His Delicate Love

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Annie stared down at her sundress, now torn open from last night's passionate encounter with Killian. Her cheeks flushed as memories of the intense moment they had shared filled her mind. It was so cute, she thought to herself, pouting slightly. She couldn't help but blush as she recalled how quickly Killian had lost control, unable to contain himself around her.

"Baby," she called out softly, still pouting, "look at what you did to my dress." She held up the ripped fabric, a playful tone in her voice despite her feigned disappointment.

Killian, standing shirtless in the kitchen and cooking breakfast for them, glanced over his shoulder. His eyes flickered to the torn dress, and a smirk curved his lips as he looked at her. "Sorry, baby," he said, his voice deep and unapologetic. "I couldn't contain myself."

Annie crossed her arms, trying to hold onto her pout, but the warmth of his voice and the sight of him standing there, cooking for them, made it impossible to stay upset.

Killian turned his attention back to the stove, flipping whatever he was cooking before adding, "I'll buy you another one. Or maybe a few, since I can't promise I won't do it again." His smirk grew, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he teased her.

Annie giggled softly, shaking her head. "You better," she said, unable to hide her smile as she watched him. Despite the ruined dress, she knew that moments like these, full of love and playful banter, were what made their bond so special.

Killian finished cooking the eggs and bacon, sliding the plate toward Annie with a satisfied grin. "Eat up," he said, his tone both casual and affectionate. He watched as Annie obediently took a bite, his smile widening at how easily she followed his lead. "So obedient," he thought to himself, pride swelling in his chest.

"How is it?" he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

Annie smiled sweetly, the warmth of the food and the gesture filling her heart. "It's good, baby. Thank you for cooking," she said, her voice full of gratitude and affection.

Killian's gaze never left her, his heart full as he listened to her. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Anything for my princess," he murmured, his words tender as he brushed a hand through her hair.

Annie blushed slightly, her heart fluttering. Even in these small moments, Killian's love for her shone through, and she felt cherished in every gesture he made. They ate together in comfortable silence, the bond between them deeper than any words could express.

Annie stood at the sink, her delicate hands moving gracefully as she washed the dishes. The warm water flowed over her fingers as she finished cleaning up from breakfast. Just then, she felt Killian's strong arms wrap around her waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace. His towering frame enveloped her small, delicate form, making her feel safe and protected in his arms.

"I'm going to the barracks," he murmured, his deep voice rumbling against her ear. He leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against her neck in a soft, affectionate gesture. "What will you do today, love?" he asked, his tone possessive but gentle. There was always a need in him to know exactly where she would be, to ensure her safety, to have her within his grasp.

Annie leaned back against him, enjoying the warmth of his body as she thought for a moment. "Hmmm," she began, her voice soft, "I think I'll see Riley later today in the omega quarters."

Killian tensed slightly, though he quickly hid it. His protective instinct kicked in, and while he trusted Annie, the thought of Riley still unsettled him. He wanted to know she was safe at all times. "Riley?" he asked, his voice calm but with an edge of possessiveness.