“My love is true,” I breathed shakily. “It always has been. Believe me, Kill–”
I broke off with a gasp when Killian shoved inside me, one punishing thrust. It stole my breath from my lungs and I clung to him, my lips parted with a silent cry.
His shaft jerked inside me and I pulsated, clenching around his length. Almost desperately. Like I wanted to keep him inside my body. Locked together.
Our hearts thudded to the same harmony.
His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed and his eyes pitch-black. Tension rolled through his shoulders when he pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back inside with the same brutal pace as before.
I cried out and my inner walls spasmed as he seated himself fully inside my pussy, buried to the hilt. “You.” Thrust. “Drive. Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “Absolutely.” Thrust. “Insane.”
“Do you hate me?” I whimpered.
“Yes,” he snarled.
“Hate is better than nothing,” I cried out as Killian pounded inside me like a madman. His hips jerked against mine as he found a savage and painful rhythm. My eyes rolling back into my head.
The water sloshed around us as my husband fucked me against the rocks of the waterfall. My back was scratched raw and burning, but I couldn’t find myself to care.
The pain became pleasure and I found solace in it. This was hate and love colliding together. Nothing about it was beautiful or romantic.
It was simply one dirty fuck to rid us of three years of sexual tension. An intense need for a quick rutting. It was filthy and desperate.
My climax rolled through my body unexpectedly, fast and hard. I shuddered and cried out his name, my core squeezing his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he swore, a guttural groan spilling from his lips. “Julianna.”
Killian plunged hard inside, stretching me with every thick inch of him. One last brutal thrust and he stayed there, his length jerking inside me. Filling me with his seed.
His forehead touched mine, as our chests heaved, and we both struggled to breathe. Killian’s eyes were squeezed shut.
A few short seconds later, he untangled himself from me. My thighs clenched, my sex equally sore and hypersensitive from our recent fucking.
Without a word, Killian gathered me in his arms and waded through the water. He carried me out to where our pile of clothes laid on the rocks.
“Let’s go, Princess,” he muttered, his voice deep and hoarse. “You’ve done enough damage for today and you’re not fully healed yet.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and quickly got dressed, my clothes sticking to my wet body. Killian did the same before we both mounted our horses. The tension was heavy between us, but I didn’t dare say something to ruin this moment.
Ragna and Cerberus led us back to the stables. Once both horses were in their respective stalls, I turned to Killian, palm stretched out.
He stared at me like I was crazy and maybe I was…
But I couldn’t allow us to go back to the silence – the hatred and the rage. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to get my husband to trust me again, but I wasn’t giving up hope. Not yet, atleast.
The only way for us to walk away from our tarnished past was for us to start over again. We couldn’t erase our past, but we could fix our present so that our future wouldn’t be stained with tragedy.
“I was just all up in your cunt twenty minutes ago. You were screaming my name and practically begging me to fuck you harder and now you’re asking for a handshake?”
I ignored his careless jab because I had grown used to his provoking remarks. He wanted to get under my skin, waiting for me to snap – well, he could damn well keep trying.
I knew all of Killian’s tactics now and I was using them against him.
“Hi,” I said, my eyes darting to my out-stretched hand and back to his dark gaze. “I’m Julianna. Nice to meet you.”
Killian’s brows rose up in surprise. “Did I just fuck you into insanity?”
“Your assholeness has no limits.”
“Your audacity has no limits,” he shot back, before reaching out. To my utter delight, he grasped my hand in his. “Killian.”
“Killian,” I breathed, his name rolling on my tongue.
His hand squeezed mine. “What are you doing, Julianna?”
“Re-writing our story.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Killian
Two weeks later
Sex.
Fucking.
Love-making.
Rutting.
Sex came in all different words, but the meaning was still the same.
Though our relationship was still shaky, we didn’t lack physical intimacy in our married life. Julianna and I had consummated our marriage on every possible surface of our rooms. In the stables, in the corridor hidden by the shadows and a few more times behind the waterfall.
That was three long years of sexual tension and we were still greedy for each other. Our appetite for sex only grew more intense each passing day, instead of being subsided after a few fucks here and there.