Chapter 52 He left!
|| Author POV ||
Rosa fluttered her lashes open as sunlight spilled across her face. She blinked lazily at the ceiling then turned to the side. Empty.
He left?
She got up and freshened up. Her stomach quietly reminded her she was hungry. With gentle strokes Rosa combed her hair until a knock at the door snapped her back.
“Ma'am, your breakfast.” someone called from outside.
Rosa opened the door only to frown in confusion. A man was standing there holding a breakfast tray and behind him stood several others.
“Mr. Salvatore sent these for you.” one of them said politely.
Rosa stepped aside hesitantly and watched as they entered one by one. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw what the others were carrying. Massive bouquets and arms full of flowers.
Rosa stood speechless as they arranged everything with quiet precision.
When they were done, Rosa gasped softly.
Half the room was now filled with flowers. Mostly roses.
The rich scent, the colors and the sheer overwhelming beauty left her breathless.
All of them bowed politely before leaving the room. The door clicked shut behind them. Rosa’s heartbeat quickened.
He sent all of this.. for me?
She slowly crouched down to her knees on the floor. The room was overflowing with fresh fragrant blooms. Rosa smiled. Her heart bloomed with emotions too big for words.
“I love him so much.” she softly whispered to herself, gathering an armful of roses against her chest.
|| On the other hand ||
Killian sat at the center of the long polished table. His fingers lightly tapped against the glass. His gaze drifted over the people seated around him. The voices around him droned on by discussing numbers, borders, politics but none of it mattered.
This meeting--The very reason he had come to this island meant absolutely nothing to him right now.
His mind was somewhere else.
“Lord Salvatore, your opinion?” a voice prompted.
Killian didn’t respond. His eyes were distant. Chris, seated nearby exchanged a glance with the others before leaning in slightly.
“Boss?” he called out. Killian finally shifted his gaze, coming out of his thoughts. His cold stare met theirs like a blade.
“I’ll have my men take control of the eastern territories.” he said, nodding with cool authority.
The others immediately dove back into their pointless debates. Killian suppressed a growl of frustration. He couldn’t wait to see her face again and here they were wasting time with meaningless noise.
Killian hadn’t realized when exactly he’d started craving her presence like a sickness but the fierce craving was there.
All he could think about was her. Her face. Her scent and the way she belongs to him.
This craving and hunger for her was like poison seeping through his veins. Killian hated it. Yet he couldn’t stop it. He needed her more than air. More than control.
He was sick with longing and it consumed him utterly.
|| AT NIGHT ||
Rosa lay on the bed freshly showered. Her damp hair clung to her skin. She smelled of soap but it did nothing to wash away the ache in her chest.
The curtains floated in the air. Her eyes were dulled by gloom and stared blankly at the ceiling. She waited for him the whole day but he didn’t come.
Was he too busy?
Her heart throbbed with quiet desperation, missing him in ways she couldn’t put into words. She glanced at the time again. Late. So late.
Suddenly the front door clicked open. Her breath caught. Rosa sat up abruptly and her eyes snapped to the sound. The door opened.
Footsteps. And then at Killian.
Their eyes met. For a moment everything else vanished. Sadness, hope, longing, they all flickered in her gaze.
Rosa stood with a small smile beginning to bloom. She wants to hug him to remove her sadness. But before she could move Killian strode toward her, stepping on the countless flowers on the floor.
He dropped the bag he’d been clutching to the floor without a second glance.
Rosa barely had time to breathe before his rough hands found her face. And then his mouth crashed into hers. It was deep messy and aching like he’d been dying a little every second without her.
His kiss was wild like a man starved. And he was!
Only he knew the torment of the day. The gnawing hunger that had haunted him every passing second.
His mouth devoured hers fiercely. It wasn’t soft. It was possession.
Within moments, Rosa was breathless. She could feel the ravenous monster inside him. It was unchained. He didn't stop even when Rosa gasped for air. Her fingers clutched at his shirt and her knees trembled.
Rosa almost cried for air and only then did Killian pull back.
His dark molten eyes drank her in. Her parted lips, heaving chest and the flush blooming across her cheeks.
She was beautiful like this. Ruined and breathing for him.
Killian bit down on his lower lip hard. There was no way he was leaving her untouched tonight when she looked like that. He needed everything. All of her without hesitation or any walls.
He had suffered enough.
“Th-thank you for the roses.” Rosa said shyly. “Shh.” Killian silently touched her bottom lip. It was so soft and squishy.
He stepped back and again came right back to her.
“I brought something for my little rabbit.” he said. He held the bag out to her while his eyes locked on hers. “Put it on. Like the good little girl you are. I'll be out after my shower, hm?”
Rosa blinked in confusion but nodded slowly and Killian handed her the black luxurious bag.
Before disappearing into the steam Killian pressed a firm kiss to her lips. Then he turned and vanished into the bathroom.
Rosa stood still with her hammering heart. Unsure of what he had planned but knowing it wouldn’t be simple.
Fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open. Killian emerged in a black bathrobe on his damp body. Droplets of water was still running down his neck and traced his collarbones. His eyes immediately searched the room desperately needing her.
And there she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back facing him.
His gaze dropped to the pale exposed skin of her back. It glowed like moonlight against the stark contrast of black lace on her body. She was doing something with her hands in front of her. Probably adjusting the piece he gave her.
The hunger roared back to life.
Killian moved toward her calmly like a predator. When he reached the bed, he paused letting himself inhale her.
The fragrance of the roses scattered around their room reached his nostrils. He inhaled deeply.
His eyes devoured her, every dip of her spine and each inch of skin. His control slipped piece by piece.
“Turn around.” he commanded.
Rosa froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Slowly, with trembling hands and burning cheeks she obeyed him. She turned back.
Her wide innocent eyes met his. In her hand, she still held the loose black silken ribbon-lace.
Killian’s gaze dropped to her body. His breath hitched. He felt himself getting hard.
“Fuck!” The curse came out like a growl.
Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up onto her knees on the edge of the bed. Her pliant body moved easily with his. Before she could meet his gaze, Killian dipped his head to her neck. He inhaled deeply, drinking in her sweet scent like a drug he couldn’t resist.
Then he bit her shoulder.
“Ah!” Rosa gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulder for balance as his mouth sealed over the mark he made, sucking hard enough to bruise.
His tongue flicked over the tender spot possessively.
Rosa’s knees trembled at the sensation. Her body betrayed her under his mouth. His tongue was sinfully warm as it traced slow circles along her skin.
Killian gripped Rosa’s waist firmly. His fingers dug into her skin as he leaned in close and whispered against her ear.
“I’m needy.” His breath trembled, faltering for a moment before he growled low.
“I need you, little bunny.” His voice was thick with rough hunger.