“W-What are you doing?” I looked up at him to meet his intense eyes. He looked down on me and I saw how lust crossed his eyes. He shook his head and turned around. I just wait for him to finish preparing before we go to the mall. Killian looks like my bodyguard as we go shopping. He was carrying the paper bags and paying for all the things I bought. I lost count of how many shops we visited. It was really tiring when we got home. The paper bags were on the bed. I am now fixing those, taking them off the paper bag and putting them where they belong. “I have to go somewhere.” I heard Killian's voice at my back. I looked at him and nodded. He stared at me for a moment before he left the room.After fixing my things, I let myself fall on the mattress. I am so tired that I fall asleep easily. When I woke up, I saw in the window that it was dark outside already. I rose and went downstairs. The house was silent. There’s no one here aside from me. I couldn’t help but smile; this was pea
My body felt weak in Killian’s arm. He’s carrying to bed. My back fell on the mattress. I saw him unbuttoning his pants and taking it off. I gulped at how hot he was. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The heat I felt earlier didn’t even die down, and now, it felt like I was on fire as I saw the thing between his thighs. It was so hard, long, big, and pulsing. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I stared at his hard-on. He smirked when he saw my expression. He kneeled in between my thighs, he didn’t break his eye contact on mine. “Killian... t-that’s...” I bit my lower lip as I couldn’t find the right word. It was really big and long! He claimed my lips before he whispered, “Are you scared, Cassandra?” His voice was mocking me. I sighed deeply and shook my head. I shouldn’t back down. I want this. My body needs him tonight. “I’m ready, Killian. Go on.” I met his intense eyes and said it confidently. He looked like he was out of control already. He looked at me so strict
It was lunchtime already here in Paris. I am hungry already, but I can’t go downstairs and cook. I really hate Killian for leaving me like this! I grabbed my phone and called the number that was saved on my phone contact. It only rang once and he answered it already. My forehead creased when I heard people talking in the background. “Talk.” I heard his deep voice over the phone. I didn’t know that his voice on the phone was so attractive. I shook my head and focused on what I was about to say. “I’m hungry.” I heard him humming. “Please continue, Mr. Black.” My brows furrowed at what he said. I heard someone talk again. I couldn’t understand some words but I heard investments and stocks. Oh, God... Killian is in a business meeting. How could I forget it!? “Just stay in bed. I’ll ask someone to bring you food.” I didn’t even have time to reply because he ended the call immediately. I gasped at what he had just done. How could he hang up on me? This man is rea
It was 2:30 in the afternoon when I felt someone lay beside me. I felt my breathing hitched when I felt his hands on my stomach. I closed my eyes and mouth firmly, I didn’t want to make a sound, but when I felt Killian’s lips on my nape, I couldn’t help but gasp. “Killian. Stop,” I said firmly but my body was reacting differently. He didn’t listen to me and even inserted his hand in my shirt and cupped my breast. I’m not wearing a brassiere, so he really touches it directly, making me jolt in pleasure. I forced myself to think straight. I removed his hand and rose from my bed. “What do you think you are doing, Cassandra?" His jaw clenched and his eyes were staring at me ruthlessly. I glared at him despite the nervousness I felt. “I should be the one asking you that!” “You are still mad because I don’t want you to work?” He raised his brow at me. “Yes!” I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “I can’t just stay here at the house doing nothing.” I regret now that I resig
“How was the coffee?” I asked him nervously. I bit my lower lip and waited for him to drink the coffee that I served him. He took a sip and paused. He nodded at me making me smile and beam in happiness. I go back to my table and work again. I massage my neck because it’s starting to get tired and sore. I laid my back on the chair and rested for a while. I could see from the clear glass of the building that it was already dark outside. I got busy checking these papers and files. I rise from my seat and head towards Killian’s office. He was busy talking to someone when I entered. It looks serious. The other man Killian was talking to stood up and they had a shake hand. They both look at my side when they notice my presence. I smiled at them politely and greeted them. “Is this your secretary, Mr. Lannister? You got a hot one, ha?” he said playfully and laughed that the wrinkles in his face were even more showing. I could tell that he’s probably in his late fifties. “Mr.
My eyes widened and I could feel my body burning more. His eyes were looking at me intently and darker. I felt his hand caressing my thighs, making my skirt roll up. My body arched, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes because of the sensation he was giving me.My hands were on his shoulders and gripping them for support. Killian wasn’t even doing anything more aside from caressing my thighs and looking at me intently as if he were watching an interesting movie, but I felt my body getting weak already. He cupped my jaw with his other hand and caressed my lips with his thumb. “Open your eyes, Cassandra.”I opened my eyes, feeling disoriented. I was met by his dark eyes, staring at me full of lust. He grazed his thumb on my lips making my lips parted. What shocked me more was when he inserted his thumb into my mouth, it was so hot. I couldn’t help but reach it with my tongue and play with his thumb. I saw his face darken more and his jaw clenched. That was the cue for me to continue.
Killian didn’t stop; he looked like a mad, hungry animal devouring my core. He was still eating me. I tried closing my thighs and pushing his head, making him groan in disapproval.“Don’t fucking stop me, Cassandra.”All I could do was moan that my voice would end up hoarse already. He was really good that my knees and body weakened, I stumbled, and it was a good thing Killian was there to catch me instantly. He stood up and carried me. My shaking legs were wrapped around his hips, and my weak hands were around his neck. My head was leaning on his shoulder. I was so tired and weak. I felt my back fell on the mattress. He was looking down at my fragile naked body, roaming his eyes on it. I know that I look like a mess right now. He started unbuttoning his long-sleeved polo without breaking his eye contact on mine. I bit my lower lip, seeing his perfect naked body, his broad shoulders and chest, hard muscles, and abs.He looks like a god standing in front of me. A god that is worshipp
I hummed and snuggled my body closer to the warmth I was feeling. I felt a calloused hand stroking my bare back before he pulled me closer to him. My eyes were still closed. I could feel his hard-on poking my stomach, I tried to stop myself from wanting it because I knew how exhausted I was. My body felt sore and weak against his palm. I just let myself be consumed with the feeling because, after this, everything would go back to how it was before. We both hated this marriage. When I woke up again, I was alone in bed already. I roamed my eyes around his room, but he wasn’t there. I was wearing his shirt already when I woke up. I saw on the bedside table that there was a tray that had food. I pushed myself to get up. I was still having a hard time walking, but it was bearable. After eating, I took a bath. He must have left for work already. It was already four in the afternoon. I was that tired last night, ha? Well, Killian was insatiable. After changing into decent a
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
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
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
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 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
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
The warm, salty breeze caressed my skin as I stepped out of the small house, my bare feet sinking into the soft sand. The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, and the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping at the shore provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.I still felt unsettled. Even though Killian had tried to explain his reasons for bringing me here, a nagging feeling lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn’t shake the sense of being trapped, of having no control over my own life.As I walked along the shoreline, letting the cool water kiss my ankles, I noticed a small boat anchored a little ways off the beach. A man stood beside it, pulling in a fishing net, his figure broad and lean, with tanned skin gleaming under the sun.Killian.He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his muscles flexed with each pull of the net, droplets of water clinging to his skin. He was speaking with an older man, a fisherman by the looks of him, who appeared to be helping him hau
The soft murmur of waves and the distant cry of seagulls pulled me from sleep. The light filtering through the white curtains was warm, bathing the room in a golden glow. For a moment, I lay there, disoriented, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me.I wasn’t in the hospital anymore.Sitting up slowly, I looked around the unfamiliar room. The bed was large, covered in crisp, white sheets, and the wooden beams of the ceiling were high above me. The air was fresh, salty, with a gentle breeze rolling in from the open window. The room itself was simple yet elegant—polished wooden floors, a small seating area, and a door that likely led to a bathroom.Where am I?I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my bare feet. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked toward the open window, my pulse quickening with each step. Pushing aside the gauzy curtains, I was greeted by a breathtaking view—a long stretch of white sand beach, crystal clear water, and the lush
The feeling started subtly—just a slight discomfort at first, like someone was watching me. It was easy to dismiss at first. Paris was a bustling city, after all. People were always around, rushing past on the busy streets, tourists snapping pictures, locals darting in and out of shops. But as the days wore on, the feeling intensified.Every time I left my apartment, I couldn’t shake the sensation of eyes on my back. A chill would creep down my spine, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder more than usual. There was never anyone there, of course—just the usual crowd, strangers passing by without a second glance. Yet, the unease lingered.I tried to tell myself it was just paranoia. After everything that had happened—leaving Killian, losing the baby, moving to Paris, starting a new life—it was only natural that I’d feel vulnerable. The memories of Seria’s cruel words still gnawed at me, and I was dealing with my own demons. But this was different. This wasn’t just in my head.Cla