Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

Astrid's POV

A storm brewed in my mind, leaving me restless on the bed. The soft sheets offered little comfort as I pondered the conversation I had with the Vanessa.

For reasons I couldn't quite grasp, her words felt like a weight, a heavy stone pressing down my chest whenever I tried to make sense of them.

I couldn't point out what was wrong; nothing she said seemed out of the ordinary. Yet, the unease lingered. It gnawed at me, robbing me of sleep.

Adrenaline coursed through me, and I shot up from bed when a sharp knock suddenly interrupted my thoughts. My heart raced in response to the unexpected sound.

Glancing around my dimly lit room, I gathered my thoughts and took a few deep breaths to soothe the fluttering in my chest.

I reached for the lamp, flicking it on to cast a warm glow across the space. Guided by its soft light, I made my way to the door, wondering why someone would come knocking at my door at this time of the night. "Is there " I began to speak as I swung the door open, but my words got caught in my throat when my eyes met Killian instead.

My breath hitched as he towered over me, his presence imposing and intimidating. The warmth of my room seemed to retreat in the face of his intensity, and for a brief moment, I was captivated by the way his gaze held me, a magnetic pull I couldn't resist.noveldrama

A shiver ran down my spine when his eyes trailed downwards, spreading heat through my skin. Following his gaze, heat crept up to my cheeks as I realized where he was staring.

I was about to sleep, so I wore my thinnest and softest shirt for comfort and didn't bother to wear anything underneath it.

I wasn't expecting Killian to come to visit me at this late hour. Even with the delicate fabric draping over me, I still felt exposed. The cloth felt more like a suggestion than a barrier.

The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thick with an unspoken tension that sent my heart racing. Before the weight of our proximity could suffocate me, I took a step back, instinctively creating distance from whatever was brewing between us.

"C-Come inside," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt as I motioned for him to enter.

Killian stepped in hesitantly, his gaze lingering on me, and in that moment, a wave of realization washed over me. Instead of welcoming him in, I should have shut the door in his face and sent him away.

My mind was hazy, clouded by confusion and a rush of emotions that left me unable to think clearly. As the door clicked shut behind him, something deep within me sparked to life.

"I came to tell you about the plans I discussed with Damien," Killian spoke, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension in the air.

I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes flickered over me, lingering just a moment too long, unable to tear his eyes off me. For some reason, felt pleasure in just the way his eyes regarded me, igniting a warmth that spread through my chest.

I nodded, striving to focus on his words, but the heat in the room made it nearly impossible.

When Killian and I got married, Killian never consummated our marriage. I could still remember how pathetic I was as I waited for him in our bedroom after the wedding.

It was our wedding night. It should have been something memorable, but to me, it became a night of shame. Killian made me wait all night and never came.

In the years of our marriage after that, Killian never regarded me as his wife. The first time that something happened between us, he was drunk.

It was the only time that he regarded

me as his wife. It was also the only time that something happened between us. That same night is also when bore him a son. It was meaningful night for me, but to him, it was just a drunken night that he couldn't even remember,

Even though he was drunk, even though he was under the influence of the alcohol that consumed him, I didn't push him away.

I was married for years but was still a virgin. People ridicule me, thinking that I am barren without knowing that it's only because Killian never shared my bed once, so how could I get pregnant?

What kind of wife couldn't please her husband? What kind of wife had never served her husband? I was so pathetic that I took his drunk state as my chance.

Now that he is in front of me, sober and in control, I'm going to take back what's left of my dignity that he had taken from me.

"About the plans..." he began again, but his voice faltered as he caught my eye. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

In a moment of reckless abandon, I

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reached out, my fingers brushing against his shoulder, down to his arm. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his body responded instinctively to my touch.

Killian held my wrist, stopping me. I thought he was going to push me away, but I was surprised when he

held my wrist to his nostrils, inhaling deeply as if savoring my scent.

Then he started placing kisses on my wrist, up to my arm, my shoulder blade, and then the crook of my neck.

I gasped as my skin felt scorched by the touch of his lips. Then, I followed obediently as he pushed me to the bed and started to devour me.