Rae's POV
The marble island was cold against my bare chest, a sharp contrast to the heat rolling off Killian behind me.
My leggings were gone, kicked somewhere across the kitchen floor, and my cropped hoodie was rucked up under my arms, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down.
My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the slick surface as he kicked my feet wider.
"Hold still, kitten," he growled, voice still rough from what my mouth had just done to him.
One big hand splayed between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my cheek rested on the cool marble.
The other dragged the head of his c**k, still slick from my throat, through my folds, teasing, coating himself in me.
I whimpered, pushing back shamelessly.
"Please, Daddy-"
He thrust in with one smooth, brutal strok
