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We are all scared to love because it makes us vulnerable by revealing our imperfections and hoping for acceptance. Hoping that the person you love loves you back.
"I love you," I whisper.
He pauses. His hands slide under me. My chest rises and falls. The tips of my nipples rub on his hard chest. The ache between my legs seeks his warmth.
"Say it again," he demands softly.
"I love you, Killian Cross."
He closes his eyes like he's savoring a moment or figuring out if it's a dream.
He pulls his cock out of his pants, hard and ready. Looking between my thighs, he groans when he slides inside me. "One of my favorite moments besides being introduced to our son is hearing you tell me you love me, Lillith. It is the greatest sound in the world, but this right here…being inside you is the best feeling."
I hold him tight, breathing in the scent of his skin. I wanted to be one with him, and we were. All night, he made love to me. He kissed and licked every inch of me like I was something sweet and addicting.
In the morning, he was already awake, flipping me over. Our skin would clap when he would take me hard. I gripped the sheets, digging my nails into the soft mattress, trying not to moan too loud. Niro was bound to wake up in a little while.
"I can't get enough of you," he whispers.
I smile when I arch my back and push my ass out. He groans when he slides in deeper. "Mmm…harder."
He slaps my ass, and I yelp. "You're perfect." He caresses the sting and then hits my ass again. Harder this time. "Mmm…more," I breathe.
He does it again and again, taking me harder. He pulls me up so that my back is against his front, grinding his hips and pushing his cock into me in a steady rhythm. His lips wander over the skin on my neck, his fingers gripping my short hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous." I close my eyes.
"I'm coming," I say softly on a moan. His hand slides over my left breast, teasing my nipple.
"Me too, baby." He holds me tight against his body, and our bodies move in a rhythm. He grips my chin, turning my head and taking my lips in his, drowning out our moans, and I’m lost in him.
"What does that button do, Daddy?" Niro looks up at his father, pointing at the screen on his boat. Niro sits on Killian's lap.
After breakfast yesterday, we sat him down and told him the truth about who Killian was and why we were separated when he was born. We omitted pertinent details like me jumping off the boat and my reason, but Niro was more in awe that his father was Killian.
"It tells us where we are."
"And that one?" he asks, pointing at another one with curiosity. His big turquoise eyes are like two marvels soaking up all the information Killian gives him.
"Does he always ask so many questions?" Blair asks with a hint of annoyance.
I hate that she’s here, but so are Sydney and Sarah. Ciro is on the other side, far from Killian, working on a screen. They hardly speak to each other, and I know I'm to blame, but Killian says otherwise. He wouldn't go into details, but I have more important things on my mind like the jealousy eating away at me whenever Blair glances at Killian.
"It's what children do when they are with their parents. They ask questions."
"If you don't like it, Blair, you could have stayed at the Cocoon until Ciro arrived," Killian says, showing Niro something on the screen. He lifts his head. "Don't question my son to my wife again. Understood?"
Sydney and Sarah glance at each other, raising their brows. Ciro stops typing and slides his gaze to Blair.
Blair rolls her eyes, blowing air out of her mouth. "Whatever." Niro frowns, looking at Blair. Ciro sneaks a glance my way when I pluck Niro from Killian's lap. He knows I won't allow anyone to make Niro feel uncomfortable. There is no reason for Blair or any of the women who have slept with my husband to naturally be fond of Niro. He's a threat to them just like I am, but Niro is innocent and subjected to a precarious situation.
"He's fine," Killian says, straightening.
"Niro gets nervous around certain people," Ciro adds.
"That is not a nice lady," Niro whispers. "She doesn't like me."
"I wonder why?" I quip, looking up at Killian. I snuggle Niro close. "Come on."
I take Niro to the bedroom and pull a children's book with pictures out of my bag. Ciro's connection on the mainland got them for me. I would read to Niro most nights. We didn't have a network in the building to watch anything, so reading vintage books was a way to pass the time.
