Page 92 of Love and War

Realizing that we might have different versions of what “take care” meant I grabbed his shoulder.

“Take care of her as in, actually take care of her. Don’t murder her or hurt her. I’ll figure out what Aziza wants.”

Z looked down at my hand, and I quickly dropped it. He nodded his head once more and left.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way back into her room. Aziza was passed out, so climbing in beside her once more, I grabbed her hand and brought it back to my throat. Hand on her stomach, I smiled when she began to kick her mother. Our little baby.

My family.

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Killian

Two weeks later

Azizaendedupstayingfor a week in the hospital until the doctors deemed she was okay to go home. Some of her stitches along her legs were able to come out but most of them had to stay. Salem and Zane came to visit almost every day, while Aziza tried everything to steer the conversation away from what happened with Zander. I couldn’t help but notice it was because I knew her biggest secret. And the fact was, Salem had no idea.

When we arrived back at her house, Aziza broke down crying again saying she hated the house and didn’t want to be there anymore. It took three days for us to pack up her belongings she wanted and move to a rental. I had plans to build us a house, I already had land close. So now it was just hiring a company to build the house Aziza wanted.

I just needed her to come up with ideas, and how many bedrooms she would want. Opening the door, Aziza sat on the edge of the bed. Her shorts wrapped around her ankle, her shirt lifted over one arm. Frustration seeped through her, just from the way she was glaring over at her shirt halfway wrapped around her.

“Moya Printsessa…” I hurried to her side, reaching for her shirt.

“We’ve been over this before. I need to shower, an actual shower. Not the sponge baths you keep giving me.” She glanced over at me, her pleading eyes, begging me. And fuck me, she knew I’d do anything for her.

“Okay, I’ll have to get in with you.”

She smiled, and it was anything but innocent. She was thinking dirty, and I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard. She needed to heal, not me getting hard and wanting to shove her against the shower wall.

Standing, I turned the water on so it could heat up. Needing the extra ten seconds, praying my cock would deflate. Even as I stripped out of my clothes, I thought about everything else besides her naked body.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Going back to Aziza, I helped her step out of her shorts, helping her into the bathroom. Peeling off the rest of her clothes, I helped her into the shower. Careful not to drench her stitches in the water, I moved the shower spray.

Aziza moaned as the warm water hit her head, her hands reaching for my chest, bracing herself against me. Slipping my arm around her waist, I guided the sprayer to her head. She opened her eyes, holding my gaze.

“What, beautiful?” I asked, leaning to the side to grab her shampoo.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” she mumbled, closing her eyes again when I began working it into her head.

“I’m not going anywhere, moya Printsessa.”

“I know, I trust you,” she whispered. I don’t think she realized what those words meant to me. To have her trust me, to know that I wasn’t leaving her again. It meant the whole world to me. It was all I wanted from the beginning, to know that I loved her. Would do anything for her.

Aziza didn’t keep her moans quiet, as I washed and rinsed her hair and conditioned and even as I began washing her body. Her moans echoed around the large shower stall. Even her breathing picked up when I washed between her thighs. Careful of her stitches.

My cock was rock hard, and when she opened her hazel eyes towards me, her pupils dilated. “Killian,” her voice rasped. “I need… I need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Standing back up, I raised her body, the sprayer aimed at her cunt. I shouldn’t have done it, because Aziza began moving her thighs back and forth looking for some type of friction.

“Please, Killian. I need you. I’m aching, and I need you. I need you to touch me, make me cum,” she begged.

“Kiss me,” I demanded. And she wasted no time, hooking her hand around my neck, dragging me down.

Her warm, full lips met mine. Soon her tongue poked out, demanding entry. Our tongues tangled together, as both my arms wrapped around her waist. Lifting her up easily, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands gripped my hair, yanking my mouth away from her. She smiled before latching onto my neck. Sucking hard, I groaned, knowing she was marking me.

I fumbled, reaching for the shower handle ready to turn it off when Aziza stopped her attack on my neck, a gasp leaving her mouth. I didn’t have to ask what she saw; I already knew. I held on to her tightly, refusing to let her go even when she began to push against my shoulder.

“Kill—”

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