“I wanted to end tonight somewhere peaceful, just the two of us,” he says, his voice low.
My heart flutters as I join him on the blanket. The sound of waves crashing fills the comfortable silence between us. I meet his gaze, darker now in the candlelight.
Slowly, he reaches out and brushes his fingers against my cheek. I shiver at his touch.
“Dylan,” he whispers. “You are so beautiful.”
I feel my cheeks flush. No one has ever looked at me quite the way Killian does now, with a mix of desire and tenderness.
He leans in, his eyes flickering to my lips in a silent question.
I answer by closing the distance between us.
The kiss is soft at first, almost reverent. I run my hands through his hair as he pulls me against him.
We melt into each other under the starry sky, the rest of the world fading away.
When we finally break for air, he rests his forehead against mine.
“I want to make you feel good, Dylan,” he murmurs. “But only if you want me to.”
My heart pounds. I know this is uncharted territory for us, but in this moment, I trust Killian completely.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want that.”
He smiles and kisses me again, deeper this time. His hands roam my body, leaving heat in their wake.
I arch into his touch, craving more.
Killian’s hands are reverent as he undresses me, his eyes never leaving mine.
I feel bare, but not exposed. Cherished.
He lays me back against the blanket, kissing every inch of newly revealed skin. My breath catches when he reaches the inside of my thigh.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmurs against me.
I’m already slick with want for him.
His mouth descends, and I cry out, tangling my hands in his hair. No one has ever made me feel quite like this—so cared for, so seen. This man is passionate about everything he does, and the way he’s worshipping me right now is no exception.
Killian’s hands glide over my bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
The white sand is soft under my cheek as the waves lap at the shore, a soothing rhythm to match Killian’s kneading fingers.
My muscles melt under his skillful touch. He finds each knot and works it out until I’m putty in his hands.
When his fingers trace the edge of my pussy, heat blossoms low in my belly. My breath catches as he slides his hand further around, grazing the curve of my ass.
“Relax,” he murmurs. His breath ghosts over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallow hard, forcing my body to loosen under his ministrations. It’s impossible to stay tense as his hands map every inch of my skin.
When his fingers dip between my legs, I gasp. My eyes fly open to take in the glittering stars overhead. The roar of the waves can’t drown out the rush of pleasure spiraling through me.
My hips rock into his touch as a moan slips free. He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest against my back.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.”