Brynn’s body was shaking so much that she thought she would explode from not touching him. She had craved him for days, and the more she wanted to talk to him and apologize—to say anything to change that untrusting look in his gaze that broke her heart,.
But she had been given no chance to, especially now that she was in between his legs, helpless and desperate for nothing but him.
"Killian," she started, but he hushed her as he raised his index finger, which fell on her lips.
"Shhh, little wolf," Killian said coldly, and Brynn immediately obeyed. She could feel her legs already getting weaker the more she knelt, but she was too focused on him to give a damn at the moment.
His hand reached her lips, tracing them as her lower lip opened up from the intrusion of his finger. It made Brynn
