FREYA
His arms wrapped around me like they’d been made for that single purpose... holding me together when everything else in my world tried to pull me apart. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, each thud a reminder that he was real, that this moment was real.
But the warmth rising in my chest, building low in my stomach, was too much to ignore.
“Killian,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I don’t want you to hold back tonight.”
His jaw tightened, his hand lifting to cup the side of my face with a gentleness that didn’t match the hunger in his eyes. “You don’t mean that,” he teased.
“I do,” I said, surprising both of us with the firmness in my voice. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “You said I was yours. I don’t want to keep wondering if Selene or anyone
