SAGE
Killian swore under his breath as we stared at each other; his hands were still on my thighs, grasping me as if letting me go was the last thing that he wanted to do. Ever. Then he swore again, this time loudly and so colourfully that I felt my cheeks flush. He got up from the floor, and the first thing he did was wrap one of the sheets around me. A simple gesture, but it made butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“Put your clothes back on,” he said, his breathing still uneven. I quickly nodded and wanted to walk away, but Killian pulled me back into his embrace and crushed his lips into mine in the most possessive kiss. “We are not done, Sage,” he growled softly into my ear and then brushed his lips over my skin. Tingling sensations were spreading everywhere he touched me, and I knew
