Page 34 of Killian

“You shouldn’t be here alone,” I say, choosing my words carefully as I step up beside him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I study the man I haven’t seen in the last six months.

He looks exhausted.

Killian turns and looks at me as I step into him. I kiss the corner of his mouth and linger. As I move to pull away, he catches me, pulling me into him and steals a kiss.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Always,” I say without hesitation.

My mind shifts into another memory from that same spot on that trip.

“Come, I want to show you something.”

“Kill...” I hesitate, biting my lip. Slowly, I put my hand in his and let him drag me out of the house.

We make our way down to the cliffs again. But this time the sun is setting, a blanket with pillows laid out, making me gasp.

“When did you have time to do this?” I ask, completely blown away.

“While you were in the shower.” He shrugs, pulling us both down onto the blanket.

Killian pulls out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and pours us both a drink.

“Sláinte,” he says, tapping his glass to mine.

“Sláinte,” I murmur, bringing the glass to my lips, taking a sip, instantly feeling warm.

Killian and I just sit in silence. Enjoying each other's company. Eventually I set my glass to the side and lay down on my side, facing him. Killian copies my movements, laying down next to me. He reaches out and runs his hand along my face, cupping my jaw.

We move at the same time, our lips meeting in the middle. What starts as a simple kiss turns into a passionate one and before I know it, our hands are wandering.

“Tell me you want me,” he mutters as he lays kisses on my neck as his hand trails up my thigh.

I can’t help but shiver. “You know I do.”

I feel Killian smile against my skin before he pulls away.

“What are...” I gasp as he grabs me, setting me on top of him.

“Killian.” I blush, looking around.

“Have you ever thought about being fucked outside, a ghrá?”

“We can’t,” I weakly protest as I grind myself onto him unconsciously.

“Oh, but we can.” He smiles wickedly. “It’s just you and me. No one around to see.”

But what if someone does?

The thought just makes me wetter.

“But before I take you out here for the birds to see, there’re some things I must do.”

“What’s that?” I ask breathlessly, loving the way his hands feel on my skin after so long apart.

“I need to devour you,” he rasps, moving me again.

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