109. Painful memories

Back in our bed, exhausted and with my legs still weak and shaking, I cuddled against Killian who took his sweet time to shower before coming back to bed. His arm wraps around me brushing gently over my back and side.

He had made sure to put a few nibbles and gentle marks on my body, but they were not as brutal as usual. And I can almost sense that he was feeling guilty because of it. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me and the way he sighs when his hand brushes over my hips where he had bitten me quite harshly.

Or maybe it would be the fact that he apologized a million times while he watched me shower. It was as if I had become this porcelain doll he was afraid to properly touch and hold. It was both cute and frustrating.

My nails brush over his chest slowly and I press a kiss on his neck while I hide my face into the crook of it, breathing in his scent. Things changed, but what hasn’t was the smell of bitter peaches and subtle hints of leather on his skin.

His hair was still the sam