The sharp crack of it shattered through the heated air, cutting through the haze of pleasure and passion that had wrapped around us.
Killian’s body tensed instantly. His grip on me tightened for a fraction of a second before he moved. In a blink, he was off me, grabbing his discarded pants from the floor and pulling them on with practiced precision.
My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline mixing with the remnants of desire. My body was still bare, tingling from his touch, but the moment had flipped in an instant—from raw intimacy to imminent danger.
His movements were swift, calculated, controlled. But his jaw was tight, the muscle there ticking with restrained fury. The heat between us just moments ago had transformed into something else entirely.
"I’m sorry. Are you alright?" He cup
