Page 60 of Innocent Union
He walks over to his mom’s bed and slumps over it. “Mom?” His shoulders begin to shake. It takes me a second to realize he’s crying.
“Killian.” I place my hand on his shoulder, and he leans into my touch, which is encouraging. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” he rasps.
“I don’t know the details. We were talking. Your mom and me. And then she just …”
He nods as he stares down at her. “I knew this day was coming, but I was holding out hope for as long as possible.”
“I know. She was happy knowing we’re together. She looked happy, Killian. Know that.”
“I do.” He wipes at his eyes. “I do. She wanted to see me in love before she passed. She got to do that.”
My heart skips a beat. “Love?”
He turns to me, an intensity in his eyes I’ve never seen before. “Mia, you make me happy. Despite everything, I’m happy. But my mom—” He stops, catching his breath.
I pull him into a hug. “It’s ok. You don’t have to speak. I know this is tough for you.”
“First my brother. Now my mom.”
I hold him tighter. “I understand loss. The day my father died, I felt crushed under the weight of grief. I understand, Killian. I’m here for you.”
He clings to me tighter. “I know. I know.”
We hold each other until Killian is ready to say goodbye to his mom. He kisses her head before leaving. I hold his hand, silently giving him strength, as we leave the hospital and return home.
When we get home,Killian surprises me by kissing me in the foyer. I don’t fight it, even when he pushes me up against the wall.
It isn’t until he starts kissing down my neck I say something. “Killian. Are you sure? You just lost your mom.”
“I’m sure. I need you, Mia. I don’t want to feel what I’m feeling right now. I want to forget for a few minutes. Help me forget.”
I’m not sure if that’s exactly healthy, but I don’t argue. I understand the need to forget the pain of losing your parent.
So, I nod and let Killian have his way with me.
I gasp as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses my back into the wall. Our kiss is desperate, passionate, and full of things we don’t have to say.
I unbuckle his pants and pull out his still-growing erection.
He pushes my skirt up and pulls my panties down just enough for him to slide his length against my folds.
Our eyes lock in a heated gaze before he thrusts into me. I cling to him and let out a moan as our bodies begin to move. Killian isn’t as gentle as he’s been in the past. This time, there’s a roughness there that can only come from emotional pain.
Killian grips my thighs so tight; I wonder if they’ll bruise. I don’t care, though. All I care about is making sure he’s ok.
He thrusts his erection deeper into me. My inner walls clench around him, making him groan. I gasp as his pace picks up. It’s rough, wild, and a little scary.
But despite that, I still trust Killian explicitly.
Our hips grind together. I clench my legs and bring him closer to me. Our heated breath mingles together as we kiss.
“Mia,” Killian groans, shuddering as he comes.
That sends me over the edge, and my orgasm soon follows. When it does, I whisper his name.
Killian continues to hold me, even after our orgasms have passed. I hold him back, and together, we stay like that, comforting each other.
