RUTHLESS POSSESSION

CHAPTER 8

The water continued to cascade around us, slicking our skin as the heat between us reached a fever pitch. Pinning me against the wet tile, Killian worked his damp trousers open with one hand, never breaking the fierce, possessive grip he had on my hip.

"Look at me, Elena," he demanded again, his voice dark and rough against the quiet roar of the shower. "I want you to see exactly who is taking you."

I opened my eyes, meeting his obsidian gaze through the haze of steam. The dark promise in his eyes was blinding, stripping away every last thread of doubt or hesitation I had ever carried.

He lifted me higher, aligning us completely, and plunged deep inside me in one smooth, unrelenting stroke.

A sharp, breath-robbing gasp ripped from my throat. The sheer width and heat of him filled me entirely, stretching me to my absolute limit. My hands dug hard into his wet shoulders, my nails biting into his skin as a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure crashed over my senses.

"f**k," Killian growled into the column of my neck, his muscles coiling tight as he held himself buried deep inside me for a long, agonizing second. "You fit me perfectly."

He began to move. His pace was heavy, deliberate, and ruthless—each deep thrust driving me harder against the wall, establishing his absolute claim over my body. Every slide of his body against mine sent jagged sparks of electricity straight down my spine. I threw my head back against the black marble, completely lost in the rhythm he set, my hips arching instinctively to meet every powerful strike.

"That's it," he whispered, his mouth coming down to capture mine in a hot, breathless kiss, swallowing my soft moans as his thumbs dug into my waist. "Take all of it."

The world outside—my mother, the debts, the blood on the study floor—vanished completely. There was only the sound of rushing water, the friction of our slick skin, and the rising, undeniable coil of tension tightening in my lower stomach.

Killian sped up, his thrusts becoming faster, more demanding, driving me relentlessly toward the edge of a cliff. My inner muscles clamped tight around him, signaling the impending crash.

"Killian—" I cried out, my voice breaking.

"I've got you," he growled against my lips, driving into me one last, deep time as the wave finally shattered through my body.

Sensations exploded behind my eyes, a white-hot pleasure paralyzing my chest as I shook uncontrollably in his arms. Sensing my release, Killian let out a low, guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt as he followed me over the edge, his body pulsing hot and deep inside me.

He held me tightly against the wall as the waves of pleasure slowly fade , our erratic breathing echoing off the wet marble. When he finally slid out, he didn't let me go; he gathered my trembling frame into his arms, wrapping me in a soft, heavy towel and carrying me back toward the safety of his bed.