#looked almost EXACTLY like his dancer outfit just without the waistcoat so i was like why not lol

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Two digital drawings. The first features Temenos Mistral and Aelfric in a medieval-style composition. The second features Kaldena and Temenos posing together in a study. There are full descriptions of both drawings under the cut. End image description.]

godsbride / goodwife

happy birthday @maverickflare <3

[Image description: In the first drawing, Aelfric sits on his stone pedestal outside the Flamechurch Cathedral at night. He wears a flowing white dress, a black long-sleeved undergarment, and a teal cloak. He also wears a gold belt and bracelet, and the medallion on his cloak depicts the Sacred Flame. His face is almost entirely eclipsed by a shining white halo; only the outlines of his narrowed eye, lofty smile, and long, curly hair can be seen. In one of his hands burns a blue flame, while the other hand cradles Temenos Mistral's face. Temenos looks up at Aelfric with an expression of dread and reverence, sweat beading on his cheek. The illustration has a border of gold and lapis lazuli that includes medallions at its corners and midpoints, which depict various other characters. At the top center is Crick Wellsley, holding up a red book so that it covers the lower half of his face; he looks directly at the viewer with a shadow over his eyes. On either side of him, as well as at the bottom center, are three angels with shackles around their necks. They smile placidly and hold their hands up in supplication as they gaze at Crick. At the middle left is Pontiff Jörg, looking tiredly off to the side. At the middle right is Roi Mistral, looking downwards with a troubled expression. All of them are drawn with blue haloes. The bottom left medallion shows Aelfric's hand reaching around Temenos's neck; his eyes are hidden, his face is flushed, and his mouth is slightly open. The bottom right medallion is shattered. Between each medallion, a poem is written in Orsterran script and framed by arabesques. The red background beyond the border, decorated with eight black, winged, haloed Sacred Flames, completes the poem. It reads: "THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a devouring fire / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a destroying angel / THE FACE OF MY LORD / disturbs slumberers in the night / THE FACE OF MY LORD / menaces children at church / THE FACE OF MY LORD / does not appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / cannot appear / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a wreath of tears / THE FACE OF MY LORD / is a broken mirror"

In the second drawing, Kalenda sits at a desk in an intricately carved wooden chair. She wears a plum-purple tailcoat, wine-red waistcoat with a dotted pattern, black trousers, and a white shirt with ruffles at the wrist and a black ribbon at the collar. On her left hand, she wears three silver rings; on her right hand, she wears a gold ring on her ring finger. A flower-decorated bowl holding a pomegranate, plum, and grapes sits on her desk. In her right hand is a lychee. Temenos stands behind her, bracing his left hand on the chair and resting the other playfully on Kaldena's head, seemingly reaching for the lychee. He wears a white shirt, black waistcoat, yellow-green waistscarf, and teal trousers which are heavily embroidered with nature imagery. He also wears a pearl earring; a matching gold ring on his right ring finger; and a gold necklace with a pendant of Crick, who is haloed and holding his right hand up in a gesture of blessing. Kaldena and Temenos are both looking at the viewer and smiling. The simplistic background shows an entrance to another room as well as a tall bookcase, with the top shelf holding a vase and two figurines of a griffin and winged serpent. End image description.]

[hookedonapirate]

Wild at Heart (Chapter 7/?)

Read: Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6

Graphic Art credit to the lovely and wonderful @jell-obeans Thank you so much!

Summary: Born and raised by rich parents, Emma Nolan has always done what’s expected of her, from what clothes to wear to what school to attend, what career to pursue and even who to marry. After graduating from Harvard and going back home to Storybrooke, South Carolina, she agrees to marry Oz Walsh by the wishes of her parents. With a year of engagement behind her, she goes to Boston for business and has to fly back home to get to her wedding. What happens when she has a run-in at the airport with a dashing, blue-eyed thief who is apparently bound and determined to throw a wrench in all of her plans? Will she make it back to Storybrooke on time for her wedding or will she find her home along the way?

Rating: M

AO3 FFN

Emma’s jaw almost dropped to the floor, and her eyes were wide and glazed over in appreciation. Since she’d met Killian, she had already admitted to herself that he was gorgeous in simply a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans or black leather pants, but at the moment, her brain was frazzled, unable to comprehend how breathtaking he looked dressed up in a suit. He was standing in front of the fitting room, wearing a black waistcoat, a shiny red, silk shirt, black trousers and shiny black dress shoes. If his outfit weren’t enough to be her undoing, the light amount of chest hair poking out because his shirt wasn’t appropriately buttoned, certainly would be.

Killian slanted his hips as he swung the suit jacket over his left shoulder, holding it there with his index finger and falling into a smug, yet sultry pose, like he was some sort of fucking supermodel or something.

He lifted one of his brows, pulling the corner of his lips into a cocky smirk, accentuating the apple of his pinked cheeks and making the skin by his eyes crinkle in the process. This man seemed to surprise her more and more during the time they’ve spent together. She did not have one doubt he was going to be the death of her. And she hated that. She hated it to her very core.

Damn bastard.

“So… judging by the fact that you seem to be drooling on the floor, I take it you like my ensemble, love?” he razzed, his grin never faltering, and God, those damn blue eyes were buzzing with heat and excitement, she just wanted to skip the salsa dancing and push him into the fucking fitting room to jump his bones.

“Well, judging by the fact that there is indeed not saliva dripping from my mouth, your analysis is not a fact, it’s an assessment,” she corrected him. “A rather invalid one, may I add,” Emma chided, rolling her eyes as she approached him casually, attempting to shake his words from her shoulders.

“My apologies, your honor. I didn’t realize I was in a courtroom.” Killian chuckled in obvious amusement, but the sound was abruptly halted when her hands were attracted to him like a magnet, and before she knew what she was doing, she was pressing over the material of his waistcoat, her fingers brushing over his collarbone.

Emma had to steady her breathing at the small contact. “Although, I have to admit, you do clean up well, Jones,” she complimented, managing to control the low pitch in her voice. Emma really needed to pull herself together - she was currently engaged and needed to constantly remind herself of that fact.

“Thank you, love. Was that so hard to admit?”

A sarcastic smile took over her lips, her eyes still scanning him over as she decided there was something missing. He was strikingly handsome, well , smoldering hot to be more precise - there was no mistaking that - but the outfit seemed to be incomplete. “Hmmm, the clothes are nice, but you need to something to complete the look.”

Killian flashed her an inquisitive glance, furrowing the patch skin between his eyebrows. “And what pray tell would you suggest, Nolan?”

Pursing her lips together in contemplation for a moment, her eyes lingered over his chest before realizing what was missing. She pressed the palm of her hands into his chest, not failing to notice the solid muscle underneath or the stutter of his heartbeat as she did so, her eyes drifting up to meet his. “A tie. Be right back, I’ll get you one.”

Peeling herself away before he could even muster a response, she inhaled a few shaky breaths as she went to fetch a tie for him, even though he would have to cover that sinful patch of chest hair with his shirt. Yes, a tie was definitely for the best

Emma perused the selection as he waited patiently, picking one that was to her liking. She brought it back to him and he watched curiously as she approached him and hung it around the back of his neck. Her breath hitched as she noticed the close proximity between them, his impossibly blue eyes piercing into hers.

“I don’t know how to tie these, love,” he spoke softly.

Emma grinned and buttoned his shirt the rest of the way before pulling up the collar of the shirt, her lips pressing together in concentration as she started mindlessly working on the dark fabric.

Killian playfully rolled his eyes as though he should have known that she knew how to tie these things. “I take it you’ve done this before?’

Emma nodded. “I tie my father’s all the time. Does that surprise you?”

“Not at all, actually. From what you’ve told me, I’ve gathered that you and your father are close, am I correct?”

“I would say so. I love both of my parents, but my father has always understood me more than my mother has.”

“It seems like that’s the case.”

“My mother, she just grew up in a really strict household. Her mom passed away when she was ten, and then her father died after he was remarried, so her stepmother raised her, and she didn’t have the greatest childhood. Her stepmother was a royal bitch, to put it lightly.”

“Ah, I see. And your father was the best thing that happened to her, then? Besides you, of course.”

“Exactly,” Emma replied, finishing the tie and pulling the knot snugly into place before letting go of the fabric and stepping back to assess the final product. She grinned at her success. “Perfect.”

They paid for Killian’s clothes and went to a different store to buy an outfit for herself, but she tried it on in the fitting room without stepping out to let him see it. She could tell he was disappointed, but as soon as they got back to the hotel, she went to the bathroom to change. She also curled her hair and pinned it into a side-bun before applying some dark eye shadow and shimmering, wing-styled liner. She dusted her cheeks in pink blush and coated her eyelashes in black mascara, her lips in a fiery red color that matched her outfit. Smacking her lips together, she studied herself in the mirror before taking a deep breath Her stomach was full of butterflies, and she didn’t know why. This was not a date after all.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, it was his turn to be awestruck. Emma was wearing a red dress to match his shirt. It was a long-sleeved, one-shoulder, backless made of tulle and lace, and had slim waistline, which she covered with a thick dress belt. The skirt was embellished with a twisting hemline and had a high slit on one side, while the other side draped down her right leg. To top it off, she was wearing black fishnet stockings and leather stilettos with six-inch heels and crisscross straps that tied around her ankles.

Killian’s reaction did not disappoint. His eyes popped out of his skull as he visibly roamed her body from top to bottom, then back up again. He was utterly speechless, shaking his head as though suffering from whiplash. He graced her with a smile that could set a woman’s heart on fire, which it certainly did to hers.

“You look…”

Emma flashed him a coy grin, tilting her head and batting her lashes flirtatiously. “I know.”

Killian chuckled and stepped up to her, offering his arm. “Ready to go, love?”

She nodded and looped her arm through his. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

~*~

The club was dark, apart for the colorful strobe lights on the ceiling, and there was latino music seeping from the speakers as they arrived. They walked around with their arms linked together, scanning the place and getting a feel for the mood, watching the dancers warming up. They both approached the bar and ordered a drink, so that Killian would feel more relaxed. He drank a rum as she nursed a vodka and coke, and she couldn’t help notice one of the bar patrons staring her intently. She ignored him and gave her attention back to the handsome British man sitting next to her. Her fingers were a bit shaky, but it was not because she was afraid of embarrassing herself in front of the dance crowd, trying out salsa moves for the first time, like Killian was. No, this was a different kind of nervousness; one that she couldn’t quite explain.

When the song changed, Emma slipped from the bar stool and grabbed Killian’s hand, leading him to the dance floor. She turned to face him, catching him looking rather anxious, it was actually quite adorable. “Relax, just follow my lead and you’ll be fine,” she told him, flashing a reassuring smile.

He offered a small grin in return, nodding his head.

Emma showed him the basic salsa steps, instructing him to keep his knees bent. She did several turns with him before she took both of his hands in hers and placed them on her hips, allowing them to sway into rhythm with the beat. She could visibly see his expression change, his breath catching in his throat as her own breathing was becoming ragged. Placing her hands on his shoulders and massaging him to ease out the tension she knew he felt, Emma leaned in closer, whispering gentle words into his ear. “You have to relax.” She could tell that her breath tickled him, she could feel him shudder as she inhaled several deep breaths to steady her own nerves. Their chests were very close, almost touching, and Killian’s hands were still on her hips as she covered them with her own and started guiding him and allowing him to fall in sync with a rhythm that felt comfortable for both of them.

At first, they were focused on the dancing, both of them laughing when Killian fumbled over his own feet or spun Emma the wrong way, causing her to crash into him. Killian would easily shrug it off and continue dancing, and Emma could tell he was having fun. After awhile, he started to feel more relaxed as their feet and bodies were moving together in a fluid motion.

“See? You’re a natural,” Emma praised him as her palms ran over the silk fabric that covered his chest, continuing up to his broad shoulders before she rested her hands there.

He flashed her a tentative smile, and she could sense that he was not entirely convinced. “If you say so, love.”

As the night went on, Emma became more bold with him. Dancing with him felt so natural and enjoyable, she wanted to kick it up a notch. The music changed to something slow as she turned around in his arms and started slowly and seductively grinding her body against his hips. She heard a small groan over the music as Killian’s hands immediately crept to the sides of her frame, softly stroking her curves. She craned her head, allowing his lips to brush against her ear as they moved their bodies against one another.

Emma let her fingers slide through his hair, both of them easily getting lost in the music, and each other. Then his right hand moved lower and lower until he reached the slit her dress, his fingers working up her skirt and finding her black garter underneath it, his hand gripping and resting on her thigh. The tension between them was so thick, the warmth in her stomach was building, she didn’t know how much longer she could take.

“You’re not hiding any handcuffs under this dress, are you love?” he asked playfully, arching a curious brow.

Emma threw him a rascally grin. “How badly are you willing to find out?”

“You have no idea,” Killian groaned, continuing to grind himself into her; she could feel his hardness through their clothes. “Is this okay, love?” His voice was seductive and silky, sending shivers down her spine.

Emma nodded; her core was clenching as she bit her bottom lip. She didn’t know if she could hold back if she wanted to. And she wanted this man with everything she had. The staggering, speedy rhythm of her heartbeat, her flushed skin and shaky breathing all told her so, along with her soaked panties.

The realization itself made her spin around, pulling him flush against her body before grinding her hips over and over against his thigh, yearning some more friction. She curled her fingers around the back of his neck, and the other hand clutched onto his shoulder to steady herself as his mouth descended to her neck, assaulting her with soft kisses, his stubble prickling her skin. A strangled moan slipped past her lips as she lifted his leg, hooking it around the back of Killian’s thigh. He dipped her back and then brought her to him again, their eyes locked into a heated stare.

Emma slowly lowered her leg, grabbing onto his tie to bring his mouth closer to hers. Her brain was a cloud of lust, but her heart was feeling something even more. That alone scared her so much, it crippled her. She had a death grip on his tie as she gazed into his eyes, seeing that he was waiting for her to make the next move. She very much wanted to. But she couldn’t. Emma pulled herself out of the trance and disentangled herself from his hold.

“Emma? You alright?” he asked, his eyes full of genuine concern.

“I’m fine. I just have to use the ladies room.” Emma turned around and walked way, making her way to the restroom.

She took a few moments to piece herself back together. She was feeling a pull at her heart, but she couldn’t let herself fall. She needed to stay strong.

Emma drew in a long, deep breath, closing her eyes and allowing herself to relax. She would just go back to Killian and tell him she was ready to go home. It didn’t matter how, she just need to get back to Storybrooke. Emma reached for the handle, opening the door and leaving the restroom in such a haste, she crashed into someone in the corridor. As she felt a pair of hands clutching onto her arms to keep her from feeling, she looked up realizing it was the same man from the bar.

“My apologies,” he said, flashing a crooked smile.

“It’s okay,” Emma spoke quickly, escaping his hold.

“Leaving so fast?” he asked with a chuckle. He smelled of alcohol, making her cringe.

“Yeah, I have to get back to my fiance,” she lied, hoping he would get the picture.

“You mean that guy over on the dance floor who’s chatting up that Latina?”

Emma looked past the man, seeing that he was correct. Killian was conversing with some busty, dark complected broad, both of them smiling and seeming to enjoy the conversation. A pang of jealousy coiled up in her stomach, her hands balling into fists. She started to walk past the man, but he grabbed her arms. “Hey, listen, don’t you worry, I’ll show you a good time.” Before she could react, the man pressed her back against the wall, kissing her neck and trying to put his hands all over her.

“Get off of me!” she yelled, struggling against him. He wouldn’t listen and started getting more aggressive with her, so she kneed him directly into the groin, make him double over in pain as he held his crotch, but he didn’t back off. He became angrier and was about to hit her when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and got punched in the face by a very angry-looking thief. Emma watched as the man tumbled to the floor before she promptly fled through the door of the club.

“Emma..” Killian called after her, hot on her heels as she escaped into the cool, night air.

“I can take care of myself!” Emma called as she started marching down the alley.

“Emma, wait! Where are you going?”

“Why is it any of your business? Why don’t you just go back inside and dance with the your latina girl?”

“Emma, we were just talking. She said that you were doing a fine job teaching me the salsa moves. I swear, love. I only have eyes for one woman.”

She spun around, glaring at him doubtfully, but she could see the wreckage in his eyes as he stared back at her. “Why would you want me anyway? I’m just a spoiled Princess?” she spat, trying to catch her breath.

“Emma… you and I both know that’s not true.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m getting married to Walsh.”

“I’m bloody aware of that,” he snapped back, irritation laced in his words. “You remind me every two minutes.”

Emma swallowed thickly, seeing the hurt flashing in his eyes.

“Tell me something, love… why are you going through with this? We both know you don’t love him.”

Emma mocked him with a laugh. “You read my diary and suddenly you know my whole life story. Well, guess what? You don’t know shit about me!”

“I know enough,” he argued, clearly unwilling to back down. “And I don’t need a bloody diary to know that you’re not in love with him! You’re quite the open book, yourself. I also know that you’re not just marrying him to follow your parents’ wishes.”

She scoffed. “Oh really? So tell me, why am I marrying him then, mister perceptive?”

Killian stepped closer to her, his eyes never breaking their gaze. “You’re with him because he’s a safe choice. You know that he’ll never break your heart. You can’t break something that doesn’t exist, and you can’t mend something that’s not broken. That’s why you gave in so easily to your parents. It was the safer option. With him you can never get hurt.”

“And what makes you so sure?” she managed, her voice completely wrecked.

“Because, Emma… you and I have more in common than you think. You may have lived a sheltered life, but it’s not difficult to see that no one has really ever accepted you, other than your parents. That’s why you don’t want to disappoint them. They’re all you have. Without them, you have nothing, so anytime something good comes along, you shut it out completely. You put up your walls because it’s just safer that way. I know because I did the same thing.” Killian paused briefly, drawing in a deep breath before speaking more softly. “That is… until I met you.”

Emma was completely stunned in her spot. She didn’t really to know what to say to that. Her eyes were stinging with tears as Killian walked over to her, closing the distance between them.

She didn’t back away as he approached her.

“Emma, you don’t have to be afraid with me…”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she read the sincerity in his eyes.

“You don’t have to marry someone you don’t love… it’s okay to take what you really want,” Killian murmured, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over her cheek to wipe away her tear. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to trust him, but instead she found herself backing away.

“Just take me back to the hotel, please,” she asked him quietly, her body trembling from the chilly air.

Killian nodded and offered his jacket to her, draping it over her shoulders.

Emma’s eyes were swollen with tears as they took a cab, both of them silent during the entire ride. She felt like a selfish asshole for thinking the way she did, knowing that she had loving parents and a warm home to go back to.

He had it so much worse than she did, and yet he had opened up his heart to her her over such a short period of time. He accepted her knowing that she was a wealthy snob who only seemed to care about herself. But he knew the truth. He was willing to look past her hard exterior, willing to see her for who she really was at her core.

Emma felt her heart constricting, watching Killian gaze out the window and give her the space she asked for. Her hand silently moved over to the spot between them, but he didn’t notice the movement, his facial features through the reflection of the window indicating that he was deep in his thoughts.

His hand was resting on his lap as she took it into her own, slipping her fingers in between his. Killian turned his head, but he didn’t glance at her, he only stared ahead as she saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat. There were no words, no yearning looks, just the feel of palm against palms, fingers squeezing, flexing and seeking comfort from the other.

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel and she reluctantly pulled away from Killian, both of them stepping out. They paid the driver and made their way inside the building, both were quiet, not breathing so much as a word as they took the elevator. There were a few people who left, getting off on their floor, and Emma and Killian were alone once again.

As the elevator ascended, his words were playing in her mind on a constant loop.

You don’t have to marry someone you don’t love… it’s okay to take what you really want.

And it wasn’t just that - everything he said back in the alley was true. Without her parents, she had no one who truly accepted her.

Emma didn’t really know what came over her, maybe it was his words that were taking hold, making her believe that she could really trust him as he said she could, or maybe it was knowing that they were indeed much similar than she had ever imagined since she met him, and in such a short period of time, he seemed to get her more than anyone else ever had. Either way, Emma was moving from her spot and grabbing Killian’s tie, pressing him into the wall, her lips crashing into his. It was a bruising kiss that made her skin tingle, both of them easily getting caught up in it. His hands were cupping her cheeks, lips moving passionately against hers as Emma’s fingers were carding through his hair. Their tongues were on fire, dancing and twisting around the other, eliciting little muffled moans. His body was warm, pressed against hers, and she realized that she wanted him more than she could really comprehend.

Breaking the kiss to catch her breath, Emma pressed her forehead against his, gasping for air.

“Emma…”

She hushed him by pressing her fingers to his swollen lips. “You were right… I don’t want to get married Killian… not now… and not to Walsh.”

Killian trapped her hand, kissing the finger that was still on his mouth. “Then, what do you want, love? What does your heart desire?”

She didn’t even need to ponder the question. “I want you. I’m not sure what that means yet, but I know that I want to find out…”

Killian graced her with a small smile. “That’s okay, Emma. Admitting what you want is the first step.”

She blushed, smiling back at him. “What’s the next step?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” he replied warmly, caressing her cheek.

She smirked at him mischievously. “And if I wanted to skip a few steps?”

Killian chuckled. “If you’re sure that’s what you want… then that’s okay, too.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she admitted, breathlessly.

With that, her lips crashed into his again as the elevator doors opened. They never stopped kissing as he picked her up, allowing Emma to wrap her legs around his hips, and her arms around the back of his neck as he carried her out of the elevator and to their room.

Once the keycard unlocked the door, they busted through it before Killian kicked it shut, both of them devouring each other with a fire and passion she had never known before. They were knocking over lamps, bumping into picture frames and crashing into furniture in their wake, neither of them willing to stop. Killian pressed her into a wall and released her red, swollen lips, leaving her panting and breathless as he left a trail of hot kisses along her jaw, nipping and sucking the skin there as she leaned her head back. His lips reached her neck, his tongue hot and desperate on her skin as his hand slid under her dress, caressing her thigh as he pressed his erection into her clothed center. She moaned from the contact, arousal pooling in her belly, deciding she needed him now before she went crazy. Undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, she smashed his lips into his, eliciting a groan from his throat.

In a quick haste, Killian carried her over to the dresser, thrusting her into it a little too eagerly, and Emma yelped in pain because of the tattoo she had previously decided would be a brilliant idea.

“Sorry, love,” he apologized in a breathless slur, concern etched into his features.

“It’s okay,” Emma assured him before capturing her lips again, her fingers working quickly to loosen his tie, but as much as she tried to ignore it, her tattoo was throbbing in pain. Killian could sense this, and broke the kiss, pulling his lips away.

“Emma… I think we should clean your tattoo. We wouldn’t wanted it to get infected.”

Emma pouted, but she knew he was right. He released her from his hold, putting her down before he took her hand, leading her to the bathroom. Emma kneeled on the floor, hunching over the bathtub as Killian lifted her dress to expose the inked area, soothing it carefully with his fingers before cleaning it with some warm water and soap.

He left the bathroom so she could change, and she loosened her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders before undressing and slipping into her nightgown. She entered the bedroom being careful not to let the fabric make contact with the tattoo. Crawling into bed, she spread out over the mattress on her stomach, leaving her bare bottom uncovered to let it air dry, as she rested her head on the pillow.

After a while, Killian fetched some ointment, applying a shallow layer and rubbing it gently into her sensitive skin. She loved how kind and caring he was to her, his hands moving in a way that made her feel safe and loved. She got comfortable in bed, not wanting to move, still feeling a bit of a sting from the cream he used on her.

~*~

Killian sat up in bed, watching Emma sleep as she looked so peaceful and beautiful, breathing in a slow rhythm. His head was still dizzy from everything that had taken place that evening as he leaned over and dropped a delicate kiss to her temple. Very quietly and carefully, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Removing his clothes, he stepped into the hot, soothing water as it cascaded over him. He ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath, vision of emerald greens under his lids. He was so glad that she was able to confess to him what she really wanted. He was glad that she was calling off the wedding. He really didn’t want to tell her the truth. He didn’t want that to impact her decision. He wanted her to come to the conclusion on her own.

Killian sighed as he started washing himself, lathering the soap into his skin. He really couldn’t stay in the same room with Emma being half naked in bed, her bare bottom exposed. There was no way he would be able to sleep with her next to him like that. Killian grew hard again just thinking about her. Emma’s body was so gorgeous, her skin so soft and creamy, it took every ounce of control within him to be able to pull away when he’d caused her pain.

However, he was certainly feeling the consequences of his actions as his hand lowered to his rock-hard cock, his rough fingers wrapping around him and gently stroking the thick weight. A low groan escaped his lips as he pulled at the skin and started working his hand up and down, feeling every ridge of muscle underneath. Dipping his head back, he got lost in the sensation, he almost didn’t hear the movement of the curtain behind him.

“Killian…”

He was startled as he turned around, his eyes meeting vivid green ones. There was apology in her features, but also hunger and desire as she gazed back at him, the hint of a sly smirk curving her lips.

He drank her in with his eyes, taking in the delicate features over slim, naked body as she was sprayed with droplets of water from the shower. “Emma… what are you…?”

She peered down between them, licking her lips as he swallowed thickly, vaguely aware that he was still holding his cock in his hand. Stepping closer, her hands came up to clutch onto his shoulders, and he lost a breath as she whispered into his ear. “I’m taking what I want…”

His entire body shuddered and his cock twitched in excitement.

“Did you really think I could fall asleep after what happened? You obviously couldn’t.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to gather his wits. “Is this is a dream, love?” he asked, not believing she was actually there in front of him.

Emma’s grin grew wider as she grabbed both of his wrists and brought his hands to her breasts, letting him touch her exquisite gems, the pink nipples hardening underneath his palms. “Does this feel like a dream to you?”

Killian smirked as he worked his fingers into the luscious, decadent skin. “They certainly feel real to me… and also like heaven.”

She laughed lightly as her hand descended, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock and pumping it gently. “What about this?”

He let out a guttural groan. “That also feels like heaven. Little minx.”

They were both touching and caressing each other, moans of pleasure filling the confines of the shower walls when he whispered in her ear. “Love, we should take this to the bed before I end up pressing you against the wall and hurting your tattoo again and risking an infection.”

Emma, however, didn’t relent. In fact, she smirked and got down on her knees in front of his throbbing cock. All coherent thoughts left his mind when Emma took him in her mouth, sucking lightly at his tip and licking his slit as the precome started oozing out of the velvety flesh. She was still pumping him in her hand when she started bobbing her head over him, devouring most of his length and completely blowing his mind .

“Oh, fuck..”

This definitely had to be a dream.  Killian groaned and buried his fingers in Emma’s golden locks, rutting his hips into her warm and welcoming mouth. When he looked down, he saw his cock disappear between her reddened lips, and he felt his arousal building, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him, it was almost enough to make him come right then. Before he did, though, he gently took her hand from his cock and brought her up to him.

“Love, I want you so badly.”

Emma pouted, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted him too. He could see it in her eyes.

She wiped her mouth as he turned off the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying them off before discarding it.

He grabbed her and kissed her fiercely, lifting her up while being careful not to touch her tattoo as she instinctively anchored her legs around his hips. He carried her in his arms, stepping over the tub before managing to make it to the bedroom without his legs buckling underneath him. With her body clutching onto him securely, he grabbed a condom from the drawer of the nightstand, where he had previously decided to stash them instead of his bag.

Their lips were still attached, tongues still delving and sweeping into the other’s mouth to taste one another as he effortlessly carried her over to the bed.

Turning them around, he sat on the edge of the mattress, letting her land on her knees and straddle his lap, her dripping, bare center kissing the tip of him. A rough growl escaped into her mouth as Emma ran her fingers through his chest hair and down his abs before taking his aching cock in her hand.

Ripping his lips from hers, he allowed her to tear open the wrapper and sheath his long length with the latex as his dark eyes were raking over her breasts, his fingers grazing her soft, delectable skin. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life, he still wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“So beautiful, Nolan,” he whispered in her ear, his voice completely shattered. Their eyes were locked as the anticipation finally became a reality. His member was still in her hand as she pressed his velvety tip to her slick wet folds and lowered her hips, slowly descending upon him. Killian quivered underneath her at the contact, stretching her tight walls until he was fully buried inside of her heat.

He was groaning softly, cupping the delicate weight of her breasts into his hands as she rolled her hips up and down, slowly riding his dick. He wrapped his hands around her small frame, sprinkling kisses down her chest, his tongue licking the skin as he made a trail through the valley of her breasts. Her hands went to the back of his head, fingers sifting through his thick, damp hair as he kissed each of her nipples, drawing out long, shattered moans from her pretty lips. She dipped her head back as he took the pink puckered bud into his mouth, softly sucking and worshiping her with his mouth as his hands were pressed into her hips, guiding her movements and pressing her onto him.

A string of curses and groans tumbled from their lips as he thrusted into his writhing goddess, her core throbbing tightly around him.

“Gods, Emma… fuck, you’re so tight.”

Emma grabbed his shoulders and arched her back as she lifted herself up and down, taking him all in before rising back to the tip. Her breasts were bouncing in front of him as they moved and he took the opportunity to bury his face there. She moaned and picked up the pace, riding him faster.

“Oh, God, Killian,” she breathed out, her walls collapsing around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Emma… I’m not going to last much longer. You feel so bloody incredible.” His fingers were deep into her skin, holding up her slim figure as moved inside of her, hitting the right spot with just right amount of force and consistency.

“Killian…”

Her soft cries became screams of blissful pleasure, sending waves of heat through his body as she came around him, causing his cock to pulse inside of her as he released his seed. They were moaning, their breathing shallow as their movements slowed, both of them trying to piece themselves back together.

With the condom discarded, they both collapsed into the bed, Emma’s head resting on his chest as he dropped soft kisses to her disheveled hair. They were sated and spent as they drifted off to sleep, and it wasn’t until Killian woke up the following morning with this naked, blonde beauty in his arms, when he finally realized last night was indeed not a dream.

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