Elena kissed Killian just as hungrily as he kissed her, pouring weeks of confusion, longing, and unanswered questions into that single moment, her hands threading into his damp hair.
A soft whimper escaped her lips, and he responded with a low growl, backing her gently toward the bed, their breaths ragged, hearts pounding, as if the kiss alone could erase the pain of their past.
At that moment, Elena fucked everything… the warning bells, the danger he was talking about…she fucked them all. With how he looked at her just now, heck how he had been looking at her since the very day they met, was a clear sign that he would never let anything happen to her. She could feel it. Her husband would never let any danger come her way.
