Page 103 of Keep Me In Your Heart

“Come for me, darling,” I mutter, fighting the urge to lose it myself. “Come for your husband.”

“I’m almost…there,” she shrieks, her voice tight and high-pitched.

Reaching between us, I press my thumb to her clit and help her ride out her climax when it hits. Her hips jerk, and her grip tightens, so I keep up my thrusts. She goes breathless, but I don’t let her stop.

“One more time, Sylvie. Say it.”

“I love you,” she breathes, this time gazing into my eyes. It’s as if she’s yanking me over the edge with her, making me feel the same earth-shattering pressure she was feeling. My cock shudders and shoots inside her, filling her up more than I expected in what feels like a never-ending orgasm.

We rock together, riding out the rest of it in sync. When my body is spent, and my heart has stopped hammering, I slowly riseand look down at her. Brushing her hair out of her face, I kiss her softly again. Our kisses are unhurried now and familiar. As normal as breathing.

“Aren’t you going to say it?” she whispers.

“I don’t need to say it, mo ghràidh. You should just know.”

“Well, I want to hear it anyway,” she argues with a twist of her nose.

Caging in her face with my arms around her on the bed, I press my lips to hers as I whisper, “I love you, you stubborn little woman.”

She smiles softly up at me as she runs her fingers through my hair.

“How are you feeling now?” I ask in a gentle tone.

“I feel good. And tired.”

She looks exhausted, but after the night she’s had, I’m not surprised. “I want you to drink some water before you fall asleep, understand?”

Naturally, she rolls her eyes. “Are you going to be bossy now?”

“When it comes to taking care of you, you bet your arse I am.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, and neither of us say anything for a moment. “Thank you, Killian.”

“I’m your husband. You don’t have to thank me.”

Very carefully, I rise from between her legs. Resting on my heels, I watch as my seed slowly leaks from its home, so with a smile and a wink in her direction, I very gently push it back in.

Part Five

Sylvie

Chapter Thirty-Three

“Killian,” I shout down the long hallway. “Are you ready yet?”

“I’m comin’, woman. Would you calm down?” he replies huskily as he stomps down the stairs.

“The car’s ready,” I say, urging him as I give him an impatient expression.

I know I shouldn’t rush him. This is a big deal for him, but the thing with Killian is that if he doesn’t make it a big deal, then I can’t make it a big deal. So, I have to act as if this little trip to the coast is nothing out of the ordinary and a simple road trip.

It’s anything but.

I know that. He knows that.

It took me weeks to talk him into this plan, and while I’ve been slowly easing him out of the house here and there, I know he’s ready for a weekend away from the manor. It’s the middle of summer now. The weather is beautiful, and I desperately need some coastline sunshine in my life.

I’m trying not to think about how there are only two more months until the end of this contract. And since I can no longer deny that my feelings for my husband are real, I have to face thetruth. He’s going to lose this house.

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