Killian woke with a start, a swath of silver moonlight streaking across the bed leaving him half-blind and thoroughly disoriented. For a moment he thought it had been this that had awakened him, or perhaps the snarled chords of snores emanating from his loft. But then the curtain of heavy clouds shifted, and in the darkness Killian could see Katherine's face, silvery and luminous as the moon, at his shoulder. Her eyes were black with fear and her face was bruised from the afternoon's exploits. He was surprised to find himself displeased with this, wishing instead for the sleepy innocence her features had started to take on in the recent days past. Now, her knuckles were stained white where she gripped his arm.
"Killian," she whispered, the stroke of her voice around his name making something molten stir in his chest. "Killian?" She had fallen asleep on his bed after he'd fucked her and hardly moved since-- she was perfectly, beautifully naked in the dim light. All lustrous skin, all supple curves.
He put a thumb to her swollen lower lip, cupping his fingers gently around her cheek and jaw. "I'm awake." The few hours he'd lost in sleep had slaked his lust enough to restore the tenderness her company had begun to foster in him. "What is it, little one?"
"Please don't let them hurt me." Katherine's voice quavered despite her best efforts.
Killian let his hand roam through the heavy coils of her hair. She turned her cheek into his hand, burrowing into his touch as if for comfort. She pressed her lips to his palm and he rolled his eyes, expecting to look down and see her cleverness manifesting through careful manipulation. He was shocked to see the nakedness of her earnestness, opal tears swelling at the corners of her metallic eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, feeling her tremble with suppressed sobs. She clung to him then, her face buried in the hard press of his chest, her skin cool but for radiating spots of heat that he knew represented her newest bruises. She was a delicate creature, his little doe. But for all her fire and fight, but for all her enigmatic and comburent lust, no matter how hard she tried to hide it-- at her heart, she was finespun and fragile. And she needed him.
"I won't let them hurt you," he intoned quietly. After a moment, he corrected himself. "I won't let them hurt you again." Her slight weight collapsed fully into him then; her relief was tangible and ripe. He brushed the hair out of her face, rested his chin on her forehead. She was so beautiful, he couldn't help but want to break her. That feeling was ultimately familiar to him. But she was so precious, he couldn't quite bear to. That feeling was strikingly new.
"Thank you," she breathed, her petal lips smooth against his skin. Her hands moved from his arms to his shoulders, then down to the muscled ruts of his ribs, leaving trails of fire smoldering in their wake. She lifted her chin to him then and kissed him, really kissed him, and everything around them melted away like snow in water. Their lips slid across each other, full and wanting, and this time Katherine was leading the kiss, sucking his ample bottom lip, brushing her cool tongue against his. She tasted of gratitude and relief, a faint bite of fear, a heavy, radial longing that spread through her and into him. His cock tensed against her leg and to his surprise, her hand moved up his thigh to close around it, squeezing him gently. Every atom in his body burst into electric awakeness then, his shaft pulsing against her fingers, his hands sliding down the smooth sides of her neck. Her thumb brushed over the head of his cock, traced a slow and deliberate circle. He nearly exploded then and there. Instead, he moved his hands down to her lithe, delicious ass and jerked her forward, positioning them chest-to-chest, his throbbing member aligned exactly with her perfect cunt. He groaned at the warm, silky wetness that greeted him, shocked to find her so saturated her arousal dripped warm pearls down his hardness. "Little princess..." he growled. "Look at you."
Her silver eyes shining in the darkness were the single loveliest thing he'd ever seen. Her voice was a breath, ragged and wanting. "Please."
He didn't slam himself into her this time. Instead, he ran a rough thumb down her soaked slit, parting her velvet folds. He could feel her heartbeat. Her clit was practically buzzing. She twitched her hips forward, desperate for him, and he let the head of his cock slide-- slowly, slowly, slowly-- from the top of her slit to the bottom, from left to right, from bottom to top, right to left, top to bottom, left to right. Katherine was moaning, mewing, pawing at him, her eyes glimmering and owlish, bigger than he'd ever seen them. He pressed one single inch of his member inside of her and her eyes snapped shut, her red lips parted, her full breasts heaved-- a perfect image of sex against his faded sheets. She was so beautiful like that, wanton and begging and open. For once, not hiding. For once, truly his. He pushed another inch into her. Her whole body tensed and trembled. Her hands moved down to grip his cock, slippery with her juices, trying to pull him deeper inside her. With one finger against her chest, he pushed her back. "Easy, little dove, easy."
She was breathless. "Killian, please." Her body was shamelessly aroused, her nipples rosy and outrageously erect, her skin flushed like she'd been slapped, her thighs glowing like they'd been brushed with oil.
