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“You’re an impossible man.”
I released his hair and curled my hands around his shoulders, pulling him forward so that he was hovering over me. Killian settled his hips between my thighs and I wrapped my ankles around the back of his thighs.
He brushed his lips over mine and then shoved his tongue into my mouth. My eyes closed and I chose to feel him. To feel this kiss. I could taste my own release on his tongue as he kissed me. Hard. Unrelenting. All-consuming.
This.
All of this.
I loathed all the time we lost because of my cruel mistakes, but when he kissed me like this, I didn’t care. Because we finally found our way back together. Nothing else mattered.
I felt his hand between our bodies and then his thick member was pressing against my core. He rubbed his length up and down my folds, coating himself with my juices.
The tip of him pressed against my clit and I sucked in a shuddering breath.
Killian thrust inside, slowly, filling me completely. My core clenched around the hard intrusion and my walls stretched around the thickness of his length, to accommodate him.
He pulled out fully before shoving back inside. When my back arched off the bed, he lowered his body over mine, pressing me back into the mattress.
“Killian,” I breathed. I throbbed between my legs, pulsing with insistent need.
My husband found his pace, each thrust dragging a desperate moan from my throat. His grunts were deep and primal, feeding to the insatiable wanton need inside me.
My hands slid to his back, my nails digging into his skin. I clawed at his back and for a moment, I didn’t even care if I was leaving any marks.
Thrust. “You’re killing me,” he groaned. Thrust. “Do you hear how wet you are, Princess?” Thrust. “Your cunt is made for me. Made for my cock.” Thrust. “So fucking beautiful.”
With each hard stroke, his pelvis brushed against my clit and I writhed under him.
“Mine,” he grunted.
My breathing turned shallow. “Killian.”
He pumped inside me, once and twice. “Come. Fuck, baby. I need you with me.”
My body tightened and my lips slammed against his. I kissed him. I took this kiss, because it was mine to take.
This time, I wasn’t stealing a kiss in the dark, while he was unconscious and dreaming of my ghost. No, this time I took it because it was rightfully mine.
When I pulled back, my lips felt raw and my heart ached. But it was a good ache. I met his dark eyes, seeing the same love reflecting in the depth of his gaze.
His muscles corded; his body growing taunt and I could feel that fluttering in my stomach again. Killian pulled out fully before shoving back inside, with one hard and brutal thrust.
We found our release together, our bodies entwined, our heartbeats matching to the same rhythm. He came with a low grunt, filling me to the brim. Spent, he laid his forehead against me. We caught our breaths, as he remained buried inside me.
“Fuck,” Killian rasped, when his breathing was finally normal again. “The baby–”
“– is fine.”
“Goddamn it. You kill me, Julianna. You fucking kill me.”
My lips curled with a smile, because how could I not?
CHAPTER THREE
Killian
I dropped my jacket over my wife’s shoulders as she knelt beside her sister’s grave before taking a step back and giving her privacy. This was the first time we had been off the island since Simon kidnapped Julianna and she got shot. The moment she was discharged from the hospital, I swept her away, to where she would be safer.
On the island; our home.
I didn’t fucking trust anyone else near my wife, except the people I personally knew and even then, I still didn’t let her out of my sight.
I just can’t.
I didn’t trust anyone but myself to keep Julianna and our baby safe.
She spoke to the grave, quiet enough that I couldn’t make out her words. She had been asking me for months to bring her here, to where her sister was buried. I refused more times that I could count, but after pleading with me, my resolve weakened.
Not when I saw how miserable she was every time I refused.
Not when she begged me.
Not when I saw the sorrow in her pretty grey eyes.
I was so fucking pussy whipped for Julianna and I didn’t even care.
Bishop Romano might be gone now, but I didn’t trust how far and wide his influence was. Just because he was dead and six feet under the cold ground, it didn’t mean all his operations ended. And because I put him there, his enmity toward me was far too great.
And my goddamn weakness?
My wife and our unborn baby.
Julianna might still be in danger…
My blood was cold in my veins as I suspiciously eyed our surroundings. I had enlisted a whole security team to follow us and to protect Julianna the moment we stepped off the island. The team was here, a few feet away from us. Watchful. Protective. And always on guard.
