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My greedy little angel

Rae’s POVThe sun had dipped lower, painting the private cove in warm honey and rose-gold. The picnic blanket was a soft mess beneath us—half-eaten tartlets, scattered grape stems, the rosé bottle tipped sideways in its bucket, ice long melted. Killian lay on his back, one arm folded behind his head, the other lazily tracing circles on my bare hip where the cherry wine dress had ridden up hours ago. I was draped half across his chest, cheek pressed to his heartbeat, legs tangled with his, toes brushing the sand at the edge of the blanket.I felt… spoiled. Worshipped. Like every inch of my skin had been kissed and claimed and adored until I was glowing from the inside out. But even after all of it—the letters, the fruit-feeding, the slow beach sex that left us both shaking—I still felt that restless little spark low in my belly. The one that always whispered more when I was with him.I lifted my head, propping my chin on his sternum so I could look at his face. His eyes were half-

Not even close

Rae’s POVThe blanket beneath us was warm from the sun, grains of sand clinging to the edges where the tide had kissed the shore earlier. The picnic remnants—half-eaten tartlets, scattered grape stems, the empty rosé bottle tipped sideways in its bucket—lay forgotten a few feet away. The only sounds were the lazy roll of waves, the occasional cry of a seabird overhead, and our breathing, already uneven just from the way we were looking at each other.I was still straddling Killian’s thighs, the cherry wine dress long discarded in a crumpled heap beside us. My skin felt flushed and sensitive everywhere he’d touched, licked, sucked. His cock rested heavy and thick against my inner thigh—hard again, slick from earlier, the head flushed dark and glistening. Every tiny shift of my hips dragged my wet folds along his length, and the friction made us both hiss.I leaned down slowly—bracing my hands on his chest—until my lips brushed his ear.“I’m not done thanking you yet,” I whispered,

Ready to head back?

Rae’s POVThe sun had slid halfway down the sky, turning the water around us into liquid gold. We were still tangled together in the shallows—legs wrapped, arms locked, hearts beating in lazy sync. My cheek rested against Killian’s collarbone; his chin tucked over my head. Neither of us had spoken in a while. We didn’t need to. The quiet was full—warm, satisfied, complete.Eventually he shifted—just enough to press a kiss to my temple.“We should rinse off properly,” he murmured against my skin. “There’s a waterfall not far. Private. Perfect temperature.”I lifted my head, eyes widening with fresh delight.“A waterfall?”He smiled—that slow, secret one that always made my stomach flip.“Thought you might like it.”I nodded so fast my wet hair slapped my shoulders.“Take me.”He laughed—low, fond—then scooped me up again, cradling me against his chest like I was weightless. Water sluiced off our bodies as he waded deeper into the cove, then turned left along a narrow path half-hidde

Carry me

Killian’s POVThe island was already a memory behind us—sand still clinging to the floor mats, salt still on our skin—but Rae was right here, curled against the passenger door with her bare feet tucked under her thighs, head resting on the window, cherry-wine dress wrinkled and glowing in the golden light that poured through the glass.She looked like a dream I hadn’t earned.I kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console until I couldn’t stand the distance anymore. I slid my palm onto her thigh—slow, careful—fingers splaying wide so I could feel the warmth of her through the thin fabric. Her skin was still sun-kissed, still carrying the faint scent of saltwater and vanilla body butter. She sighed in her sleep—small, contented—and shifted closer, letting her knee fall open so my hand settled higher, thumb brushing the inside of her leg in lazy, comforting arcs.I didn’t squeeze. Didn’t tease. Just held her. Let her know I was there.She stirred after a few mi

Under the table

Rae’s POVThe next morning arrived soft and golden, sunlight slipping through the curtains in lazy ribbons that made the whole room feel like it was still half-dreaming. I woke slowly—stretching under the covers, feeling every faint, delicious ache Killian had left behind yesterday on the island. My body remembered him in every movement: the tender spots on my hips where his fingers had gripped, the faint pink marks on my breasts from his mouth, the warm, used-up throb between my thighs that made me smile into the pillow like a secret.I rolled over, reached for my phone on the nightstand, and smiled even wider when I saw his text from 6:17 a.m.Killian: Morning, my angel. Already thinking about yesterday. You were perfect. Text me when you’re up. Need to hear your voice. Love you.I typed back quickly—fingers flying, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when I thought about him.Me:Morning Daddy. Just woke up. Still feel you everywhere. Miss you already. Love you mo

Does it get better?

Rae’s POV The kitchen felt smaller after Richard left—like the air had thickened with unsaid words and the faint scent of his overpriced cologne. Mom bustled around the sink, rinsing plates with more force than necessary.Victor folded his newspaper neatly, stood, and kissed her cheek before heading toward his study, murmuring something about a conference call. Killian lingered a moment longer—his eyes meeting mine across the table one last time, a silent question in them: You okay?I nodded subtly, forcing a small smile. He pushed back his chair, cleared his plate, and excused himself with a polite "Thanks for breakfast" before disappearing down the hall toward the pool house door.The second the room cleared, Mom turned off the faucet with a sharp twist. She dried her hands on a dish towel—slow, deliberate—then folded it neatly and hung it on the oven handle. Her back was to me, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her neck straightened like she was steeling her

Only if you stay

Killian’s POVEvening had crept in without me noticing. One minute I was sitting on the edge of the pool house bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, replaying every second of yesterday on that island like a man trying to memorize a dream before it fades. I hadn’t heard from Rae since breakfast.Not a text. Not a sneaky emoji. Nothing.That alone was enough to put a low, uneasy weight in my gut.She’d been quiet at the table this morning—polite smiles, short answers—but I’d caught the way her foot kept pressing against mine under the table like she was anchoring herself. I’d chalked it up to the usual tension of having to pretend we were nothing more. But the silence since then… it felt heavier. Wrong.I was just reaching for my phone to text her—something simple, something safe like You okay, angel?—when three soft knocks landed on the pool house door.My heart jumped.I stood fast, already smiling before I even reached the handle. It had to be her. Sneaking over after dinner,

Ridiculously in love

Killian’s POVI settled back against the headboard, legs stretched out, Rae still curled in my lap like she was trying to disappear into me. Her face was tucked against the side of my neck, breath warm and uneven, little hitches every few seconds that told me the tears hadn’t fully stopped yet. The tray sat on the nightstand—pasta still steaming faintly under the foil, garlic bread wrapped in a napkin, salad looking untouched. I reached over one-handed, peeled the foil back, and the buttery, herby smell drifted up between us.“Baby,” I murmured, keeping my voice low, soft, the way I talk when she’s fragile like this. “You gotta eat something. Even just a little. For me?”She didn’t move at first—just pressed her nose harder into my collarbone, arms tightening around my ribs like she could squeeze the sadness out if she held on long enough.I rubbed slow circles between her shoulder blades with my free hand.“Come on, angel… look at me.”A small shake of her head—stubborn, babyish.

It still hurts

Rae’s POVI woke up to the softest sensation—warm lips brushing my forehead, then the bridge of my nose, then the apple of my cheek. Slow, deliberate kisses, each one lingering just long enough to pull me gently out of sleep. I didn’t open my eyes right away. I just lay there, letting the feeling sink in, letting the warmth of his mouth map every inch of my face like he was reminding himself I was real.Another kiss—right at the corner of my mouth. Then one more, full on the lips this time, so tender it made my chest ache in the sweetest way.“Morning, angel,” Killian whispered against my skin, voice still rough with sleep. “Beautiful day out there. Sun’s up. Birds are singing. And you’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever woken up to.”I smiled before I even opened my eyes—lazy, sleepy, completely helpless against him.“Mmm… five more minutes,” I mumbled, turning my face into his neck so I could breathe him in. He smelled like last night—faint chlorine from the pool house shower,

You okay?

Rae’s POVMy heart was doing that nervous flutter thing—half dread, half hope—as I listened to the familiar sounds of Mom moving around: the clink of a spoon against a mug, the soft scrape of a chair being pulled out, the quiet hum of the refrigerator.I took one deep breath, let it out slow, and stepped into the doorway.Mom was at the counter, back to me, pouring coffee into two mugs. She froze when she heard my footsteps—spine stiffening for a split second—then turned.Our eyes met.For one long heartbeat neither of us moved.Then Mom’s face crumpled—just a little—eyes going glassy. She set the coffee pot down with a shaky hand and crossed the kitchen in three quick strides.“Rae—”She didn’t finish the sentence. Just pulled me into her arms—tight, fierce, like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. I froze for half a second—still raw from yesterday—then melted into her. My arms came around her waist, face pressing into her shoulder. She smelled like coffee and the same lavend

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