CHAPTER SIXTY SIX

- KILLIAN -

I press my nose on her hair and inhale. She scents so nice that I shut my eyes just to enjoy the euphoria I got by her scent. I can tell the shampoo she used is raspberry flavoured.

I clutch my arm around her stomach and pull her closer to me. Hazel is fast asleep. She's been asleep since the moment I laid her on the bed, then there's me, hours later, still fully awake doing my own way of protecting.

I swallow.

That wasn't much of protecting. My mind argues, drifting to our short-lived moment in my living room. What I did earlier, waiting till she screamed before releasing her was wrong.

I exhale briefly out my nose, holding her closer to me. Her back presses hard on my chest and I cuddle her from behind.

Back then, I heard her. I heard her call my name regarding her hands but I didn't listen. I chose not to because my sick self took delight in hearing her whimper in pain. I wanted to inflict more. It turned me on badly and I hate myself for it.