He grinned at me and pushed my plate towards me. “Help yourself,” he stated, deepening my embarrassment.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I admitted grudgingly.

I picked up a fork and begin digging in to the delicious looking eggs when his phone rung and he left the kitchen to take the phone call. I was a little glad that he did because my table manners are atrocious when I’m hungry. I finished my food and considered seconds but he didn’t come back yet to eat. I mean it would probably be absolutely shitty of me to eat his food and mine. I canned the idea but then thought about how he tried to kick me out of his house. Maybe not.