Nothing but smuff.
“Oh, God.” She arches further into him, his hand pinning her down to the bed, fingers gripping and pushing down on her hip. She whines in the back of her throat as she tilts her head and looks down at him – his black hair buried between the pale skin of her thighs, wild and chaotic from her fingers.
He seems to sense her gaze – damn him – because his eyes shoot open to meet hers, a soft moan falling from his lips and vibrating against her core. He keeps eye contact as he pulls back slightly – chin glistening with her slick juices – and jesus christ, it shouldn’t feel this good.
“Come on, love.” He murmurs it against the inside of her thigh as his fingers slide from her hip to her clit, thumb brushing over her gently. He grins when she jumps and moans, pressing his open mouth back against her, thrusting his tongue into her roughly while his fingers stroke lazily at her little bundle of nerves.
She drops her head back to the bed with a loud moan. He’s trying to kill her – actually trying to kill her – because she’s burning, the flames licking higher and higher with each shift of his hand - each tilt of his head. His hand and his mouth quickly switch places – his teeth clamping lightly over her clit and sucking while his fingers push into her and then she’s coming – her ragged breathing mixing with a loud shattering as she breaks for him. Her eyes snap open at the offensive noise, even as she continues to rock her hips against him, drawing out her release. She feels her cheeks heat with something that’s definitely not arousal as she takes in the entire wall of shattered wine bottles.
She jerks against his mouth, his name whimpered lowly under her breath as he pulls away from her – the aftershocks reverberating through her limp body. He turns and regards the wall of broken bottles, red wine dripping down slowly. He looks back at her as she struggles for breath, blue eyes darkening.
She shifts beneath his dark gaze and winces. “Sorry, I’m still not in control of my magic. I guess I –“
She cuts off on a squeak as he pulls her roughly down the mattress, hand clamping down over her thigh and thrusting up into her with a jerk of his hips. She moans and writhes as he sets a fast pace, her nails digging into the skin of his biceps.
His grin is feral and dark as he bears down on her.
“Again.” He whispers against her flesh – teeth biting harshly at the skin of her neck.
He is pouting – actually pouting – arms folded over his chest with a frown next to her. She tilts her head at him and rubs her fingertips against his forearm.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
He slants his gaze over to her with a huff. “Did I even sate you?”
She rolls her eyes and slips down further in the bed, stretching her used muscles deliciously. His eyes fall to her chest when the sheet slips lower, the curve of her breasts peeking out from below the crisp white linen.
“Yes, Killian.” She rolls on to her side and peers up at him, purposely letting the sheet drop back to the bed. His eyes linger on her exposed chest and she grins. “The other night was just a one-time thing.”
His gaze snaps back to hers at the familiar phrase and she swallows hard, the predatory look in his eyes making her stomach clench. His fingers inch across the mattress to press at her hip, his body turning to slide over hers easily.
“Perhaps another try, then.”
Her sigh of frustration turns into a moan when his lips find her collarbone, warm fingers sliding across her stomach.
She’s just turning off the lights to the station for the night when he comes barging in – look of pure determination etched across his face. She sighs as he throws the deadlock to the door.
He gives her a tight grin as he marches over to her, cornering her against the desk and pressing his body firmly against hers. “Really, love. I think you’ll find I’m quite driven when given proper motivation.”
She rolls her eyes even as his fingers slide against the outside of her thigh, nose skimming her own. “My work isn’t the right place for you to attempt to prove your manhood.”
He bristles at that, growling under his breath and pushing her back onto the desk. A cup of pencils goes tumbling to the floor and annoyance flares in her chest. He spreads her legs roughly and steps between them.
“I don’t have to prove anything, darling.” He grinds against her to illustrate his point and her eyelids flutter.
“Then how would you explain, oh –“ His fingers pluck at her breast through her shirt and she arches, pushing her chest into his touch. “How would you explain this?”
His lips slide over her jaw as his fingers drift down her body – deftly undoing her jeans and pushing into her underwear. She’s already wet for him and she curses when he grinds his palm against her.
“Killian.” Her protest loses its fire when she whimpers and pushes down on him, rocking her hips against his hand, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
He grins against her lips. “I just want you to lose control, darling.” Two fingers push into her, the cold metal of his rings sharp against the heat of her skin. “Now give it to me.”
She opens the door for David and his eyebrows knit in concern as he takes in the total devastation that is the station. Every drawer in the damn building is open, its contents strewn across the floor in total chaos. Killian is on his hands and knees attempting to collect files, but his shoulders are shaking and she knows for a fact he’s far too pleased with himself to focus on the task at hand.
“What happened here?” He questions as he takes one step in, righting the coat rack that had fallen to its side.
Emma’s face flames and Killian’s grin is smug when he peers up from the floor. He runs his tongue along his teeth and thank god her father is bent in a corner collecting paperwork because Killian’s peacocking is a bit obvious.
“It seems some burglars were quite passionate. One might even say they were not easily pleased.”
She kicks him in the ribs.