His To Ruin
This was slow, aching intimacy, two people who had missed each other in ways that didn’t fit into language.
“Lay with me,” I whispered against his mouth.
His eyes searched mine, dark and warm and full of something that made my chest tighten.
“As long as you want,” he said.
And when he lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the bed, his breath trembling against my neck, I felt it, that missing piece clicking back into place.
Not lust.
Not escape.
Connection.
Two souls trying to hold each other before the storm breaks.
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Killian laid me down like I was something fragile, precious, like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast. His hands trembled a little when he brushed
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