As I wake up, a certain soreness settles inside of my body once more. What last night seemed to have been sheer pleasure, has now turned into soreness and slight swelling. The sensation was not annoying, it was just a reminder of how hard to satiate he was. Talking about him… where was Killian? I toss and turn, but the bed is empty and a little cold. It means he had left the bed a while ago while I was still asleep. A strange emptiness takes hold of my stomach, making it turn and fill up with nothing but nausea. I push myself up and look around the room. He was not inside -“Killian?” I call out and a hint of panic surges through me.For a brief moment, I can only imagine that everything I had experienced for the past month has been nothing but a fever dream. Nausea rises to unbearable limits and I rush out of bed, to the bathroom. After a quick meeting with the toilet and after refreshing myself, I walk out a little drowsy, but with a peaceful mind at least. It was not a fever drea
All I can hik about is the sad expression and slight drooping of her shoulders she didn’t mind containing as I left her behind. I knew what she was thinking : was this not our honeymoon? Why was I working right now? But there were things I could not share with her.And this was one of those things. How could I look that woman in the eyes and tell her I kill people for a living? How could I look at her and tell her I enjoy the chase -A cold shiver rushes down my spine as I think back at the softness of her. I dragged her into this world, like a selfish bastard. Have I ever been anything else but selfish?“Boss -” a voice pulls me back to reality and I suddenly realize I have been more than tense. Every muscle in my body ached right now and my knuckles were white from how harsh I have been gripping the damn whiskey glass. “Where here.” The man adds with a slight bow of his head and I feel my stomach turn.When did the time fly like this? With brows narrowed and a slight displeasure, I
The sun is already sinking into the ocean and with it, sinks all my hope for not spending the night alone. I shift into my seat, the beanbag adjusting to my new position as I brush a hand over my stomach and belly and let out a low sigh. Despite the realization of it, I could not bring myself to feel very connected with the idea of being pregnant.Was there something wrong with me? I know women usually rejoice at this thought and they immediately start nesting. They can’t help it! While I… all I could think of was having him between my legs once more. Just as I think of Killian, my cheeks heat and the warmth spreads through my whole body, leaving me a little fidgety. As if I did not find the most comfortable spot just yet, so I shift a little more.My arm covers my eyes and I let out a low frustrated groan. There was no way I could ever get used to this kind of life! I knew no one around this place and the isolation did not help! The only people in reach were those two vipers that se
With slow strides, Killian starts closing the distance between us. There is a dark aura around him and the tension in his body is almost tangible. There is a spark of anger, almost madness dancing in his golden eyes and I swear there are reddish strikes I have never noticed before, taiting the gold of his eyes.My heart feels like it is about to run away from my chest and I suddenly feel like I am about to become the prey of a starving beast that had lost control over itself long ago and I have never noticed until now.A fear I have never been aware I have been cultivating all along, blooms and bursts into my chest, as the man nears me. There is intent to kill. I can feel it emanating for each pore of his body and I deeply wish I am wrong. A low rattle reverberates from his chest and I am certain this is no longer my husband. My so called mate. This is a wild beast, an intruder that had crawled under his skin and was now ready to tear me apart.I want to back away. I want to turn aro
The only light in the room is a bedside lamp on her side of the bed. I can’t tell for sure if she is upset or worried right now, but things were definitely off. She crawled into the bed, and tucked herself in.From the looks of it, she was asleep, so I walk inside the room slowly. A bathrobe wrapped around me tightly, and my hair was still damp. I did not feel at my greatest and nonetheless I knew I did not look too good either. It was like this sometimes… I make my way to the dresser and pull out a simple loose T-shirt and a pair of boxers and after dressing, I slip into the bed. Laying on my back and staring at the ceiling, I can hear her breathe slowly. There was a slight unevenness in her breath and I wasn’t sure if she had been crying or not. There was no way in hell I did not scare her earlier. Any sane person would have been still running away from me and I resent myself for not being able to stop myself from being nothing more than a dick tonight.Pain has settled into my bo
Killian’s patience runs thin and I can feel him shift and uncomfortably move as I take my time to tend to his wound. I have never seen a wound like this and I can only assume this is a gun wound. Which was painfully abused to remove the bullet, with claws or a dull knife at best. My medical knowledge was little, but there was something left from the time I volunteered as a Red Cross helper.I can feel the way he grows bothered and hot under my lap, his erection growing steadily as he shifts. With his uninjured arm, he resides to touching me. Gentle stroke on my thigh , slipping slowly under the loose shorts of my pajamas. His fingers dare to seek the hem line of my underwear and I do my best to ignore him.To ignore my own botherness and uneasiness and need and longing and lust that only blooms when his fingers sneak under the hem of my underwear. I let out a sharp hiss and narrow my eyes on his figure, when he moves them further down, over the stubbles of my recently shaved privates
Suddenly, Killian’s body weight leans completely on top of me and I feel like I can barely breathe. He is muttering nonsense which I don't fully grasp and when I touch his cheek to try to push him away, it finally downs on me that something is not right.My heart skips a beat as I touch his forehead and I feel the fever that has somehow hit him all of a sudden. Or maybe it was there all along, but I was too busy thinking about his words in order to actually understand what was happening with him.“Killian!” I try to pull him back to me, but the man barely answers when I pat his cheek. My heart skips another beat and this time is a bit painful as I try to catch my breath again. He is extremely heavy and right now, almost completely unresponsive. With all my power, I crawl from underneath him and get out of bed. I bring him a cold compress and try to see if there was anything else at hand that could help me lower his fever.There was nothing inside the house that could help and I highl
I find Killian sitting on the floor, his back leaned against the bed frame, a hand into his hair as he tries to put himself together before he pushes himself up once more. My heart sinks into the pits of my stomach, with confused emotions swimming all over.I felt fear when I looked at this man. His scars were battle scars. His body was trained to break people in half. He was a damn mountain of a man and I was nothing but a flower swept by the wind, somewhere at the base of this mountain who could crush me at any given moment. I felt fear, because somewhere deep inside I wanted him to be a good man. A good husband and perhaps, a good father too. I felt fear because he did not hesitate to snap indecent pictures of me when I was vulnerable. What did he want to do with them? Was he selling them? Was he planning to use them agaist me? Did he not have me trapped here already? What more could he possibly want!I felt fear, because no matter what or who he was, he was hurt and aching and pa