The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 91

Ninety-One: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The heat radiating from his body increased as I pressed myself against him beneath the blanket. His arm wrapped around my lower back, pulling me closer as I took his lips. The way he responded was so pure, so instant... so delicious.

His hips pressed into mine, and I smiled against his lips when I felt he was already hard and ready for me. He groaned as I flicked my tongue out and gently touched the tip of his.

My hand slid along his firm chest, grabbing his muscular shoulders as I pushed myself up, forcing him to roll onto his back. His hold on me tightened, taking me with him as he moved.

Killian's hands slid under my shirt, resting on the bare skin of my waist as the blanket fell from my back. The night's cold air made me shiver, and I pressed myself closer to Killian as I kissed him deeper.

He groaned when I adjusted my hips to have his hard length between the lips of my pussy as I ground against him. The noise sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I felt myself growing wetter. Hearing him moan and groan beneath me always made sex with him more enjoyable. I loved when he was vocal about what he liked.

His eyes glowed a bright red when he opened them and took my breath away. "I believe I still owe you an apology, my mate."

I pushed myself up, lifting my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head. My eyebrows pressed together as I stared down at him with confusion. He had already apologized for what he had said. I couldn't think of anything else he may feel guilt or remorse for.

"You don't owe me an apology, Killian. I promise. What was said was already forgiven. It wasn't even you saying it." I smirked when I saw his eyes drawn down to my bare breasts, and I reached up and cupped them, hiding them from his view. "Ah, uh! Eyes up on my face if you want to talk. Eyes down here if you want to play."

A low, guttural growl filled the room, and I licked my lips as a shot of pleasure pulsed through my core. "You are mistaken, my love. I said I needed to apologize. I never said we needed to speak for me to do so."

I gasped as he flipped me until he was on top, the cold metal of the pendant around his neck brushing my chest as he ripped my shorts from my body.

"You see. What I said may have been forgiven, but it was not forgotten. So, I am going to spend as long as it takes to make you forget everything besides my name."

My toes curled into the bed as he kicked off his boxers, leaving us both naked. I knew I was teasing and challenging him, but I enjoyed it. "And how do you plan to do that?"

He grinned at me in a way I had never seen before. It was heart-stopping. He looked so carefree and excited.

I let out a deep breath, my chest caving in as he made his way down my body, stopping at my breasts to take my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. "I think I will wear a purple dress to our next ball."

The sharp pain of Killian's teeth against my nipple made me giggle as I knew he was warning me just as I pushed him. I cried out from the pain and pleasure of the nibble, arching my back up to be closer to him.

He moved down my stomach, stopping to kiss and lick just above my belly button. My body relaxed again as I let out a sigh of pleasure. "Maybe I'll wear my hair down, so it would need to be an open back."

Killian looked up at me, seeming to enjoy the way I was teasing him as he reached down and lightly smacked my pussy. My eyes widened as I tried to jump from the bed in surprise, but he held me down. There was a light sting between my legs, but the pleasure that shot through me had my hands flying to his shoulders.

"What were you saying, my love?" Killian whispered against the skin of my hip before moving between my legs. His mouth closed over my clit as he began to roughly suck and lick it. "You're so fucking wet for me."

His moan of approval only made me want him more, and my hands moved to lace through his hair as his fingers danced in the wetness around my opening.

His head of dark brown hair between my legs was a sight to behold. I stared down the valley of my breasts, enjoying how he was moaning as he pressed his face further against me with one arm wrapped under my thigh until his hand rested over my stomach.

My orgasm was building closer with every stroke of his tongue, and I closed my eyes as my head fell back against the pillow. "Maybe I'll wear a pair of silver heels with it."

My eyes shot open as he thrust two fingers into me, curling them to immediately find my g-spot. He pulled a loud moan out of me as my walls tightened around his fingers.

"Fuck, Killian!" I cried out as he pumped in and out of my wetness as his mouth ravaged my clit.

"Good girl. That's better," He gloated. But his response sent me over the edge. I gripped his hair tighter as I came on his fingers, staring down into his red eyes.

"You're too fucking good at that!" He growled as his head dropped back and his hands relaxed on my hips. But I was still enjoying myself and continued to slide against him as he came down from his orgasm. My clit was overly sensitive, and it only took a few minutes of me grinding against his cock for me to cum again.

Killian stared at me, his red eyes melting to hazel as he smiled. "When this is all over, there is nothing in this world that will prevent me from finally cumming inside you. I will fuck you so long and hard that you will be dripping from me for hours." 1

I froze on top of him, staring down at the love of my life. "Are you saying you want a baby?"

His eyes scanned over my face as he seemed to ponder the idea. His smile was gone, and he looked pensive before nodding. "Yes."

My heart jumped to my throat, and I forced my excitement down. I hadn't thought he wanted one after everything that happened with his family. An heir was needed for the royal line, but did he actually want a baby?

This was important to me as I had been dreaming of a real family for years, ever since mine turned on me when I failed to shift. The idea of one day creating one with Killian was a dream come true. I just didn't know how excited I should be based on his outlook on family and upbringing.

"Do you want a baby or an heir?"

He looked confused, staring at me almost as if I were crazy for asking such a stupid question. "Are they not one and the same?"

I shook my head, knowing it had been too good to be true. "No. No, they are not, but we can come back to this once everything is over."

I leaned down, placing one last and long kiss on his lips before sliding off of him and walking toward the bathroom to rinse off so we could get some more sleep before morning.

His voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks, and a smile came to my face. "I want to build a family with you, Natalie. Our children will be our heirs, but they will always be our children before anything else."

His voice was firm as if it were a command, and I couldn't help the excited giggle that left my lips as I turned to face him. He was sitting up at the edge of the bed and rose with a serious look on his face.

"That sounds perfect. Do you want to join me in the shower?"