“You may now kiss the bride.”
My heart was about to explode seeing him tilting his head and leaning closer to me. He held my waist and pulled me closer to him, making my palms land on his chest. I didn’t have the time to process everything that had happened because my mind went blank the moment that Killian’s lips landed on mine. It was just a simple kiss. I couldn’t read his expression as if kissing me was nothing to him. I shook off the feeling of disappointment and just forced myself to smile at the people in front of us. The reception was nice and the food was delicious. Everything around the area was screaming luxury, and even the people invited were a bunch of wealthy people who I know were invited by Killian. My lips were already tired from smiling. We kept on talking with different people, and mostly, it was Killian who they had a long conversation with. Killian arm was wrapped around my waist while he was talking with someone. I couldn’t leave because I didn’t want to be rude. Finally, they were done talking, and I knew it was about business. Killian glanced at me for a moment before we headed back to our table. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Lannister.” Someone greeted us. I was frozen for a second before I said thank you while Killian only gave a nod. It was just weird to hear that I’m now Mrs. Lannister, but I know that I’ll get used to it. “Kiss!” I was peacefully drinking wine when I heard someone shout. They even made a sound coming from their wine glasses, tapping it with their spoons. I heard Killian sigh; he was sitting beside me. I looked at him, and without a second thought, he dipped his head and kissed me fully. This time, it was different; it wasn’t a short kiss. His hands were on my face and neck. I could taste the wine in his mouth. I couldn’t care less about the people's giggles. My attention was now fully on Killian’s lips on mine. I move my lips, mimicking his movement. He bit my lower lip, making me gasp; that was a chance for him to sneak his tongue. Our tongues battled inside. I was already drowned by our wet kiss. I was still disoriented when Killian broke the kiss. There was a flicker of lust on his face, but it vanished immediately. The event ended and I was really tired and exhausted. My social battery died down. That was one of the hell socialization that I had. “Take her to her room.” I heard Killian’s serious and harsh voice as we entered the house. It was huge and looked like a castle to me. So we are not sharing the same room, ha? That was actually a relief for me. I couldn’t help but be delighted by the fact that he didn’t want this marriage. It just means that we don’t need to have a honeymoon. “Cassandra.” I stopped climbing the staircase when Killian called me. I flinched when I heard how cold he called my name. I looked at him, he was just behind me. “Yes?” “Don’t wake up late tomorrow. We have a flight.” His voice was calm and casual. My forehead creased in confusion. “Flight? Where? For what?” He raised his brow at me and looked at me as if I was asking a dumb question. “For our honeymoon.” My eyes widened, and my lips parted at what I had just heard. “Honeymoon!?” “Why do you look so shocked?” His brows furrowed and his forehead creased. “What do newlywed couples do? Just fucking stared at each other?” I bit my lower lip and slowly nodded my head. He’s right, we are now a married couple and my duty as a wife is now starting. “Your family benefits a lot from this marriage while I don’t.” The corner of his lips tugged up as if he remembered something. “Might as well use you to warm my. bed.” I gasped at what I just heard. I felt a pang on my chest. How could he tell me that!? I suddenly felt nervous. “I don’t also benefit from this marriage, Killian.” My words almost came as whispered. “Your family does,” he said firmly as he looked straight into my eyes. “For sure, your family, too.” My voice was low. I avoided his gaze because of how intense it was. He chuckled sarcastically. “I don’t have family, Cassandra.” “What—” “Go to your room.” He cut me off with his harsh and firm tone. I shut my mouth and turned around. I climbed the staircase feeling confused. He doesn’t have a family... but I saw her mother’s picture on the internet. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking about his life and just mind mine. The room was big and beautiful, it felt like it was really built for me. I opened the closet and saw tons of clothes. Everything was really there and even accessories that I bet cost a lot. After scanning the place, I headed to the bathroom to change clothes. I couldn’t sleep well because of the thought that we would have our honeymoon tomorrow. I was feeling nervous again. Are we going to do it? Oh my god, I think I might get crazy thinking of those. I forced myself to sleep, but I couldn’t, so I decided to go downstairs and drink some milk. Maybe it would help me to fall asleep. I almost shouted when I saw a figure in the kitchen but as everything got clearer. I saw Killian opening the refrigerator. He glanced at my side, he must have noticed my footsteps. His forehead creased before he roamed his eyes on my body and something flickered in those orbs.I couldn’t shake the sense that something was off. Killian had been quieter than usual, his gaze distant even when we sat side by side. His words, when they came, felt like placeholders for thoughts he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—share. Every glance told me he was keeping something from me. I didn’t need to ask why there were men stationed outside our house, their figures half-hidden among the shadows of the trees. The last incident had rattled him. He was being careful, protective as always and I totally understand it.“Killian,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the cool surface of the window, “Can I go outside? Just for some air?”He looked up from his laptop, his eyes softening as they met mine. For a moment, his guard slipped, the edges of his face relaxing. “Alright,” he said, closing the laptop with a quiet snap.He stood from the couch, moving with the silent precision that had become his second nature. Killian always accompanied me now, shadowing my steps, his presence like an unspo
We were now lying on our bed, resting from that intense lovemaking. The warmth of Killian’s body pressed against mine was a welcome contrast to the cool breeze drifting off the ocean. His hand traced lazy circles on my back, his touch gentle and soothing in the aftermath of our passion.I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My mind felt hazy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was peaceful here, with him, in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything that had been chaotic in my life finally made sense when I was with Killian.But just as the calm began to settle deep within me, a familiar knot twisted in my stomach—a reminder of the memories I couldn’t reach, the pieces of my life that still felt so distant and broken. It was as if there were parts of me hidden behind a thick fog, moments I couldn’t quite touch, and that scared me m
Killian’s hands were rough as they slid down my bare skin, his touch igniting fires wherever he grazed. The cool sea breeze against my heated body did little to calm the flames that roared to life under his grasp. His lips never left mine, devouring me with a hunger that matched the wild beat of my heart.Before I could catch my breath, he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping as his eyes raked over my body, dark and possessive. There was an intensity in his gaze that sent a tremor through me, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful all at once. He didn’t speak, but the way his eyes burned into mine told me everything—he was going to take his time with me, here, in the open, where the only witness was the sky and the sea.I tried to catch my breath, but he gave me no time to recover. In a swift motion, he knelt before me, gripping the back of my thighs as he spread my legs. My back pressed against the cool stone behind me, but the chill was a welcome contrast to the heat radiating be
Killian stood at the stove, his back a perfect canvas of lean muscle shifting with every subtle movement. The sight alone made heat coil in my belly. He wasn’t doing anything particularly provocative—just cooking—but there was something undeniably sexy about the way he moved. After what we’d done in the bedroom, hunger for food should’ve been the only thing on my mind, yet here I was, craving him all over again.I slipped off the stool, my bare feet silent on the cool floor as I approached him. Without a word, I slid my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his warm, solid body. The scent of him, a mixture of the sea and something uniquely Killian flooded my senses. My heart gave a telling lurch, a reminder that while parts of my memory were still missing, my body recognized him. This was my husband, the man I loved, even if I couldn’t remember every moment we’d shared.Killian hummed, a low, content sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned back slightly into my embrace
Killian’s lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they traveled lower. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as if he was savoring the taste of my skin. My breath hitched when his mouth dipped to the valley between my breasts. The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent a ripple of electricity through me. I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped me, my back arching as if my body instinctively sought more of his touch. My toes curled, the pleasure so sharp it felt like I was experiencing it for the first time. The way he moved—every kiss, every lick—left me trembling, desperate for more.“Killian…” His name came out in a breathless moan.His lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped, a jolt of pleasure mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Pain and pleasure blurred together, sending shockwaves through me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer as if he could drown the ache that was building inside
I woke to a heaviness weighing down every part of me like my limbs were anchored to the bed. My skin felt too tight and burning hot, and my muscles throbbed with a dull ache that wouldn't let up. A groan escaped my lips as I blinked against the harsh light spilling through the room, trying to adjust to the brightness that stabbed at my eyes. Through the haze, I saw him—Killian—moving across the room with quiet grace, his hair damp from the shower, a wet towel in hand. He hadn’t noticed I was awake yet. I tried to speak, but my throat was raw like sandpaper had scraped against it.“Killian…” The word rasped out of me, barely audible. Even my own voice sounded foreign.At the sound of his name, his head snapped in my direction, concern clouding his dark eyes. He was at my side in an instant, gently easing me back onto the pillows when I tried to sit up. “You need to rest, darling,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like a warm blanket wrapping around me.I nodded weakly, too ti