The kiss turned harder, almost punishing, and I was almost straddling him. His hand on my back pushed, and our lower halves aligned together. I groaned at the friction. I rolled my hip to get more of it and rubbed myself against his half-hard length. He moaned my name, and he attacked my neck with his lips and teeth. I sank further into his embrace, arching my neck to give him more access. He took his chance and bit hard on my neck, his hands roaming, finding my sensitive spots, brushing them, squeezing them, making my blood boil with trapped desires that wanted to burst out of my body.

I pulled back to kiss and worked to get out of his t-shirt, dying to feel his skin against mine. After I was done with his, he helped me with my tank as well, then my bra. My hand came to his biceps, my fingers brushing against his scars. I pull away with a gasp as a wave of familiar guilt starts to take over my senses. Killian flipped me over and pinned my hands to the mat, his intense eyes capturing me.