What Have I Done?

Killian

“Killian.” Sera breathed my name into the darkness. Her voice oozed with pleasure and contentment. I’d never heard her speak my name like that.

I hovered over her, my breath ragged in my lungs, my cock still inside her. She made no effort to move. Instead, she lay there dreamily, a small smile curling the corners of her perfect lips. When her eyes fluttered open, they shone like gems in the darkness.

Her gaze cut me.

I pushed off the bed, leaving her empty and grasping at the blankets to replace my warmth.

“Killian?” This time, my name held a note of confusion. Unease.

That was more like it.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I zipped up my fly and moved to the door. “Where are you going?”

“I have business to attend to,” I said flatly, pausing before I opened the door.

“Oh. Are you coming back after?”

I should have at least told her goodnight or said something—anything—but I simply walked out the door and locked it behind me, trapping her inside once again.

Al