He didn't rush. Every movement was deliberate, a slow, sensual confirmation that this was a choice, a mutual surrender to the inevitable. He pushed open the heavy door to the master suite, and we stumbled inside.
He finally set me down, and we stood there, chest to chest, breathing hard, the only light coming from the moon slicing through the large windows.
The world narrowed down to the sound of our ragged breathing, the powerful thump of our hearts against each other, and the dizzying realization that the man who was supposed to be my obstacle was now the only thing I needed. This wasn't a calculated move; it was a desperate, primal need to be seen and understood by the person who had shared my deepest fear.
Killian
“f**k it.”
I pulled her into me, fisting her hair and kissing her
