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.

out, hoping to bridge the distance that had suddenly stretched between us. Just as I was about to reach for his arm

couldn't let him go. "Killian, what's wrong?" I stood

grasped his arm, halting him in his tracks, desperate

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 formality, his eyes distant, as if he had placed

I looked into his eyes, demanding

Killian stammered, confusion swirling in

My brows knit

my actions. I shouldn't have done that," his voice came

I pressed my heart racing. "What's

if the words had lodged in his

his answer. "That didn't stop you

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

washed over me. When he was still married to me, he chose not to do the right thing. Now, with Giselle by his side, it seemed so easy

done that." His words felt like a

I slumped onto the bed, hurt by his words and his

this how 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 Giselle? The thought twisted like a knife, leaving

wishing I could rewind time. I made another fool of myself again. Killian must be

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