Page 53 of Killian

With a heavy sigh, she finally admitted, “Yes.”

At that moment, Killian leaned in and kissed her again before whispering against her lips, “I love you too.”

She gasped in shock as she pushed him away. “You do not.”

But Killian only laughed, pulled her back into his arms, and then looked into her eyes. “I think I’d know if I loved someone or not.” He tenderly cupped her face in his hands. “I love you, Celine Nelson, with all my heart.”

Celine wrapped her arms around his waist and cried.

“Why are you crying?”

“I knew you heard me, and I was afraid you’d tell me you didn’t want to see me again.”

“Oh, baby. I wanted to say something when I heard you, but I didn’t want to say it in front of your friends. I had a feeling you knew I heard you, but telling you was a private matter.”

“You’re right, but I was terrified I ruined everything.”

“The only way that would happen is if you told me you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“I was afraid that’s what you were going to say.”

“Nope.” He kissed her lips. “Want to try out the new bed?”

Celine looked at him. “I’m not sleepy.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” He stared into her eyes.

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Killian removed his T-shirt, then pulled hers off as well. Dropping them to the floor, he gazed into her eyes, letting her know how much he wanted her without saying a word.

He glanced down at her bra, barely containing her breasts, then he removed her jeans, leaving her in her lacy panties.

In the dimly lit room, her body was a work of art, curvaceous and enticing, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. His heart pounded in his chest as he took in every inch of her.

With a growl, he pulled her toward him, his hands roaming over her body as if they had a mind of their own. She gasped as he began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to send shivers down her spine.

He reached around to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor as he took in the sight of her full breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they were hard and erect.

She moaned softly, her hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt, then she unsnapped hisjeans, lowered the zipper and pushed them and his boxer briefs off his hips. He kicked off his boots, removed his jeans and his erection sprang free as she wrapped her hand around it.

Killian groaned, the sensation of her touch almost too much to bear. He knew he wanted her, needed her, in the most primal way possible. He removed her panties and took in the sight of her. He would never get enough of this woman, even if he lived to be hundred years old.

He turned her around, pushed her onto the bed as his hands gripped her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire as she bit her lip in anticipation. He rolled on a condom and entered her slowly, his body shaking with the effort it took to hold back. She was tight and wet, and the feeling of being inside her was almost indescribable.

He began to thrust, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving with his as if they were one.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building as he continued to slide in and out of her. Reaching around her, he touched her clitoris, and her inner muscles tightened around him as she cried out.

With one final thrust, he came, his body convulsing, as he groaned out her name.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and exhausted. As they lay there, tangledin each other’s arms, he knew that this was a moment he would never forget. Knowing they loved each other.

Killian rolled onto his back and Celine inched closer to him and laid her head on his chest.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, are you?”

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