Page 48 of Killian De Luca

Inside him.

I want to be able to be so inside him to the point where I can hold his heart in my hands.

It’s like his kisses awaken my soul and when he pulls away I feel so deprived and empty.

Who knew I would crave someone like Killian.

“Don’t ever doubt me and who’s in charge between the two of us. I’ll fucking ruin you Reign and you won’t even be able to do a thing about it.”

Killian then turns around without another word and leaves with the elevator.

Twenty-Five

Killian

It’s close to 2:00amwhen I enter the suite. The lights are all shut off, but the curtains are open making the room have some natural lighting from the moon.

I definitely feel more relaxed than I did when I left the room. My body feels relaxed from the two glasses of the bar’s most expensive scotch.

My dad called me, but I didn’t answer. I think my mom sensed something was wrong because she texted me.

Hi baby. I know your dad tried calling but you didn’t answer. I want to make sure you’re okay and taking care of yourself. I love you. You better call your Mama soon. I miss you.

I just hearted the message because I didn’t feel like responding but she had to know how I was doing.

I walk through the suite and go towards where the bedroom is. I open the door slowly and look towards the bed.

I don’t see Reign’s face, but the blankets are covering her figure as her chest rises and falls. I can hear her small snores.

Ever since we landed in France, I haven’t slept in the bed with her.

It’s a temptation to say the least. Being near Reign when we’re in public and I can’t even touch her is enough for me to want to grab her and take her to the nearest corner to devour her.

Or whenever we are at the table back in Bulgaria and she gives me those innocent glances or blushes, it makes me want to throw her on the table, wrap her legs around my fucking head and make her see stars.

Obviously not in front of her family though.

Fuck it, tonight I’m over me pulling away.

In the warehouse today, I honestly thought I was going to lose her. I was fucking terrified, and I swear I felt my heart, my useless fucking heart, beat so rapidly and hard against my chest I thought I was going to die before saving her.

I’ve never cared enough about dying or if anyone else died for that matter, but that changed today.

I was prepared for my mom’s death and someday mine as well.

But for some reason, seeing Reign cover while people started taking shots at her, I felt my heart almost catch on fire and burn.

So yes, I did lecture the living fuck out of her and yes, I would 100% do it again to make sure that shit doesn’t happen in the future.

I had to leave the room before I took her neck in my hands and strangled the living fuck out of her for not listening to me.

I walk inside the room and towards the bed. I sit down next to her legs and move the covers down so I can see her face.

Her soft, pink lips are parted, and her long eyelashes caress her under eyes while she sleeps calmly.

She has one hand under her head and the other resting on her chest. I reach over and move a strand of her hair away from her face, softly caressing her soft cheek with my thumb.

My eyes go down to her chest and I move her hand and lay it on the bed. I reach towards where her heart is and lay my palm on her chest, feeling her steady and calm heart beating against her chest.

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