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“Till death do us part, I do,” Killian solemnly vowed.
My heart was bursting as we exchanged our rings. I slid the black gold band over his finger, finally feeling at peace. Truly.
We did it.
A new chapter… as we closed the old one. But it wasn’t the end.
Only the beginning.
This chapter didn’t use a tedious pen or a pretty ink. But every word was spilled from our tongues, as his lips met mine and while our kisses turned into paragraphs.
His heartbeat matched mine.
And it was the perfect page within our story.
CHAPTER TWO
Julianna
Our lips parted and I was dazed, my mind reeling. He swept me up in his arms and my heart raced as he carried me away, carefully. Delicately. As if he was carrying the most precious cargo in his arms. Our guests laughed and Killian? He was grinning.
“I’m not waiting for our reception,” he said arrogantly. “You’re getting deliciously fucked tonight, Princess. I’ve waiting long enough.”
“You only waited for twelve hours,” I shot back, but I couldn’t deny that this was indeed long enough.
“Twelve fucking hours.”
I rolled my eyes and my stomach fluttered again. I cupped my stomach, caressing the tiny swell of my pregnant belly. Was it the baby?
No, it was too early for that. I was barely eleven weeks along. So that fluttering was definitely butterflies in my stomach. No, it was a whole zoo. My husband had me swooning. Again.
Killian carried me inside and up the stairs to our room. Once we were inside, he allowed me to my feet and I stood on shaky legs as he practically tore off his suit jacket, dropping it on the floor at our feet. His black shirt came off next, joining his suit jacket on the floor.
My gaze slid over his wide, muscular chest and rippling abs. His body was a work of art; proof of hours and hours of dedication in the gym. My throat went dry at the sight of him like this, even though I had seen his bare chest countless of times. I was well acquainted with my husband’s body but every time, I ached for him just as the same very first time.
“Get undressed, Julianna.” There was a warning tone in his voice, as if he was hanging on thin thread and was barely containing himself.
I lifted my chin, feeling haughty and pursed my lips at him. “Or you could undress me.”
If he could be so arrogantly demanding, then I could be dangerously bold.
His eyes darkened and his lips curled in a sexy smirk. He unbuckled his belt as he stalked closer to me. The way he prowled forward, with such confidence, it was almost like he was hunting me. A wild, savage animal fixating on its prey.
Except, I was very much willing.
I took a step back, because the idea of him chasing me had adrenaline pumping through my veins. Though I knew I wouldn’t get far with my limp, I still tried to escape him when he reached toward me.
His chest rumbled with a harsh sound; a growl when his fingers brushed against my arms but I was already taking a few steps back. Away from him.
“Julianna,” he warned slowly.
“Yes?” I responded, ever so innocently.
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?”
He scowled. “I need you.”
“Then, take me.”
Killian lurched forward and I barely even got a chance to squeak before his arm curled around me and he tugged me into his body. My fingers splayed over his bare chest and a laugh bubbled from my throat. “So impatient.”
“Brat,” he rasped under his breath. “I told you this once, and I’ll tell you again – I know how to tame a brat, Princess.”
“Maybe tomorrow. You promised me that I’m getting deliciously fucked tonight.”
“Tonight, I need my cock inside you. Right fucking now. Need to feel your snug pussy squeezing–”
I let out a choked sound and he chuckled, his hot breath tickling the side of my face. “You’re flushed and shaking.”
“Less words, more action,” I whispered.
He turned me around, so my back was against his chest. My veil and tiara came off first. Then, his hand went to my side and he slowly unzipped my dress. “As you wish, wife.”
Killian’s lips grazed my bare shoulders in a soft kiss. He touched me so tenderly, it made my heart ache. I missed this.
His touch.
His kisses.
He wasn’t the cruel man I married anymore, but he was the Killian I fell in love with.
His lips moved south, kissing a careful path down my shoulder blades. My dress was backless, so he had all the access to my bare skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess,” my husband rasped, his voice hard and gravelly.
I wished I believed his words. My face itched, the skin feeling like it had been stretched tight over my bones. “My scars–”
“You’re beautiful even with your scars,” Killian interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. As if he could read my mind. As if he knew about all my insecurities without me even having to say them out loud. “You’re goddamn breathtaking because of your scars.”
