Hope

I spent the first thirty minutes of my day convincing myself that last night was just one big undesirable dream and I wasn't the one who got fucked to oblivion.

It simply couldn't be me. Someone else was moaning, sweating, and grabbing the sheets. Someone else was squirming, quivering, and... Oh my god, begging.

I believed that if I closed my eyes tight enough and wished it all away it would leave but who was I kidding?

The delicious soreness between my thighs definitely didn't come as a result of self-pleasure. He'd been the one, the smell of sex all over the sheets proved it. I also remembered it vividly; the whispers of sweet nothings, my thumping heart, the heat of his skin, his weight on me, the warmth of his mouth, his fingers, his-the content in my stomach slashed around. I clapped my hand over my mouth and shuffled my way to the bathroom to double over the toilet and vomit until the only thing coming out were horrible dry heaves.

Sighing, I flushed and walked to the sink to rinse my face.

God, I was a mess. I couldn't believe I did that.

I was a total naive lout. He told me I was tempting and then what? I ran back to his arms and kissed him like a scene in those cringe-worthy Korean movies.

And, worst of all I...liked it.

And I wanted to do it again.

I shook my head. This was the reason why I rarely allowed my heart do the thinking instead of my head. It always got me into trouble.

Returning to the bedroom, I plopped back on the bed, remembering I was still naked with shame and about to pick up a nightdress when Killian walked into the room with a small tray in his hand.

My heart leaped into my mouth as I huddled back into bed and pulled the blanket over my body.

He looked like he'd just taken an early morning run, wearing nothing but his soaked black shorts and I tried not to let my eyes wander down but they did and woah, I still couldn't believe that thing had been inside me last night.

No. Get a grip. I shook the thought away.

"Morning." He moved toward me and my body stiffened when he sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. Heck, even when sweaty he smelt good.

"Morning," I murmured, snuggling further into the blanket as I motioned to the tray in his hand. "What's that?"

"Mother wanted us to have an early morning treat, she says it helps makes your day better." He set the tray on the nightstand and picked a piece. "Try it."

I shook my head. "Maybe later."

"Just a piece." He compelled.

I shook my head again. "No, I'm really not-" He pushed the cream cookie between my parted lips and I gasped a little, involuntarily biting down on the flaky goodness.

He watched me chew. "You didn't have to do that." I scowled, swallowing.

"It's a good way to shut you up." He drawled, suddenly running his thumb across my lower lip to catch the last bit of cookie lingering, and much to my surprise, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked, making me press my thighs together against the pounding throb in my cunt.

This man did the weirdest things and somehow managed to make it look sexy.

He took another cookie piece for himself and ate with his eyes running over my body. "How are you feeling?"

Well, I had just had sex with the guy I swore I'd never let touch me again, and somehow, even after he'd nutted hard in me, my core still ached greedily for more. If you were in my shoes, how would you feel?

I bit my lip. "I feel sore all over and my head aches."

He hummed. "I figured." He reached for the tray and handed me a glass of water and two tablets of acetaminophen. "It should help relieve your pain a bit."

I nodded and sat up to take the tablets. "Thank you," I muttered, holding the sheets firm on my chest.

When I was done. He took the glass, placed it on the counter, and then turned back to me. "Alright, lay back down so I can give you the kisses I promised."

I nearly spat out the water I had just drunk. "W-what?"

His brow cocked up. "Don't you want me to?"

His question made my eyes light up and my stomach flutter. "Well, I do."

"Alright then lay back. And get rid of this damn thing." He pulled down the sheets on my chest to expose my taut nipples.

"Killian!" I shrieked, pulling the sheets back up with reddened cheeks.

"You're acting like you just lost your virginity." Humor danced in his eyes as he pulled the sheets back down again. "It's cute. But I really don't have time for cute." He got off the bed and grabbed both my legs to pull me to the edge. I yelped.

"Behave for a second." He commanded and I watched, still trying to regulate my breathing as he walked away from me and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard him pacing around. The cabinets opened, and the faucet ran. After some minutes, he returned to the room with a soaked towel and a bowl of what I presumed was water.

"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling my chest swell incredibly tight when he sat on his heels on the floor and parted my legs slowly.

"Doing what I was too tired to do last night. It's warm water, it'll help cool down the swelling." He dabbed the towel against my wet slit and I hissed at the dull pain that riveted through me like slow poison.

He paused and looked up at me. His indigo eyes were a shade darker. For a moment I thought I saw something in them but it was gone in an instant.

"I'm guessing you do this to every girl fortunate enough to sleep with you." I joked, trying to clear the thick tension in the room.

"I usually don't do this." He soaked the towel, squeezed it, and pressed it to me again. "I'm only doing it now because I was rough on you last night."

Well, he wasn't wrong about that part.

"So keep still and let me do this."

I gulped and nodded and simply watched with lascivious fascination as he cleaned me up nicely and then after minutes, he wiped his hand and tossed the towel to the floor.

"Does it hurt much?"

I nodded. "Just tiny aches."

"It'll take at least a day for the swelling to go." He pulled my legs further apart and I released a sharp gasp when the tip of his tongue snaked out to trace the seams of my slit.

"Killian!" I twisted and turned at the all-new surge of pleasure that pulsated my body.

"Shh, everyone is awake now and they can hear you." Holding my legs apart, he pushed his tongue inside me, causing a shiver of both pleasure and pain to course through me.

My hips bucked. "Killian, I'm really sensitive right now." I involuntarily writhed against his face.

He released a low groan. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to end up fucking you sore again."

My chest tightened. "I'm sorry." I whimpered, dissolved in pleasure, trying hard not to rub against his face as he licked my clit fervently.

"Oh my..." Why did it feel so good? Why did having him on his knees like this thrill me so much?

"Do you feel like coming?" He asked, lifting his head for a moment to meet my eyes. "It might help." He looked back to my pussy glistening with his saliva. "I'll use only my tongue so it doesn't hurt." He dived back in and I arched, slapping my hand over my mouth so my moans didn't escape.

He didn't suck, he didn't bite, he just loved me with his tongue, licking, flicking until I was brought over to the edge. "Killian, I'm coming." A short cry was muffled by the hand over my mouth as I came, shuddering violently against his face.

He groaned, gentling the stroke of his tongue as he licked me up and let go.

"Feel better?" His eyes met mine. They were hooded. "Does it still ache?"

I shook my head, heaving for breath. His tongue was good enough to make me forget the pain. "No."

"Good then." He kissed my thighs and I shuddered. "I'm going to shower first." He got up. "Eat those cookies and sort your things out before I'm done."

Just like that, he padded towards the bathroom, leaving me to process what the hell just happened.