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Samantha was still sitting on the bed, her long blonde hair slightly tousled in an irresistible way, her lips a pale pink and a suspicious gleam in her eyes.

"Are you crying?" he asked, completely stunned, and when he said that, she jumped slightly, raised her delicate hand to her face and wiped a wet track from her face. The salty tears were caught by the sleeve of the oversized sweater, actually only her fingertips were sticking out. His sweater.

She almost drowned in him and the man was briefly disappointed that he couldn't catch a glimpse of her curves through the casually falling fabric. But that didn't mitigate his desire in the least. Her face alone was enough to awaken this infinite darkness inside him, telling him he should just pull her towards him and pick up where she left off.

Her features hadn't quite lost that childish softness, and with it she retained that irresistible aura of innocence that tempted him. At the moment, however, he was in agony, not only because he wanted something from her that just couldn't be, but above all because she was crying. He couldn't bear her tears.

"Out of anger," she said in a brittle voice and her gaze slid briefly in the direction of the door.

"Thomas can really drive you crazy sometimes," she grumbled a little, dispelling Killian's fear that he could be responsible for these tears . He smiled when he thought of the angry look that Tom had also thrown at him in the corridor and chuckled mischievously.

"Yes, he can," he confirmed and then suddenly their eyes met and again this heavy situation lay upon them, in which everyone was waiting for the other to make the first step. Killian didn't know if Samantha really wanted it, if he wasn't abusing her for something in a strangely sick way, but when her mouth opened slightly, his hunger awakened.

The smile completely disappeared from his face. Slowly, as if he were approaching a shy, beautiful, and incredibly rare creature, he made his way toward the bed and was glad she didn't flinch as he reached out and touched his fingers to her cheek, which immediately grew hot . Hot. God, this woman just managed to push all the buttons on him. She was so sweet, so lovely so... forbidden. And he wanted her more than anything else, and after she'd given the impression earlier that she'd let him, he felt oddly empowered.

"He said it's wrong," Sam blurted out and Killian's gaze, which was lying so intensely on her face, darkened. But it didn't make him withdraw his hand.

"He's right," he said only cautiously for a brief moment he thought that would scare Sam, but she didn't react. She just kept sitting there, looking up at him. Waiting, with a mute agreement in his eyes that further strengthened him. He wanted her. so much He sat down on the edge of the bed, just continued to look at her, let his hand slide down her neck and when her long eyelashes closed briefly in pleasure, he also knew how he could make it tasty for her.

"Will you do something for me, sweetie?" he asked softly and she nodded and smiled. "Everything," she let out, carelessly. Now it was he who smiled, but his was calculating and manipulative. She misunderstood that smile, he knew that.

"Close your eyes," he said somberly, and even if she hadn't agreed beforehand to grant his request, his voice would have brooked no contradiction. She did, and he was glad of it. With her eyes closed, she wouldn't see as he approached her. She would know, but not see, not flinch. She would just feel, just sit and feel without really realizing how wrong this actually was. Her breath quickened as it caught her approached, like she could feel him and he also heard his pulse racing and his stomach clench in anticipation.

He could do it right now. He would. He brushed his lips lightly over hers, waiting for her reaction, but saw no change in her expression. There were only her small hands gripping the sheet she was sitting on tighter. No objection, her lids didn't open either, no panic in her eyes to stop him. But her nervousness was there. undeniable.

He then kissed her gently, drawing her full bottom lip into his mouth briefly, then letting go of her, repeating the process as innocently as he could. When her lips were slightly swollen and she hesitantly started kissing back at the last touch, he went on. He kissed her properly, not a feather light touch but a serious pressure as she put his hand on her neck and held her tight, but it still wasn't enough. More. He needed more from her.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, close to her mouth and then turned back to her lips. She did. He felt the moist heat, which he thrust his tongue into for a brief moment. Just deep enough that She felt his intrusion. Her hand reached up to his chest and for a moment he thought she was going to wake him up, but she didn't.

She simply lay over his heart and Killian dared to penetrate deeper. He touched her tongue, lifting his as well other hand on her face and scooted closer until he was sitting on his knees on the bed, her petite frame between him. She couldn't get away from him. Determined, he pulled her head back and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, Sam came towards him.

Only hesitantly, but she did it and that was enough for him. When he broke the kiss this time, she looked at him. She shut her swollen and wet mouth and swallowed briefly before her eyes turned regretful and she looked at him almost pleadingly.

"Okay?" he just asked.

He didn't need her approval, he knew she was living in a dichotomy that would haunt her for a long time. If she said nothing was okay, he would kiss her until it was.

"That was my first real kiss," she whispered, far from her, but didn't dare answer his question. She didn't have to. She didn't push him away, that was answer enough.