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.

reaching out, hoping to bridge the distance that had suddenly stretched between us. Just as I was about to reach for his arm to offer comfort, Killian recoiled from

his rejection, but I couldn't let him go. "Killian, what's wrong?" I

his tracks, desperate to pull him back and unravel

had been treating

I didn't back down. I looked into

I'm sorry," Killian stammered, confusion

brows knit together, frustration bubbling to the

I shouldn't have done that," his voice came out strained, each word an

heart racing. "What's so wrong

had lodged in his throat. Finally, he managed

his answer. "That didn't stop

him. "Astrid, I know how this looks, but I need you to understand. I'm trying to do

the right thing. Now, with

that." His words felt like a cold slap, and before I could respond, he

shut behind him, my knees buckled weakly, and I slumped onto the bed, hurt by his words and his second rejection.

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

door, wishing I could rewind time. I made another fool of myself again. Killian must be thinking how easy

my loneliness, a stark reminder of the shame that