Page 70 of Innocent Union
Ikeep pacing the house, waiting for Killian to return home. What am I going to do without him if he dies? Will Patrick come for me? Will he kill me? And what will Antonio do? He’d have to go to war.
None of those outcomes sound good.
I never told Killian I love him, and I vow that if he returns home, I’ll tell him.
When I hear Killian’s car in the driveway, my hope spikes. I run outside. He’s getting out of the car. Alive.
I gasp, running over to him. Killian grunts when I throw my arms around him.
“Careful,” he says. “Got shot in the shoulder.”
I let him go. “Are you ok?”
“I’m ok. Antonio stitched me up so I could get home to you sooner. Patrick is dead. I’ll finally be able to take over. I’ll always make sure you’re safe, Mia. I promise.”
I kiss him, and Killian responds in kind.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “I should have told you sooner. I love you so much, Killian. I just want to start our lives together.”
“Me, too.” He cups my face. “And I love you. God, I love you.”
He kisses me again.
It doesn’t take us long to walk back into the house, get to our bedroom, and take our clothes off.
Even though Killian’s shoulder is hurting, he doesn’t let it get in the way.
I push him down on the bed and get on top of him.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” he says.
“Your shoulder is hurt. And besides, I can’t be insecure forever. I want to be confident with you. I’m not afraid any longer.”
I’m already wet for him as I place my legs on either side of his waist. We lock eyes. Then, without being scared, I lower myself on to his erection. I gasp as he groans. In this new position, he’s able to sink deeper than before.
I rest my hands on his chest to steady myself as I rock my hips around, getting used to this new sensation.
Killian stares up at me with so much love in his eyes; I could almost cry. Together, we move as one. He holds my hips as I grind them down.
I hope Killian can sense the love from me. He has helped me so much. He has shown me what it’s like to believe in myself. He has shown me there’s more to life than petty drama.
My pace increases as my breath comes out faster. Killian brings my hips down, helping me to rock harder against him.
“Killian,” I gasp, my inner walls clenching down around his length.
“Mia.” His murmur is so sexy, it makes my toes curl.
When I sink back down, his erection brushes that sweet spot within me, and I come.
“Killian!” I cry out, throwing my head back in wild abandon. No more time to feel insecure. I only want to feel beautiful with my husband.
He follows, his seed filling me up. The growl that escapes him is so primal, it almost makes me come again. He pulls me down to him and kisses me with so much passion, I lose my breath.
We stay like that—me on top of him—for a while, content just to hold one another.
“I promised I’d return to you, didn’t I?” he says.
“You did.”
