Love or Desire

Chapter 11

The picture up there is what this scene looks like.
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Emma's POV
We kept kissing for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. I ran my hands up and down his arms, and stopped at the bottom of his t-shirt. Did I mention it was a tight t-shirt. I mean what the hell! Why does he have to look so goddamn sexy in this. I started to pull up his shirt, and he broke the kiss to let me take it off all the way. I started exploring the planes of his chest. I ran my fingers up his biceps, onto his shoulders, down his chest, and over his abs. My mouth followed my fingers. He let out a groan when I took one of his nipples in my mouth. I placed open mouthed kisses down his chest, and that's when he took control again. He took off my shirt and unhooked my bra. He started sucking on my neck and collarbone. I threw my head back in pleasure. He took one of my breasts in his mouth and sucked like it was his job. He kissed me again, while taking off my jeans and boots. He backed me up into the bed and I fell backwards onto it. He took one look at my panties and raised an eyebrow,

"Are you trying to kill me Swan?"

"Why, whatever do you mean?" I asked with an innocent smile. I had on a red lace thong. He slowly took them off, and places it on his nightstand,

"I'm keeping these," I was about to protest but one look at his eyes and I stopped.

"Now, where were we? Oh right," he said. And then he lowered himself between my thighs. He was gonna eat me out! Neal never gave me that special attention. Great now I'm thinking about Neal and that killed the moment. He just licked a long stripe from my inner thigh and stopped short of right where I need him. Never mind, mood has not been killed. He was teasing me.

"Jones, stop teasing me," that came out more breathy than I would have liked. He smirked.

"Fine, but on one condition,"

"Name it,"

"You call me Captain during this," my jaw visibly dropped.

"Seriously?" He started backing away.

"Wait! Ok I'll do it Kil- I mean Captain," he smirked again.

"Atta lass," he started to lick my folds, and part them with his tongue. Okay, this is like number three on my sexy things he does list. Yup it's official, I have a list. I was snapped out of my trance when he moaned. It sent vibrations to my core. I moaned and he continued using that wonderful tongue of his. He started sucking and I loudly moaned,

"Yes Captain," that did it for him. He started to fuck me with his tongue. I knotted my hands in his hair to keep him in place. My hips met his vigorous pace. When my orgasm came he sucked up every last drop of my juices. He then kissed me so I could taste myself on his tongue. I didn't mind.
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Killian's POV
Her moans are the most angelic sound I have ever heard. When she said yes Captain, that made me even harder than I already was. I made sure to lick up every last drop of her sweet juices.

"You taste diving Swan,"

"I like your mouth Captain," I brought her up from the bed and took off my jeans. She hooked her fingers on the top of my boxers and pulled them down. Then she put me in her mouth.

"What are you doing?" I questioned.

"Returning the favor Captain,"
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Emma's POV
I took his tip in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around it. I stroked his balls and got a groan out of him. I licked a long stripe up his shaft, from the base to the tip. I slowly engulfed him whole and started sucking. He place his hands on my head, gently but firm. Neal basically forced me to do this. Damnit Emma! Enough with Neal. Anyway, I kept going lower until he hit the back of my throat. I kept sucking.

"Swan I'm gonna co-," I cut him off by sucking even harder. I swallowed his seed and gently took him out of my mouth. He was breathing heavily.

"That was the best blowjob I've ever had,"

"Glad I could please Captain,"

"That's it!" He turned us around so I was pinned against the wall. "Do you know what it does to me, when you call me that?" His voice was very deep and husky. I swallowed,

"Why don't you show me, Captain," he caught my lips in a bruising kiss and tapped my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust into me and I cried out. He started moving. His pace was fast and deep, and I was more than happy to comply. He whispered in my ear,

"Come for me lass," I basically screamed,

"CAPTAIN!!!" His orgasm came right after a few sloppy shallow thrusts. He carried me and we both fell unceremoniously on the bed. We were breathing heavily on his bed,

"That was even better than the first," he said. I giggled.

"I'll say," I traced my fingers over his jaw and he winced. I looked more clearly. It was a big bluish purple bruise.

"Hey what happened?"

"I'd rather not say,"

"You know when I told about my fear of storms?" He nodded. "Well after I told you it made me feel a lot better," he sighed.

"Ok. I used to have a brother named Liam. He was in the navy. That's how I know French. Anyway, six years ago, an enemy ship attacked and Liam got shot. He didn't make it. Since then, my father became a drunk. Then, when I was fourteen, my mother was raped and stabbed. My father and I moved here, and he became abusive. That's how I got this," he let a tear fall, and I wiped it away.

"Do you feel a little better now?"

"Aye. But I don't want your pity,"

"I'm not giving it to you. I know what pity feels like, and it's unnecessary,"

"What do you mean you know what it feels like?"

"Well my situation is different," he motioned for me to continue. I took a deep breath, "I consider my ex to be the one that took my virginity, but my foster fathers and brothers have..." I swallowed, "they have raped me," Killian's eyes turned dark.

"I'll kill them. Tell me who did this!"

"It's ok now. I like to thing that I'm stronger,"

"Do you have any scars?" I nodded.

"You can look if you like," he nodded and took off the cover. There was a purple line above my right hip. He looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"I was thirteen years old. My foster sister pushed me and I spilled my drink. My foster mom took a knife and stabbed me," I shed a few tears as I remembered. Killian's eyes were glossy. He traces over a red mark on my left breast.

"My foster brother Walsh wanted to brand me as his. I was fifteen. He branded me, but I cut off the skin. It left this scar," he kissed a jagged line behind my ear.

"I was talking to a teacher after school and got home late. My foster father pushed me down the stairs. I was eleven when that happened,"

"Love what are these?" He pointed to white lines along my left arm.

"My ex set me up and broke my heart. I did that," then he let a few tears fall.

"Hey Killian, don't cry over me. I'm not worth it,"

"You're damn well worth it and then some," he kissed away my tears and we fell asleep together.
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So I think this is my longest chapter. It went from smutty to emotional. If you don't like the mention of abuse and rape, I'm sorry. But I think it makes their connection stronger in the story. Also, happy thanksgiving! Bye little Cygnets. Xxx
-Bella