KILLIAN POV
She was still panting when I kissed her again, softer this time. Her skin was flushed, sticky with sweat and arousal, her thighs trembling slightly as she came down from her high. I stayed there, between her legs, fingers still inside her, just barely moving, keeping her grounded.
“I love you,” I murmured, lips brushing her jaw.
Her eyes fluttered open. “I love you too.”
That was all I needed.
My chest felt like it might split open, like my heart was too full, too swollen to fit in my damn ribcage. Her words were still echoing in my head, loud and soft all at once.
“I love you too.”
Fu.ck.
I leaned down, kissed her again—slow and deep and possessive—because now she was mine. Not just in words, not just in heat, but in every way that mattered. And I was about to prove it
