He pushes his mouth against mine once again, and I grind myself against him wantonly, giving in to the carnal pleasure I've been fighting for too long.

Killian unhooks my bra first and removes my underwear, painfully slowly, leaving behind a trail of raised flesh as his fingers gently caress my skin. My leg rests on his shoulder; he kisses along my thigh and then down the other, teasing me, before his face comes inches away from where I want him most.

He grins up at me, a devilish smile, and I return his heated gaze, licking my lips lazily the way I know drives him crazy.

"Where do you want me, Rey?" he whispers huskily.

I breath in deeply, closing my eyes before pointing between my thighs. His smile grows as he ducks his head at my instruction.

He moves his tongue along me in slow, torturous movements, leaving me breathless and panting. I bury my fingers in his hair and rock rhythmically against him. When he adds a finger to his tongue's divine assault, I come undone.

My whole body is shaking. The waves of fire that roll through me seem endless, my skin hot to the touch despite the chill in the air.

He licked and sucked my clit until I thought I'd pass out. I couldn't take it anymore, but when I tried to move away, he gripped my thigh even tighter, holding me in place. His fingers hold me open to give his tongue more access; I'm convinced this has to be how I die.

I didn't even know it was possible to die by orgasm, but if it is, this is exactly how I want to go out. When my body stops shuddering and shaking, Killian stands back up and cradles me in his arms.

He walks us over to a soft spot in the grass and lays me down before laying next to me. My breathing is still shallow and rapid, but the cool grass feels nice against my overheated skin.

"You okay?" Killian murmurs.

He hovers over me, gently trailing his fingers between my breasts, down to my navel, and back up again over and over. My stomach clenches every time his hand reaches my bellybutton, but he doesn't try to touch me there again.

"Mmm," I sigh contently.

I don't trust myself to speak just yet. I roll over so that we're facing each other, propping myself up on one hand while placing the other on his chest.

"What's going on up there?" he asks, tapping my forehead gently.

I lean forward to kiss him, barely grazing my lips against his, but his response is instant. He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed tightly against each other.

I look at Killian with devious intent.

I push him onto his back and kiss him again before continuing down his neck, his chest, following a similar path his mouth took on me until I reach his happy trail.

When I glance back up at him through my lashes, he's looking down at me, too, his eyes slits, his mouth forming a small 'o'. I decide not to tease him the way he teased me, knowing I'd lose my nerve if I waited too long, and run my tongue along the length of his shaft.

His hips buck up and his hands grab my shoulders- like he can't decide if he wants to push me away or pull me closer.

"Fuck, Rey," he hisses as I take him into my mouth.

I work him slowly, using my hand at the base of him while my tongue explores the tip. I can tell he's getting close by how rigid his legs become and the heavy rise and fall of his chest. I feel a sense of pride that I'm able to unhinge the stoic alpha beneath me in such a way, especially since I never thought I'd ever get this far with anyone, but I can't help but feel hurt when he pulls me up to stop me.

He sits up, too, so that we're face to face, our noses touching, both of us panting.

"Do you want this, Rey?" He whispers shakily.

I nod, searching his eyes for any uncertainty.

"Yes," I respond, my voice deep with need.

"Good. Get on top. I want you in control."

He leans back on his elbows and places a hand on my hip to guide me on to him. We both gasp in pleasure at the contact, but I still myself at the uncomfortable fullness.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He puffs.

"No," I shake my head. "I just need to... get used to this."

We stay like this, unmoving, for a few more seconds until I feel comfortable, and I start to move at a slow, unsure pace. He grips my hip again to steady my movements, and soon we find a sensual rhythm.

A bead of sweat forms between his brows and he screws his eyes shut.

"What's wrong?" I gasp as our pace quickens.

"I'm trying really hard not to mark you right now."

"Do it."

Honestly, the thought was terrifying. Of course, I was sure of Killian, but was I ready for that kind of commitment? I would have to officially be the Luna of his pack. I would be tethering myself to him, body and soul.

"Are you sure? It's a big dec-"

"Do it," I repeat, putting my hand over his mouth to shut him up.

He flips us over and kisses me greedily, pounding into me with fervor. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him impossibly close to me, and turn my head to the side to expose my neck. He takes my invitation without hesitation and bites down, marking me as his while I do the same.

My head swims in a heady mixture of pain and pleasure and before I have time to come down from the high and gather my senses, I climax blissfully, and he follows seconds after.

He rolls over, but keeps me in his arms as he lies next to me, and kisses my forehead, ignoring the sweat there.

I lay my head on his chest , trying to control my breathing to the sound of his steady heartbeat.