He grinned briefly before his gaze darkened so leeringly that her thighs clenched. His tongue darted out over his lips, and he bent, hands wrapping beneath her bottom and squeezing. She groaned as his fingers grabbed her ass, and the next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, and her legs were wrapped around his waist.
He leaned forward, their lips brushing. “I’m such an idiot.”
—The door creaked.
Nyssa jumped, stowing the sheet fully around her bent legs. Heat beat on her skin, splotching up and down her as if direct sunlight were radiating on her flesh. She glared at the door.
Nadir was watching her from the shadows.
She swallowed at the sight of him reflecting back at her from the firelight and then stiffened out a, “Don’t you know how to knock?” hiss.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he said simply. “I just came to check in on you.”
Nyssa groaned under her breath, hating him for disrupting her when she was nearing her end. She shook her head and snapped out of her daze again, letting her hair fall over her shoulder as she replied, “I’m fine,” in a barely audible breath.
But he was still standing there a moment later.
“What?” she snapped, avoiding his gaze, waiting on the mockery from him. “Let it out, Commander. Let’s hear it.”
“You could have waited.”
“And exactly how long was I supposed to wait?” she managed, feeling her breath shorten under the beat of her blood pressure rising.
He didn’t reply at first, and the quiet of the room lasted long enough that she finally forced her lashes up to see him still standing there. She ran her hand through her hair, growing tired of his silence.
“Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to lock the door and get over here?” she finally forced from her lips.
He stiffened in the door for a split and then closed it behind him. The snap of the lock made her heart flee, and when he pushed his shirt over his head, slowly striding across the room, she had to swallow the dry spit in her mouth.
Architects, he was gorgeous.
The moons' light coming in cascaded over his every muscle crease and vein. She couldn't stop the travel of her eyes over him, the bite of her lip. If she hadn't been aroused already from the mere memory of him taking her, she certainly was now.
She could see the strain of him through the linen of his flowing pants, and she wondered how long he’d been standing in the doorway. She knew he didn’t miss the rise of her brows at the sight of him wanting, but she tried to remind herself to breathe when he crawled on the bed. Up the mattress, all the way to her, a predatory glint in his eyes. Finally, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her bent legs, her knees spreading as he came to hover over her.
For a moment, he lingered a mere breath from her face, teasing her with the anticipation of his mouth on her body. Her chest heaved with every brush of his nose against her skin, every tickle of his mouth near her flesh…
And then she saw the smirk on his lips.
“Whatexactlywere you thinking about, Princess?” he asked in a mocking tone she knew all too well, and she knew he’d smelled her arousal from nearly finishing herself before.
She shoved him backward. “Oh, fuck off, Commander,” she uttered, failing at her attempt to keep a straight voice.
He fell onto his side, laughter emitting, and she smacked his knee. Nadir grabbed at her legs and pinched her skin. She couldn’t stop her laugh. Couldn’t stop herself from smiling wider as she pushed to her knees and swatted his tickling hands. The pulse of his laugh bounced off the walls and echoed over the noise of the ocean outside.
“Were you thinking about me?” he mocked again as she grabbed his hands and wrestled their arms back and forth.
It was laughter she'd only heard glimpses of in weeks coming from deep inside her as she shrieked out his name, unable to suppress it. He pulled her off her knees and sat her straddle over his waist. She was no match for his strength, and he had her thighs locked in his hands when he gave her ass a smack, chuckling into the crook of her neck.
“Were you thinking about the bath?”
She stabilizing herself by grasping the tops of his shoulders. His fingers pinched and tickled her, making her fight and buck against his grasp.
“Or was it when I held you against that door?”
A chill brushed her skin at the memory. She sank into the abyss of him when his lips pressed to the soft spot beneath her ear. Hands threading in his hair, her laughter dwindled to a smiling moan, and she pressed her breasts into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck. His hands tightened into her hips, her laughter fading, but smile not, as he continued to kiss her throat, up her jaw, and finally—
He cupped her cheek in his palm, pausing only to smile at her for a flinch, and then he pressed his lips to hers.
