His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 62

If ever you feel caught between reason and instinct, choose instinct. Every single time.

Nate swore by this line that Killian had drilled into his head. In their business, it wasn't the mind that kept them alive — it was their guts. Yet, for the first time, he would ignore his instinct for her happiness. She promised she wouldn't leave him, he decided he would trust her word and be numb to the unease squirming in the pit of his stomach.

He finally eased out of her, leaving her utterly delirious and sated. A thick stream of milky white liquid followed him out, too much for her to contain. Eyes unfocused, breathing erratic— she was still reeling from her release. The whole night, he kept her awake, moaning and writhing under him. The girl had now grown used to his constant need, unending desires. He couldn't have gotten a better partner. No matter how she protested, her walls always embraced his invasion, giving his aching cock the relief it thirst for. As many times as he wanted.

As he gazed down at her, he realised there was nothing in this world that he wouldn't do for her. If keeping the door unlocked would make her happy, then he will take the chance.

She slowly began to regain her senses, her eyes focusing. Caught in her spell, his mouth curled into a mesmerised smile. Her beauty was so delicate yet so lethal that it left him undone each time. He was enchanted by her— mind, body, and soul. For all the time, he pretended to hate her existence..... If only he could make her understand how every beat of his heart echoed with her name, how every second of his life was spent craving for her. If only she would believe him if he confessed that she never lingered in the back of his head, she was the centerpiece of his world. Everything else came after her. He hated to feel this vulnerable, this powerless, when she was so indifferent to him, yet...yet never had he ever felt this alive before. She was his source of light. He had been smiling more than usual with her around him. She effortlessly filled his emptiness, healed wounds he never dared show to others.

He rolled off and lay beside her, his hand reaching for the cover. Tucking it around them, he drew her into his arms, letting her rest against his chest. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, exhaustion visibly weighing down on them. She snuggled into him and lost in her dreamland.

"Sleep," he softly urged, slipping an arm under her head. She obeyed readily, her eyes falling close on their own.

Shooting a glance at the clock, he realised he had only two hours until work. He exhaled a sigh. Time with her always passed too quickly. He threaded his fingers through hers and whispered gentle kisses all over her face.