I woke to a heaviness weighing down every part of me like my limbs were anchored to the bed. My skin felt too tight and burning hot, and my muscles throbbed with a dull ache that wouldn't let up. A groan escaped my lips as I blinked against the harsh light spilling through the room, trying to adjust to the brightness that stabbed at my eyes. Through the haze, I saw him—Killian—moving across the room with quiet grace, his hair damp from the shower, a wet towel in hand. He hadn’t noticed I was awake yet. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw like sandpaper had scraped against it.“Killian…” The word rasped out of me, barely audible. Even my own voice sounded foreign.At the sound of his name, his head snapped in my direction, concern clouding his dark eyes. He was at my side in an instant, gently easing me back onto the pillows when I tried to sit up. “You need to rest, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a warm blanket wrapping around me.I nodded weakly, too ti
Killian’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they traveled lower. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as if he was savoring the taste of my skin. My breath hitched when his mouth dipped to the valley between my breasts. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent a ripple of electricity through me. I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped me, my back arching as if my body instinctively sought more of his touch. My toes curled, the pleasure so sharp it felt like I was experiencing it for the first time. The way he moved—every kiss, every lick—left me trembling, desperate for more.“Killian…” His name came out in a breathless moan.His lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped, a jolt of pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Pain and pleasure blurred together, sending shockwaves through me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer as if he could drown the ache that was building inside
Killian stood at the stove, his back a perfect canvas of lean muscle shifting with every subtle movement. The sight alone made heat coil in my belly. He wasn’t doing anything particularly provocative—just cooking—but there was something undeniably sexy about the way he moved. After what we’d done in the bedroom, hunger for food should’ve been the only thing on my mind, yet here I was, craving him all over again.I slipped off the stool, my bare feet silent on the cool floor as I approached him. Without a word, I slid my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his warm, solid body. The scent of him, a mixture of the sea and something uniquely Killian flooded my senses. My heart gave a telling lurch, a reminder that while parts of my memory were still missing, my body recognized him. This was my husband, the man I loved, even if I couldn’t remember every moment we’d shared.Killian hummed, a low, content sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly into my embrace
Killian’s hands were rough as they slid down my bare skin, his touch igniting fires wherever he grazed. The cool sea breeze against my heated body did little to calm the flames that roared to life under his grasp. His lips never left mine, devouring me with a hunger that matched the wild beat of my heart.Before I could catch my breath, he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping as his eyes raked over my body, dark and possessive. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a tremor through me, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful all at once. He didn’t speak, but the way his eyes burned into mine told me everything—he was going to take his time with me, here, in the open, where the only witness was the sky and the sea.I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. In a swift motion, he knelt before me, gripping the back of my thighs as he spread my legs. My back pressed against the cool stone behind me, but the chill was a welcome contrast to the heat radiating be
We were now lying on our bed, resting from that intense lovemaking. The warmth of Killian’s body pressed against mine was a welcome contrast to the cool breeze drifting off the ocean. His hand traced lazy circles on my back, his touch gentle and soothing in the aftermath of our passion.I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My mind felt hazy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was peaceful here, with him, in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything that had been chaotic in my life finally made sense when I was with Killian.But just as the calm began to settle deep within me, a familiar knot twisted in my stomach—a reminder of the memories I couldn’t reach, the pieces of my life that still felt so distant and broken. It was as if there were parts of me hidden behind a thick fog, moments I couldn’t quite touch, and that scared me m
I couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. Killian had been quieter than usual, his gaze distant even when we sat side by side. His words, when they came, felt like placeholders for thoughts he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—share. Every glance told me he was keeping something from me. I didn’t need to ask why there were men stationed outside our house, their figures half-hidden among the shadows of the trees. The last incident had rattled him. He was being careful, protective as always and I totally understand it.“Killian,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the cool surface of the window, “Can I go outside? Just for some air?”He looked up from his laptop, his eyes softening as they met mine. For a moment, his guard slipped, the edges of his face relaxing. “Alright,” he said, closing the laptop with a quiet snap.He stood from the couch, moving with the silent precision that had become his second nature. Killian always accompanied me now, shadowing my steps, his presence like an unspo
I took a deep breath and sighed nervously. my heart was rising too fast. I couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness. I could feel my hands getting cold, and it was shaking as I looked at my hands that were holding flowers. All I knew was that I didn’t want this. I hated this. If I could just run away from this... I would. The door slowly opened in front of me. I felt my heart was about to burst as I watched it unfold. Soft instrumental music played in the background, but the loudness of my heart dominated. I was immediately welcomed by unfamiliar people on each side of the aisle. I started walking down the aisle with a heavy heart and a messy mind. The back of my mind was telling me to just fucking turned my back and run away from all these unfamiliar gazes and fake smiles, but I knew that I couldn’t. This is the least I can do for my family. I don’t want to disappoint them. “You’re very beautiful, my daughter.” I looked at my side and saw my father. I almost forgot tha
“Dad, please!” “My decision is final, Cassandra!” he said in his strict voice. He looked done with this conversation. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe him! “I don’t know that man!” “You will know him once you two get married.” He sighed deeply and then his eyes softened. He held my hands. “You have to do this for our family, hija. You already reached 25 years old. It was already in the agreement of your grandfather with the Lannister family that you’ll get married to their only son.” Tears formed slowly around my eyes. I felt a pang in my chest knowing that I couldn’t do anything. “Dad, I’ll do a-anything, not just this one.” My voice was desperate. I looked at my father pleading. I couldn’t care less if I was trying to sound and look pity. “I’m sorry, hija, but this is final. I already talked to the Lannister family.” He looked at me apologetically. I felt betrayed. How could my own father do this? He didn’t even hear my side, if I wanted this or not. I was about