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.

had suddenly stretched between us. Just as I was about to reach for his arm to offer comfort, Killian

I couldn't let him go. "Killian,

tracks, desperate to pull him back

who had been treating me like a stranger. His face was locked in a mask of formality, his eyes

back down. I looked into his

Killian stammered, confusion

brows knit together,

voice came out strained, each word an admission that felt

you?" I pressed my heart racing.

lodged in his throat. Finally, he managed to

at his answer. "That didn't

bore down on him. "Astrid, I know how this looks, but I need

he was still married to me, he chose not to do the right thing. Now, with Giselle by his side,

for confusing you. I shouldn't have done that." His words felt like a cold slap, and before I could respond, he turned and walked

soon as the door 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

back from me, a bond we once cherished, while he had failed to

closed door, wishing I could rewind time. I made another fool of myself

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