The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 52

Fifty-Two: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I couldn't fight the smile on my face. Every time I tried, it would sneak back up on me. One burning look from Killian, and he was right back on me.

Touching, kissing, licking, and biting.

He stayed true to his word and made love to me repeatedly, almost putting the night of my heat to shame. If we had more time, he would have easily done it. I had never known sex could be so good.

But it was more than sex. Every touch and kiss had me feeling things for him that I hadn't been prepared for, even before he marked me. It was incredible and terrifying at the same time.

I knew he had a history that would prevent him from being open with his feelings or prevent him from feeling them at all. But every time his eyes met mine and he gave me a slow and loving kiss, my chest felt warm, and I could feel myself falling deeper.

That was how I ended up sitting naked in the cold bathtub with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms around my legs at four in the morning. My cheek rested on my forearms, as I stared over the lip of the giant stand­alone tub toward the closed bathroom door.

I took a deep breath, fearful that he would hear my heart thumping away and realize I wasn't in the bed with him anymore.

I needed a minute to think, and I couldn't do that with his arms and scent around me. He was intoxicating.

When he had held me to his large and naked body, I felt myself settling into a state of bliss that I had never known before. It worried me to fall too far for a man that was resistant to be there to catch me at the bottom.

Yet, even the thought of him made me feel calm and relaxed. My fear was outweighed by my excitement.

But it was more than just that. While he was fast asleep with a content smile on his face, I was lying wide awake, excited for our future. I couldn't wait for it to be announced that I was officially his mate in every way and that I was his queen. More than that, was that one day I would carry his children.

It was when that thought crossed my mind that my happiness faded. It faded because the people that I wanted there wouldn't be. My parents had been disappointed in me for not shifting, and ever after what my mother said about me when she was trying to provoke Killian to kill her, I knew they still loved me. Just as I still loved them.

But they wouldn't be here.

Killian would have his sister and childhood best friend, he could even visit his mother whenever he wanted, but I had no one of my own.

It wasn't that I felt alone, but that I missed my people. My parents. I missed them more than words could say, but I never had the chance to grieve them. Having this rush of happiness when I was pushing down so much sadness made me feel guilty.

But now Killian was my person. I just hoped that he would reciprocate my feelings for him one day. Otherwise, I was in for a long and heartbreaking journey.

My head shot up as I heard a hesitant knock on the bathroom door.