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.

distance that had suddenly stretched between us. Just as I was about to reach for his arm to offer comfort, Killian recoiled from my touch, hurriedly slipping away

at his rejection, but I couldn't let him go. "Killian,

in his tracks, desperate to pull him back and

with just seconds earlier was gone, replaced by the same man who had been treating me like a stranger. His face was locked in a mask of

I looked into his

Killian stammered, confusion swirling

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

done that," his voice came out strained, each word an admission

I pressed my heart racing. "What's so wrong about

expression frozen, as if the words had lodged in

his answer. "That didn't

slightly as if the weight of his choices bore down on him. "Astrid, I know how this looks, but I need you to understand. I'm trying to do the right

married 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 back from me.

I shouldn't have done that." His words felt like a cold slap, and before

clicked 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,

once cherished, while he had failed to do so with Giselle? The thought twisted like a knife,

stared at the closed door, wishing I could rewind time. I made another fool of myself again.

in the room was deafening, amplifying my loneliness, a stark reminder of the shame that