Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
The kiss was fierce and demanding. A claiming.
One of Owain’s hands went to grip the nape of her neck while the other held firm to her waist. She kissed him back with equal fervor.
She had missed him, missed this. That cedar and charcoal scent of him.
The way his tongue felt against hers. The way his body felt as they melded themselves together.
He moved against her, pressing his growing erection into her stomach, but she pulled away.
Part of her was screaming to continue. Screaming to finish what they had started back in Imsil.
But another part of her knew that she couldn’t.
She believed that Owain was never going to kill her.
But it didn’t stop her heart from hurting.
He had been the reason she was distracted in Fontina.
The reason Rhyan had died. The reason her kingdom was now in the hands of a monster like King Vernon.
For all his care now, she didn’t know if she could ever forgive him for that. Orla knew that she couldn’t fully trust him, and she couldn’t be with him if she didn’t trust him. Her heart was too fragile.
“I can’t, Owain,” she said, panting. She looked up at him, and knew he saw the hurt that lingered in her eyes. Knew that while she may want him physically, she couldn’t give herself to him emotionally.
Nodding, he moved away from her.
“I’m sorry, Orla. I never meant to hurt you as much as I did. And I’m so sorry I broke us, that I broke your trust. But by the Gods, I am going to fight to get it back.”