Page 50 of Savage Reign

That might be the case, but that didn’t mean all our problems were gone.

I tried to move off the table, but he was standing between my legs, as immovable as a fucking mountain. My lips pulled back into a sneer.

“Are you fucking serious? You won’t talk to me, but you want to fuck?”

His grin was frustratingly sexy. I wanted to slap it off him.

“We talked. What else is there?”

I slapped his bare chest. “A lot. What about feelings?”

He frowned, showcasing a slight wrinkle between his brows. “Yours?” He shook his head, his face relaxing. “I already know how you feel about me, firecracker.”

Doubtful, considering I had never said anything like that to him.

“What about your feelings?” I gritted out. Maverick and Silas were hard to read, but at least I didn’t have to guess how they felt. Not now. Killian was a whole other ball game, and I didn’t fucking know how to play.

He pressed his hand down on my stomach, and I held my breath to keep from reacting to such a simple touch. He leaned down close until only several inches separated his face from mine. I looked up and took in the dark irises of his eyes, along with the gold flecks reflected by the sunlight coming in through the nearby window.

“Feelings?” he asked, his voice low. I blinked and looked away, not wanting him to see the emotions I was sure reflected in my eyes.

He cupped my cheek with one hand and gently tugged me back so that I was looking at him. There was a small smile on his face that I didn’t know what to make of.

“How could you not know? You think I go crazy over any girl out there?”

“You got the crazy part right,” I muttered.

His smile widened. “How could you really not know? I love you.”

My breath caught, and then I stopped breathing.

He…what?

The smile never left his face, and it only got more arrogant when my lungs burned, and I took in a deep breath of air.

Even when he smiled like this, there was nothing soft about his face. I doubt I would ever see it. All the harsh lines of his features coming in to form such a beautiful man who looked like he hated the world.

“You love—me?” I asked, my voice catching on the word.Love.

I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had uttered those words to me. My eyes stung, and he frowned. “That wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

I shook my head, speechless.

“I fucking love you.”

I cried harder, trying to gasp for air. When it didn’t feel like I was slowly being choked to death, I looked him straight in the eyes and said softly, “I love you too.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, that one word uttered out with so much desperation I wanted to drown in it. I wasn’t sure he meant for me to hear that.

I let out a shaky exhale just as he closed the gap between us and kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck automatically, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss.

I hummed against him, taking in the taste, the feel, the—everything. I could never get enough of this. I let out a whimper in protest when he pulled away, not that it deterred him. He stood back up between my legs, his heated eyes taking in my naked body, his gaze lingering on some places more than others. He pushed his hand up, from my stomach, up my sternum, between my breasts, until he had my slender neck wrapped with one big hand.

I tried not to move.

His eyes took on a wicked glint as he teasingly moved his hand down my body, stopping when he got to my nipple, playing with it.

“Now, baby, can I fuck you,please?”

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