Rae's POV
The room was nothing but heat and heartbeat and the low hum of the TV we'd long forgotten.
I was trembling on his lap, thighs clamped around his hips, lace soaked through, every roll of my hips dragging my c**t over the thick ridge of his c**k.
Killian's hands were iron on my ass, guiding me, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers, he was holding on by a thread.
I wanted that thread to snap.
I slid one hand down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his T-shirt, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants.
My fingers brushed the hot, hard length straining beneath the fabric and he hissed, hips jerking up into my touch.
"Rae..." My name was a warning and a prayer.
I smiled, small, wicked, and rubbed him slowly through the cotton, tracing the shape of him with m
