Chapter 267
It took all her confidence to be able to fondle her own breast while moving her hips on her own to take in Killian’s length. She would run and hide under her bed later since Killian would never let her forget this moment. She wouldn’t be able to forget it herself, but right now, she couldn’t think of being embarrassed.
There was something about commanding Killian to stay still while she touched herself and was the one bringing them to their release. Killian was clearly not fond of the fact he should not move. He always needed to reach out to touch her. To hold her sometimes without realising it. It comforted him for some reason.
His eyes never left her breasts since she had palmed them and started to feel them to her liking. It was much better when Killian did it with his rough hands, but the look as he held back was worth it.
"Don’t," Amelia said when she saw him move his hand slightly. It wouldn’t be long before he would give up and try to hold her. Amelia bit her lip to hold back from crying out how good it felt to touch herself and take his length at the same time. Never would she have thought of doing something like this if not for Killian who encouraged her to do as she wanted when it came to intimacy.
This was nothing like the real stories she had heard and certainly nothing like how some told her that her husband would treat her.
Killian clenched his fists, his veins showing as he did so. It was cruel of her to have him lay here and not be able to touch her. Watching her ride him as he had told her and seeing her lose her mind as she fondled her breasts, he was on the verge of spilling his seed inside of her. He lost it when she twisted her hardened buds to taunt him and smile at him along with it. He had to misbehave just once.
Amelia thought she successfully had the upper hand over Killian until she felt throbbing inside of her, and almost like he had grown, he filled her more. Amelia looked down at where they connected and Killian used her looking away to place his hands on her hips before sitting up so they were face to face.
What did she expect from a demon?
"You have the makings of a demon since you are able to torture your husband so much. You have yourself to blame," Killian said, gripping her hips out of frustration. He took back control by lifting to meet when he would enter. His movement was faster compared to when Amelia was riding him on her own. "Continue," he said, looking down at her hands still covering her breasts.