I haven’t had a seizure since we came back to the island, thankfully. The last one I had was while I was still unconscious, in the hospital. Killian had told me it was my worst one yet. I scratched my face, bit my tongue so hard it bled and somehow managed to re-open my stitches.
Killian helped me out of the tub and before I could reach for my towel, he was already grabbing it himself and patting down my wet skin.
I sighed. “Stop treating me like I’m so fragile, Killian.”
He wrapped the towel around me before his arms curled around my hips. “You’re not fragile, but you’re my wife – the woman I love and I almost lost you a month ago. Please, humor me. Let me do this,” he rasped.
His dark gaze pleaded with me. I knew how badly he was affected by this whole ordeal, probably more than me. While I found it easy to move on after we came back to the island, it was Killian who was plagued with nightmares – of me bleeding and him not being able to reach me on time.
He would thrash and scream out my name. Every time Killian woke up from one of those nightmares, he would cling to me, burying his face into my throat as he gasped for air.
He was so fiercely protective of me and the baby, it was almost like he was obsessed about our safety.
I went on my tippy toes and my hands landed on his chest. My lips feathered over his. “Kiss me, husband.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice. His lips moved underneath mine before he took over the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth. Our tongues met in an erotic dance and I moaned into his mouth.
I felt his groan vibrating through his chest under my palm. It was so sexy and I melted in his arms. My core tightened and I felt needy for my husband.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his chest.
He hissed, before biting down on my lower lip. It stung but that only made me more damp between my legs. “You’re not fully heal yet,” he growled.
“Goddamn it, Killian! I am fine. I just need you. Please.”
As if my begging had snapped something in him, Killian bent low and then swung me up in his arms. He stalked over to the bed and placed me gently onto the mattress. I quickly discarded my towel, as to not give my husband a chance to change his mind.
Killian’s eyes flared with unadulterated lust before he lowered himself between my thighs. “Hurry,” I pleaded.
“So impatient, Princess,” he said, his voice gravelly. With exquisite gentleness, he slowly thrust inside me.
My inner walls stretched around every delicious thick inch of him. My back arched off the bed, a moan spilling past my lips. Killian pulled out before shoving inside again, with the same maddening slow pace.
He pushed my legs up, bending my knees so that I was fully open to him. I throbbed between my legs, pulsing with need. His pelvis brushed against my clit and I bit my lip, holding back a choked cry.
My hands slid to his back, my nails digging into his skin. This seemed to spur him on, because his pace picked up. Hard and fast. Thrust. His lips brushed over my scarred cheek. Thrust. “I love you,” he rasped. Thrust. “You complete me,” he said.
My hips rose up to meet each of his thrusts with my own. “Killian,” I whimpered.
My body tightened, and I was deliciously close. Killian’s muscles corded and his face hardened. “Fuck,” he swore. “I need you with me. Tell me you’re close.”
I moaned in response. Killian shoved inside me one last time, holding himself there, buried to the hilt. He shuddered and I felt his release pouring inside me.
My lips parted with a cry as my climax slammed through my body. “Killian!”
Spent, he laid his forehead against mine. Our chests heaved as we tried to catch our breaths. When Killian tried to roll off my body, I tightened my thighs around him and my arms locked behind his neck. “Stay,” I breathed.
I liked how he felt on top of me, inside me. I missed him, this intimacy, in the past month. Sex had always been explosive for us, but today felt different. The tenderness in his eyes, and his gentle touches. The way he took me slow and deep, almost like he wanted to savor this moment.
He brushed his lips over my scars, almost adoringly. My breath hitched as he kissed the jagged ugly scars and mangled flesh.
“I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I can describe in words.”
Killian gifted me his signature smirk and my body tingled, needing him again.
My core tightened around him, still pulsing, and his cock jerked inside me.