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“If ye wanted me to kiss ye, ye could’ve just asked,wife,” he rasped, his breath hot against her mouth.

A sharp inhale left her lips. Every nerve in her body ignited, her pride warring with an undeniable, reckless need.

“I am not asking,” she whispered defiantly.

The air snapped like a cord pulled too tight.

And finally, Killian crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp as fire surged through them both.

CHAPTER 17

Killian’s kiss was rough, claiming, but she met him with equal fervor. Their bodies pressed together, searing heat building with every frenzied touch.

His hands roamed, tugging her waist against him, then sliding down to her hips.

Her fingers tangled in his thick, dark hair as she arched into him, her skin burning where his hands gripped her.

With one hand still cupping her cheek, his other skimmed down her side, tracing the curve of her thigh before sliding beneath the hem of her gown.

Yvette gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, igniting a fire that consumed her from within.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her lips, his voice rough and desperate, though his hand didn’t still.

“Don’t. Don’t stop,” she whispered, tilting her head back against the wall, surrendering to the flames consuming her.

Killian’s mouth trailed down her neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her throat while his hand teased higher beneath her skirts, finding her quim and sending shivers through her body.

His fingers brushed against the sensitive core of her, drawing a sharp moan from her lips.

Christ! What was this sensation?

She had never experienced anything like it before, and she felt she’d go crazy. She had wickedly provoked him when she didn’t know half of what it entailed.

“Ye’re driving me mad,” he murmured darkly, his breath hot against her ear.

His fingers teased, sliding in between her, to her wetness. She sucked a breath.

“Ye like that, do ye not?” He asked but Yvette couldn’t bring herself to respond.

Her lips parted, but no words came out as his finger sunk into her, pulling in and out, until her knees nearly buckled from the intensity of her need.

“Oh!” She moaned breathlessly, sending her head backward, but it was blocked by the door behind her.

Yvette clung to him, gasping as he claimed her mouth again.

His touch was relentless, pushing her further into a dizzying haze of pleasure. She could feel herself unraveling, lost in the relentless, heady pull of him.

Then—

A sharp knock sounded behind her, the sound cutting through the haze like ice water.

They both froze, their breathing ragged, hearts pounding in unison. Killian’s forehead rested against hers, his fingers still gripping her waist as he cursed under his breath.

“Your Grace?” a voice called from the other side of the door, hesitant and uncertain. “Shall I return later?”

Yvette bit her lip, struggling to contain her wild breathing. Killian’s eyes burned into hers, frustration and desire warring within their depths.

Slowly, he drew back, his jaw tight with restraint.

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