Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 252: Second Rejection

Astrid's POV

I tilted my head back and curled my toes as Killian expertly explored me, his hands and tongue teasingly moving closer to my sensitive spots.

"K-Killian," I gasped, the sound escaping my lips like a whisper of pleasure.

I never imagined that I would turn into a purring kitten, completely captivated by his every touch.

As our breaths turned ragged, I reached for Killian's shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Each pop echoed the tension between us.

Once the fabric fell away, I pressed my hands against his warm skin, my fingertips tracing the contours of his six-packed abs, feeling the heart radiate beneath my touch.

Killian let out a low growl at my caress, igniting a yearning deep within me. I couldn't help but trail my fingers down to the bulge in his pants. A smile crept across my face as I realized just how much he desired.

With a mix of excitement and anticipation, I began to work on removing his pants. Just as I was about to slip my hands in to give him pleasure, Killian suddenly jolted back as if my touch had startled him awake. "What's wrong?" I breathed out, urgency lacing my voice as I propped myself up to face him, concern mingling with the heat of the moment. My brows furrowed as I hugged myself together, clinging to what was left of the delicate fabric I was wearing.

I watched as Killian's golden eyes flickered, transforming back to the familiar deep brown that had always held a hint of warmth. He blinked rapidly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to stave off an invisible pain.

for his arm to offer comfort, Killian recoiled from my touch,

pang of hurt twisted in my chest at his rejection, but I couldn't let him go.

in his tracks, desperate to pull him back and unravel the mystery that had spun between

the same man who had been treating me like a stranger. His face was locked in

I didn't back down. I looked into his

I'm sorry," Killian stammered, confusion swirling in

what?" My brows knit together, frustration bubbling to the

done that," his voice came

heart racing. "What's

lodged in his throat. Finally, he managed

answer.

slumping slightly as if the weight of his choices bore down on him. "Astrid, I know how this looks,

to me, he chose not to do the right thing. Now, with Giselle by his side, it seemed so easy for him to maintain that distance, to hold himself

Astrid. I'm sorry for confusing you. I shouldn't have done that." His words felt like

shut behind him, my knees buckled weakly, and I slumped onto the bed, hurt by his words and his second rejection. 'I shouldn't have done that.' His final words echoed in my mind, deepening the crack

undesirable I was to him? That he could so easily pull himself back from me, a bond we once cherished, while he had failed to do so with

time. I made another fool

in the room was deafening, amplifying my loneliness,