Chapter 4: The Romance
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Amelia POV
The soft glow of dawn painted the room in golden hues, but I didn’t want to move. Not when I was wrapped in the warmth of Killian’s embrace, his arms holding me possessively against his chest. His steady heartbeat was a soothing rhythm beneath my cheek, grounding me in a reality that still felt like a dream.
I shifted slightly, and he tightened his hold, his lips pressing lazily against my bare shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, little mate?” His voice was husky, laced with sleep, but there was something else—something darker, more sinful.
A shiver ran through me as he trailed soft kisses up my neck, his breath fanning against my skin. “I wasn’t going anywhere,” I whispered, my voice betraying the effect he had on me.
He hummed in approval, rolling me beneath him in one smooth motion. His eyes, a stormy mix of desire and something deeper, searched mine. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”
His fingers traced lazy patterns along my arm, his touch featherlight yet scorching. “I never thought I’d get a second chance, Amelia,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my jaw. “The Moon Goddess must have known I needed you.”
My breath hitched as his lips trailed lower, his hands exploring every curve as if memorizing me. “Killian…” My voice was barely a whisper, lost in the intoxicating haze of his touch.
“Say my name again,” he commanded, his lips ghosting over my collarbone before trailing down.
“Killian,” I breathed, my fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer.
His growl of approval sent a thrill down my spine. He worshiped me, his every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise making me feel more cherished than I ever had in my life. The passion between us was undeniable, but there was something else—something deeper.
Possession. Devotion. Love.
Hours passed in a blur of heated kisses and whispered vows. When we finally lay tangled together, our breaths mingling, Killian pulled me even closer. “I will never let anything happen to you, my Luna,” he vowed. “You are mine.”
Killian stretched lazily beside me, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on my bare back. The way he looked at me made my heart race, like I was the most precious thing in his world.
“I need to run to my office and quickly get something,” he murmured against my temple, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Come with me.”
I blinked up at him, still hazy from the night before. “Your office?”
He smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Yes, little mate. My office. You’re my Luna now, which means you go where I go.” His voice lowered, growing huskier. “I don’t like being away from you.”
I bit my lip, nodding. “Okay.”
Killian grinned, pulling me out of bed effortlessly. He dressed swiftly, but not before stealing a few lingering kisses that left my legs weak. I scrambled to find something suitable to wear, still getting used to the luxurious selection of clothes his housekeeper had provided for me.
By the time I was ready, Killian was already waiting by the door, his intense gaze sweeping over me. “Perfect,” he murmured, taking my hand in his much larger one. “Let’s go.”
The moment we stepped outside, his guards straightened, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of me by Killian’s side. Whispers followed us as we made our way to his sleek black car, but Killian ignored them.
He helped me inside before sliding in beside me, his presence dominating the space. “You’ll like my office,” he mused, his fingers playing absentmindedly with mine. “Though I doubt I’ll get much work done with you there.”
I blushed, turning to look out the window. I had never imagined a life like this, a life where I was wanted, protected.
The drive to Killian’s office was smooth, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up my spine. Killian, sensing my tension, gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, his thumb lazily stroking the back of my palm.
“You’ll be safe here,” he murmured as we pulled up in front of a towering glass building. “My territory, my rules.”
He stepped out first, opening my door before I could react. His possessiveness was something I was still getting used to, but I couldn't deny the way it made my heart race.
Inside, the building was grand—marble floors, sleek furniture, and an air of power that reminded me exactly who Killian was.
“I need to handle something quickly,” Killian said, brushing his lips against my forehead. “Wait for me here. I won’t be long.”
I nodded, watching as he disappeared down the hall.
I barely had a moment to take in my surroundings before an all-too-familiar voice sliced through the air.
“You really have no shame, do you?”
I stiffened, my stomach twisting painfully. Slowly, I turned—and there they were.
Damien and Lillian.
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