Love Me Again: Chapter Five - A Hunger Rekindled
Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of waking up with a hole in my chest that no amount of fame could fill. I told myself if I ever got her back, I’d be slow. I’d be careful. I lied. Seeing her surrender, hearing her admit she still loves me, snaps the last bit of my control. I’m not just looking for a night of pleasure; I’m looking for a reclamation. I’m going to mark her so deeply that she’ll feel me in her marrow long after the sun comes up. Tonight, the "Lady Killer" finally gets his prize. Chapter Five A Hunger Rekindled Killian My hands are on her before the last word leaves my lips, gripping the hem of that ridiculously oversized shirt. With one sharp tug, I rip it down the middle. The fabric tears with a satisfying sound, and her gasp is everything I've imagined it would be for three years. She's bare beneath it, all smooth skin and taut nipples that peak under my gaze. "Look at you," I murmur, my voice thick with possession as I trace the...
