The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 100

One Hundred One: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The smirk could be heard in his words, and I pushed myself further against his hips. Killian growled

lowly as my ass rubbed his hardness, and his hold on me only tightened in response.

"I will not beg for what is mine." His lips rubbed against mine, and my knees threatened to buckle

beneath me. "I will not beg for something you willingly give me."

I smirked as he called my bluff. I was willing, so willing to give him anything he wanted. Everything

about him called to me, begging me to always be closer, please him, and take anything he wanted to

give me.

I didn't just love him. I adored him.

He was mine, forever.

The brief fear that I wouldn't be in control when he fucked me had me worried, but I pushed it down as I

savored this moment with my mate. I trembled with want, desperate to take him as hard and deeply as

possible.

He was right. It had been too long. I had shut myself off from him after the battle...after I committed

mass murder.

My eyes fell shut as I also forced that thought to the back of my mind. I would not let that rule me. I had

saved my people, and that was the job of a good leader. We had emerged victorious. I just needed to

keep reminding myself of the justification for what I had done.

For now, I wanted to forget. I wanted Killian to consume me so thoroughly that I had no choice but to

forget everything.

"It is yours,’ I whispered, nodding slightly as he let out a groan of approval. "I am yours.’ "Good girl."

I leaned back against his chest, gasping as he slid his other hand from my hip to my waistband, his

fingers expertly unbuttoning and unzipping them with ease before letting his fingers dip beneath the

fabric.

“Tell me what you want,’ Killian ordered as his teeth grazed over his mark on my neck, over his claim

on me.

"I want you to touch me." My tongue slipped through my lips, wetting them anxiously as his hand went

further beneath my panties. I moaned, my knees buckling as he moved between the lips of my pussy,

grazing over my clit and moving to my entrance.

I knew exactly what he would find there. I was wet and wanting for him.

Killian's forehead landed on my shoulder as he let out a growl of pleasure. "You’re so fucking wet for

me, my love. I love that I do this to you."

His fingers slid back up my slit, slick with my wetness. He stopped at my clit and began rubbing slow

circles, toying with me. My hand wrapped around his forearm, enjoying the feeling of it flexing and

moving as he continued to touch me.

My nails dug into his skin as I held him to me, wanting him closer and ensuring he wouldn't pull away

until I reached my orgasm. His other hand moved from my neck to slide over my breasts, using his arm

across my torso to hold me up as he cupped my breast.

My legs parted further as he stroked and rubbed the bundle of nerves between them, causing each

breath I let out to be a low moan.

"That's it, baby. You smell so fucking good." Killian slid his tongue over my mark, making my hips jerks

forward into his hand. I released a small whimper as he moved his fingers down, sliding two into me.

The meaty part of his flesh beneath his thumb stayed locked on my clit, rubbing it with every thrust.

My thighs and hips trembled as I resisted my orgasm, wanting it to last longer. But the pleasure was too

intense, and I cried out Killian's name as my walls tightened on his fingers.

My weight was on Killian as I pressed my body against his hand, wanting more. His arm holding me up

still had a tight grasp on me, and I whimpered in pleasure as he pinched and rolled my nipple between

his fingers.

I wiggled against him as he stopped moving both hands, desperate for more. We had a week to make

up for, and I wasn't going to stop until I had him inside me, even if I had to be the one to beg for it.

"Turn around, my mate.’ His deep voice sounded strained, but when I fluttered my eyes open and

glanced at him over my shoulder, his black eyes told me he was still in complete control. I relaxed my

grip on his forearm until he could pull his arm away from me.

I did as he asked, my chest brushing against his as I spun to face him. His finger slid across the tops of

my breasts to the collar of my shirt before ripping it and my bra clean from my body. I stumbled against

him, but he held me in place with his other arm wrapped around me and his hand on my ass cheek.

My eyes were locked on his mouth as he licked his lips, enjoying the sight of my bare breast pressed

against him.

"Take off my clothes." His hand stayed on my ass, and I kept my hips pressed to his as I immediately

unbuttoned his shirt. His hardness was against my stomach, and I couldn't help but rub against him

slightly as I pulled his shirt over his shoulders. My fingers followed the fabric, exploring and dipping into

every line of muscle as it did so.

When he removed his hands from me to let his shirt fall to the floor, I felt my bottom lip push out ever so

slightly into a pout at the loss of contact. I placed my hands on his chest, looking up at him with

surprise and desire as his thumb rubbed over my lip.

"Don't pout, my mate. I am not done with you yet." His eyes were locked on my mouth, but one of his

hands grabbed my wrist and moved my fingers down his stomach to the button of his pants. "I didn't tell

you to stop."

I looked up into his black eyes, watching the red swirl in their depths as his beast became more

present. I wanted to taunt him, to ask him what he would do if I disobeyed. I wanted to see what kind of

punishment I would receive.

But I nodded as I bit my lip and remained silent while I did as he ordered. He let out a low growl when I

hooked my thumbs into his boxers, pulling them with his pants. My breasts slid along his torso as I NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

dragged the fabric down his large, muscular thighs. His cock sprung free, and I looked up at him,

holding his gaze as my breasts moved over it.

When my knees hit the ground with his pants, he let out a loud growl, sending a rush of excitement

through me. My already throbbing clit pulsed with pleasure and need as I licked the tip of his cock

before taking him in my mouth as deep as I could.

My tongue rubbed along the underside of his large member, and his fingers laced in my hair as his hips

rocked in time with me, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. "Fuck, Natalie!"

I moaned, humming against his cock as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I pulled back, using my

hand to grab as much of my saliva from his tip and dragging it down toward the base of his cock before

taking him deeper than before.

My hand worked in time with my mouth, and his growls and groans grew louder. "Yes, baby! Oh, fuck

that feels good."

Each noise only encouraged me to take him deeper, to suck harder, and to pump faster. His hand on

my head pushed me down until he reached the back of my throat, and I gagged. My cheeks hollowed

as he pulled back.

"Take your pants off and bend over the arm of the couch."

I watched, mesmerized, as Killian wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it slowly as I sat on my

knees before him. He had given me an order, but a part of me wanted to sit there and watch him touch

himself until he came on my chest.

"Now." Killian gritted out. "Before I change my mind and fuck your mouth."

I jumped to my feet, quickly removing the rest of my clothes. My panties were soaked, and I was sure

the wetness would drip down my thighs at any moment.

The dominating side of Killian was one of my favorites, and I felt my heart grow as he stopped me for a

moment to kiss me deeply and passionately. It was a kiss that I felt in every part of my body. I panted

when he pulled away with his hand on my neck.

"I love you, Natalie. It's never been a problem before, but I need you to tell if I am being too rough." He

said, waiting for me to nod before he smiled wickedly. The look on his face was encouraging, a

guarantee of a good time, and I spun around and bent over the arm of the couch.

My legs were together, and my arms held me up as I got into position. Killian's hand landed loudly on

my ass cheek, and I moaned as he spanked me.

"There are so many things I want to do to you. But you deserve to be punished for keeping yourself

from me.’ His words made me grow ever wetter, and my thigh pressed together to try to give myself

some relief. I wanted him to touch me, and if he didn't do it soon, I would slip my hand between my legs

and do it myself.

Another smack landed on the same cheek. The sting soothed away as he rubbed it with his calloused

palm.

Again. His hand landed loudly, this time pulling a loud cry from me as I panted desperately. My hips

pushed back as I moaned for more.

And he gave me more. Each smack had me jumping, moaning, and crying for release. My upper body

had dropped to be held up on my elbows, and I was seconds away from pressing my face into the

cushion.

I calmed momentarily as he rubbed his hand against my ass, but my eyes rolled to the back of my head

at the feeling of his mouth meeting my pussy. I wanted to look over my shoulder at him. I wanted to see

him naked on his knees as he sucked and licked my clit.

Yet, when I pushed myself up and did just that, the sight was even better than I imagined. Killian still

had his cock in his hand with his knees spread on either side of my feet, pumping himself as he

devoured my pussy. He pulled his face away when he felt my movement, but his hand never stopped.

My wetness glistened on his chin, and part of me wanted to turn over to watch him and grind on him as

he fucked me with his tongue.

"Is this still part of my punishment?’ I asked, watching as the glowing red took over his eyes.

"Don't test me, Natalie." His threatening growl as he stood drove me wild. I held his stare as I slid my

hand down between my legs, challenging him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away immediately before pinning it behind my back. It took

him only a second to grab my other hand and restrain my wrists behind me with only one of his hands.

"You fucking asked for it." He said as he slammed his cock into me as deep as he could go. My face

pressed into the cushion as he fucked me harder than ever.

I didn't ask for it. No. I begged for it.