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Killian was beside herself when Samantha came up the stairs, slightly perplexed, and was sure he would have yelled at her if she hadn't immediately fled into his arms. There was nothing he could do about it, whenever Sam gave the impression of being scared or uncomfortable, any anger would subside and his protective instinct would surface.

She leaned against him, let Killian stroke her hair and buried her face in his chest. Jealousy swept through him again as he thought about how she had moved on the dance floor, she had exuded so much sensuality that she had been a magnet for the eyes of a few men - including his - and he still felt it violent pounding of his cock as he realized she had been gyrating her hips the same way, like the moment his fingers had gone all the way inside her.

She had clearly been aroused and even now he could feel the firm peaks of her breasts pressing against his shirt and that physical state was in stark contrast to the innocent look she gave him.

"Sebastian. Dominik said it was Sebastian," she cooed up to him and her eyes weren't scared, but still looked slightly dim, slightly agitated.

"I know," Killian growled. Keeping one of his hands on her back and the other in her loose hair. "Do you have to clarify this personally?" she asked, all too aware of his position and Killian automatically wanted to answer yes, as her lids closed in sensual promise and she rubbed her cheek against his chest, pretending to crawl inside him. But then his erection and his little sister's need to make it clear once again who she belonged to and who would be the only one who would ignite and calm this excitement in her body. He. Only him.

"What do I get if I stay?" he asked, tugging at her hair until she tilted her head back and looked up at him again. She frowned briefly, but quickly understood what he was trying to hear. Me", she whispered hoarsely and seductively and Killian had to grin briefly because she automatically offered what he had wanted.

"I think you're tipsy," he grinned sardonically and had long since decided that Dominik and Gideon were very well able to work things out on their own, as always. She smiled back shakily and then bit her bottom lip irritably.

"I think so too. But you like tipsy girls," she reminded him of his own words. His sex was throbbing wildly, ready to succumb to her charms again. Killian decided there couldn't be anything wrong with making out with her a little, so kicked He took a step back, clawed his fist into her t-shirt and was sure to hear a seam rip somewhere as he pulled her around once and then pressed against the wall Sam gasped as Killian cupped her bottom with both hands , pushed her up the wall, and then hugged her so hard that she stayed where she was when he took his hands away. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist.

She tried to kiss him, but when her mouth came within his reach, he just bit down on her full lower lip and pushed her back against the wall, his hand on one of her breasts.

"And why should I reward you for behaving like that down there." Her lips parted, making an uninhibited, desperate sound as his fingers cupped and squeezed her breast. She was too inexperienced to handle hers. Using her body to her advantage, but what she did on instinct was almost enough to bring him to his knees, she arched her hips further against his, rubbing against him until he was close to his eyes to shut up and just let it happen.

Almost. He was angry at her behavior, albeit delighted that the alcohol and her intoxicating dancing had made her what it was.

"Because I was only thinking of you, Killian," she moaned, her hand running down the row of buttons on his shirt before undoing two of them. He squeezed her chest again, she closed her eyes in pleasure and took her hand from his torso, to put her on top of his. Not to stop him, but to keep him from stopping.

His sensual little sister wanted to be touched by him and he loved playing with her like this. Because he wanted to give her a reply to hers When the words failed, her expression became more desperate and she seemed convinced that she had to placate him further.

"Please, Killian, I want you, only you, I want..." "I know what you want, sweetie. I want you." You want, I'll give it to you," he whispered the words against her cheeks, sliding closer and pinching her earlobe, at which point she pressed her hips back against his.

He fought to hold back. "I told you I'd do it. And I told you what to do about it." She shuddered noticeably and sighed slightly as he faced her again, revealing her lovely, soft breasts.

"Will you do it?" he asked, shoving a thumb in her mouth again to remind her of what he wanted. Her lips closed around it and immediately began sucking on him while she nodded frantically.

Well he shuddered at the thought that her eager tongue would work his cock as deftly as his thumb and he couldn't wait. How many times had he imagined that she made him cum this way? He had lost count. And now?

He slid her back to her feet and Sam obediently slid further down, sinking his hand in her hair. She had no experience with it, was unsure about the individual steps, but Killian would show her what she had to do so that he could discharge between her beautiful lips.