Chapter 90

Killian's lips on mine are gentle at first. I press harder into the kiss, hungry for more, pulling him with me like I'm trying to merge us. My fingers glide up his back, and then I drag my nails down, sharp enough to leave a mark, maybe even draw blood. He groans into my mouth, the sound deep and raw, and then the kiss changes—no more softness, no hesitation. Just heat. Just need.

His fingers dive