|| Author POV ||
Killian rested his face in his palm, pressing the pillow beneath his elbow and his eyes stayed fixed on Rosalie.
He went easy on her. He didn’t let his beast loose on her delicate body. She looked so peaceful sleeping soundly beside the devil.
He knew his words had hurt her. But what else could he say? What was love, anyway?
To him, it was nothing but a lie. Everyone chasing after something for their own gain.
Still, he couldn’t understand why he wanted her. So, he named it obsession.
If it’s temporary, then let it be. He didn’t care. Killian slowly brushed the strands of hair away from her face. His fingers grazed her smooth fair skin.
His eyes drifted down to her lips.
Is it lust?
If it was lust, he should have been satisfied by now. He’d f****d her thrice alrea
