CHAPTER 101
KILLIAN’S POV
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“I want to deal with them so bad!” Liana growled, pacing back and forth like a wild animal in a cage, her fists clenched, her body trembling with pure fury. I could feel the rage rolling off her in waves, and I knew if I didn’t do something soon, she might lose control completely.
“Liana, calm down,” I said softly, stepping closer, trying to make her meet my eyes. “My men are already taking care of it. They were tortured just how I wanted them to be tortured until they spilled the truth.”
But she wasn’t listening. Her body was tense, her breathing heavy, as if each second that passed without her being out there handling it herself was driving her closer to breaking.
Ryan was in his room. He’d slept off shortly after we got home. Liana had made sure he took a hot bath, rubbed him dry with her own hands, and tucked him into bed while whispering to him that everything was okay now. But the moment his eyes closed, hers turned blood–red.
Now in our room, she was filled with so much fury it was making the whole room buzz. Her teeth gritted, her nostrils flared, her whole body heating up as her feet stomped on the rug.
Her canines were out now.
So were her fangs and nails.
“I swear Killian,” she growled, her voice low and viscous, “I really need to deal with them myself. I won’t be satisfied until I see them groaning in pain. Until I see bloo-”
“Liana,” I called softly, but her eyes were glued to the floor, her breaths short and labored, as if she was fighting to hold her own skin together.
“Liana, baby.” I tried again, softer this time, more loving.
Still nothing.
So I crossed the space between us, reached for her face and held it gently in both of my hands. Her skin was burning hot as if she was on fire. Her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling too fast.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, just a peck, nothing more. Then I whispered one more time, “Baby.”
That was when she blinked up at me, her fiery eyes meeting mine, still clouded with fury but slightly softer now. I pulled her close, one hand going to the small of her back, the other cradling her neck, and I kissed her deeply.
At first, she was stiff, still quite furious, but then… she kissed me back. Her lips clung to mine like they were drowning and I was air, her hands flying up to grab the back of my neck, pulling me even closer.
“Make love to me, Killian,” she breathed out, her voice so low and broken that it went straight through me. Her fingers clenched at my shirt as if she couldn’t wait a second longer. “I need to feel you… I need you to make it stop
I didn’t even hesitate.
I smirked as I slowly pushed her back, my hands never leaving her waist, guiding her toward the bed. She was hot in my arms, as if she was still smoldering with anger but wanted me to extinguish it with every single touch.
She fell back onto the bed and I followed, ready to take her to cloud nine, ready to turn this angry, beautiful
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goddess into a whimpering mess beneath me.
She was burning under me, trembling, her breaths coming out in short, heated bursts like she’d been holding back a storm all evening and now it was finally tearing through her chest. Her lips were swollen from how hard we were kissing, her hands tangled in my hair like she couldn’t bear to let me go even for a second, and God, I didn’t want to let her go either.
I kissed her again, slow and deep, dragging my mouth across hers like I was trying to swallow every last piece of her anger, her fear, her pain. She moaned into it, her body arching under mine, and I pulled her closer, so close there was no space left between us. I needed her. I needed to feel her. I needed to love her in a way that would remind her she was safe, that she was mine to hold, not control, but protect.
My fingers brushed over her stomach as I slowly tugged her shirt up and over her head. I kissed every inch I exposed. Her breath hitched when my lips found the sensitive spot just below her ribs. She was shaking. Still a little angry over what happened today, and I was going to help her let it all out, one touch at a time.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, watching her eyes flutter open, her pupils wide and glossy. “You always are, but
Liana.” right now… you look so damn hot,
She bit her lip, and I kissed it. Then I kissed lower, over the swell of her breasts, undoing her bra with a flick of my hand and tossing it aside like it offended me by covering her at all. My mouth found her nipple, warm and already peaked, and when I sucked it gently, she gasped and clawed at my shoulders.
“Killian… please,” she whispered, her voice breaking a little, like she couldn’t figure out what exactly she was begging for.
“I know,” I said softly. “I’ve got you.”
Her leggings came next, slow, careful, like I was unwrapping the most delicate gift. I pressed kisses to her thighs as I slid them off, teasing my fingers along the insides, feeling how soft she was, how warm. Her scent hit me hard
sweet and already soaked with need. I groaned quietly against her skin, then looked up at her.
“Just relax for me, baby. Let me take care of you.‘
I pulled her
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ties down and kissed along her inner thigh, watching her squirm, her breath catching, her hips
slightly as if they already knew what I was about to do. When I finally kissed her pussy, her whole body
“Oh God,” she cried out, her fingers flying back to my hair.
I licked slowly, dragging my tongue up from her entrance to her clit in long, lazy strokes, savoring every second of it like it was the first time I ever tasted her. She was so fucking perfect. So responsive. Her legs tightened around my shoulders and I held her there, anchoring her with my arms as I circled her clit with my tongue over and over until her moans filled the room.
“You always taste so good,” I murmured against her, then sucked lightly on her clit.
“Fuck–Killian, I’m gonna–I can’t hold it-‘
“Then don’t baby,” I said, not stopping for a second.
She came with a cry that nearly broke me, shaking under my tongue, panting and writhing. I kissed her through it until she was trembling, her hands falling away from my head, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run miles.
I kissed my way back up her body, slow and careful, wiping her tears with my lips as I whispered, “You okay?”
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She nodded, pulling me down to her and kissing me hard. “I need more. I need you inside me.”
I didn’t make her wait. My boxers were off in seconds, and when I lined myself up and slid into her, I had to shut my eyes because fuck, nothing in this world ever felt like this. Like her. She was hot and tight around me, gripping me like her body didn’t want to let me go.
She moaned, wrapping her legs around me, holding me close.
“You feel so good,” I breathed, rocking into her slowly. “So fucking good.”
I didn’t pound into her like a man possessed. No, I moved slow. Deep. Grinding my hips into hers and kissing her the whole time. Her hands roamed my back, her nails dragging along my spine, her breath mixing with mine as our bodies rocked together.
“I love you,” I whispered.
She whimpered. “I love you too.”
I made love to her like it was the only thing keeping us alive. Like we needed it to survive the chaos of earlier. She cried again, just a little, when she came around me, her walls fluttering, clenching, milking me so tightly I could barely hold on. I kissed her through it, holding her, fucking her slowly until I couldn’t take it anymore.
When I came, I buried my face in her neck, whispering how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, how lucky I was to have her, over and over, until my voice broke and I was shaking too.
