Chapter 65

"Kiss me," I implored, once again enslaved by my body, unashamed of my words. "Kiss me, Killian."

I never really understood the power of desire until this very moment, until we were both inside my apartment, standing inches away from each other, feeding off the sensations, the overwhelming sense of need and desire.

"I'm afraid to do so."

My breath quickened. "Why?"

"Because," he took a step closer to me, so close, I could barely breathe. But rather than kissing me, he swept my hair over one shoulder and ran his fingers over my bare neck. "There's so much I want to do to you right now, there's so much I feel." He admitted, trailing his hand down my arm. "But I'm afraid I might hurt you again."

A burst of pleasure shot through me at his words. "You won't hurt me, Killian, I know you won't. So kiss me right now."

"Are you sure?" he murmured, his words falling mere inches from my lips. "Because once I do, I might not be able to stop."

"I trust you."

That seemed to do the trick because