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Killian was silent as he shut the door behind him and sat down on the edge of the bed. I remained in my spot, leaning against the dresser as I hugged myself. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Where did we go from here? I settled for studying him in the soft glow of the nightstand lamp. He looked different—sadder somehow. So much of that was my fault.
“We need to talk. A real, honest-to-God talk where we don’t yell and scream at each other. Or throw things,” he told me quietly, and I nodded. Fair enough. I shouldn’t have thrown the mugs at him. “But I’m so fucking tired, Genevieve, and I’d like to sleep. This room is yours. My brothers won’t bother you. Mom’s room is the one at the end of the hall if you need her. And I’ll be right downstairs on the couch. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need something.”
“You’re not staying in here with me ?”
“I figured you’d be more comfortable—”
“You figured wrong!” I exclaimed, my voice rising a notch with panic. I didn’t want to be alone. Even though I’d planned to drive out of town on my own, I was still afraid to be alone. “Please, don’t go.”
“Okay. May I?” He held out a hand, and I took it, letting him pull me closer. His arms circled my waist while his forehead settled against my sternum. A heavy sigh moved through his whole body, and he held me impossibly tight. I leaned into him, tangling my fingers in his hair and resting my cheek on the crown of his head. Inhale. Exhale. The scent of vanilla shampoo filled my lungs. I enjoyed the way it lingered. He mumbled, “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
Me too. The words caught in my chest, making it impossible to speak them.
“I’ve missed you,” Killian whispered. His arms tightened until my back bowed from the intensity of his embrace. Years of pent-up emotion seeped out of his very skin, and I absorbed every ounce of it. I felt it in my very core. My eyes blurred while my breath caught in my chest.
“I’ve missed you too,” I managed to get out. For the first time in a very long time, my heart felt… full. Together. Not exactly whole but as close as it had been in a long time. It was funny how something as simple as a connection could do that.
The truth was, I needed Killian, and he needed me. We were two halves meant for one another. No matter what we did, we’d always come back to one another—in war or peace. But I didn’t want to fight with him anymore. I wanted a life—our life. I wanted to redefine what we’d had and find a way to move forward.
This man in my arms… this broken, beautiful man was never the root of my problems. He was my salvation. He was my heart and soul. He was my everything.
And I was done letting the world win—done letting my father win. As I pressed my lips to Killian’s hair, I made a silent vow to always put him first and to make sure he always understood what he meant to me.
Chapter 80
Genevieve
Genevieve, stop wiggling your ass.” His growl melted across my skin while his fingers dug hard into my hip to hold me still.
“Sorry,” I whispered in the dark. I was sorry. I was also just ridiculously turned on. Maybe it was the roller coaster of emotions from everything that had happened but being wrapped up in Killian’s arms was wrecking my panties. His warmth, his smell, his touch. It consumed me. I was hot and bothered head-to-toe. “It’s just…”
“I know,” he replied gruffly. His fingers tightened enough to leave bruises, and I realized he was holding me at a distance—keeping a calculated amount of space between us. Except I didn’t want that. I wanted the feel of his body against mine. I waited for his hold on me to relax before wiggling right back against him. The thin material of his shorts did nothing to hide the thickening ridges of his dick. He groaned, “Genevieve. Stop tempting me, baby girl.”
“But what if I want to?” I dared to ask. That was definitely the horniness talking. The heartbeat that stretched between us seemed to last forever until his arm locked around my stomach. He dragged me tight against him, his hips grinding against my ass.
“Is this what my little fuck toy wants?” Killian demanded, and I moaned because… words. I didn’t have words. I just had a desperate need that only my husband could satisfy. He dragged his teeth over my earlobe, and I shuddered. “Tell me what you want, princess?”
“You,” I managed to say.
“Try again,” he said. “Tell me what you want, Genevieve.”
His hand slid under my shirt and skimmed over my stomach. I arched into him as a trail of fire erupted from his fingers along every inch of my skin. That hand rose higher, taking my shirt with it, until his fingers curled around my neck. My body tensed in anticipation as his grip tightened, cutting off my airway. Eyes fluttering shut, I fell happily into that dark place his hold offered. His other arm slid under me and fingertips drifted along my exposed skin. Killian kissed that spot under my ear.
“What do you want, princess?” he asked once more. His hand loosened slightly, letting me suck in shallow breaths. The mind-spiraling rush shot straight to my core, and my pussy clenched. I covered his hand with mine. A quiet moan escaped me as I guided his hand inside my panties and his calloused fingers brushed against my clit.
“Touch me,” I begged shamelessly. “Make me come, please.”
“Please what?” Killian prompted. His teeth nipped at my neck. “Don’t forget your training, princess. Please what?”
“Please, Sir.” Just saying the word sent a shudder of pleasure rolling through my body.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Open those sexy legs of yours for me.”
I did, spreading them wide and slinging my knee over his legs.
“Good girl.” God, that phrase. It turned me into putty in his hands—so ready and so close. “Keep your hand over mine, princess, and squeeze when you’re close to coming. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” As soon as I said the words, his hand tightened around my neck, and his fingers circled over my clit, playing with my piercing. I tumbled into that euphoric place. Every slow circle carried me higher as I tingled head-to-toe.
