“Yes, my queen?”
“Put your mouth on me,” I demand, no longer mincing words.
“As you wish.”
He lifts my leg over his shoulder, and with his gaze locked to mine, he glides his tongue through my center. That long, wet touch is all it takes, and I’m lost to everything but Kyron. The sensation pumping through me is euphoric. He says he could spend the rest of the night on his knees for me, and that would be perfect. After this, I don’t think I can go a single day without feeling his mouth between my legs from here on out.
My fingers comb through his hair, gripping the strands in both hands. He kisses me deeper, his tongue slipping inside of me. My back arches away from the pillar, and he captures my clit with his teeth. Every lap, every suck pushes me closer to the edge. It’s a leap I make with no hesitation. I tumble into pure bliss, Kyron’s name slipping from my lips like a prayer.
His fingers dig into my hip as he holds me to him. Not for one second is he letting me forget who is making me feel this way. Not that I ever could. This man holds more than my body in his hands, he is the bearer of my heart and soul.
With a final stroke of his tongue, Kyron stands, and his mouth is on mine. The mixture of him and me is invigorating. I drink it in, reawakening my need. It’s an ache I’m desperate to have him satisfy.
I pull his tunic over his head and yank free the string on his trousers. As I shove the leather down his legs, he works free of his boots. With nothing between us, he wraps me in his arms. We fall to the bed in tangled limbs and frantic kisses. He guides me to the top of the mattress with him where he props his back against the mountain of pillows. I straddle his lap, my mouthfinds his jaw as his moves over my neck, chest, and nipples. I reach between us and take his cock into my hand, my palm sliding over his smooth skin.
“Fuck, Raelle,” he moans, tilting his head back.
I lick the column of his neck, loving how he gives in to the pleasure. He doesn’t censor his words or fight what comes naturally to him. In my hands, he is free to let go of everything that haunts him. I’m his safe place. I hold no judgment, just unending love. He gives me a glimpse of him that no one else gets to see.
He grips my wrist, stopping me mid-stroke. “I can’t. You make it feel too good.”
The ego boost those words give me. I can’t fight the cocky smile that consumes my face. “I can make it better,” I say, slipping down his body.
He reaches for me, his hands circling my waist. One moment I’m facing him and the next he turns me away. My legs rest on either side of his hips. He kisses my back and pulls me against his chest. One hand slides up my torso until his fingers rests around my neck. The back of the other glides down my spine until it leaves me to grab his cock. He sweeps it through my wetness before pressing the head to my entrance.
I look back at him and say, “I want to watch you as you move inside me.”
“Trust me, princess.” he says, urging me down with a gentle push.
My worries subside as I surrender to the feeling of him easing inside of me. He holds my hips, moving me over him. When the center of our bodies meets, he pulls me back to recline against him. I roll my hips, basking in the fullness of him inside of me. He peppers my neck and shoulders with kisses, gently rocking against me.
Soft caresses move over my thighs and down my arms. I glance down to find his shadows coiling from his fingers, touching me in all the places he doesn’t. I crane my neck back and brush my lips against his jaw.
“Look at the stars, Raelle. They are here to watch me worship you,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.
I give my attention to the millions of sparkling voyeurs. They watch as my parah cups my breasts and pinches my nipples. I don’t shy away from them. Let every brilliant star memorize the way he makes me gasp and clench around him.
“That’s it. Let them see you take your pleasure from me,” he says, easing his fingers between my legs. “Show them that I’m yours.”
“No,” I say between pants. “They have to understand that I belong to you too. Let the stars stare in envy as we love each other. Let them wish to the ether that they could have what we do.”
Kyron thrusts upward, reaching deep inside me. “They do, princess. They do.”
His breath quickens, and his hand leaves my breast to cling to my hip. We set a perfect tempo that is amplified by his fingers moving faster over my clit. We race toward our release until we meet it together. It feels as if our bodies collide until they shatter with pure ecstasy. It’s a sensation I grasp on to, wanting to remain in it for as long as possible. Eventually, it subsides, and I’m left out of breath and with liquified muscles.
Kyron holds me close, rolling to our sides and curling his body against mine. Drawing circles with my fingertips on his forearm, I stare at the stars and flash them a cheeky smile. I hope each and every one of them understand that he is mine, and I am his. Not them, the sun, or the Statera will ever be powerful enough to obliterate our love.
Twenty-Three
Ipull the blankets around my shoulders to shield me from the early morning air and snuggle to Kyron’s side. Campfire and pine linger on his smooth, warm skin, reminding me of the new home we plan to make together. A place where every night can be like last night. We can lose ourselves in each other for hours, bathe together, laugh until our sides hurt, and fall asleep in the middle of a conversation about our future. It was perfect, and I’m not ready to let it go and face today.
Warm fingers brush the hair away from my cheek, and Kyron says, “Keeping your eyes closed won’t stop what we have to do today.”
I squeeze my eyelids tighter. “Sure it will.”
His chuckle joins the whisper of a pencil on paper. Curious, I gaze up to find him with his back resting against the pile of pillows. The sheets rest at his waist and have fallen away from his bent leg. Resting on his thigh is a sketchbook. His fingers are black from the charcoal pencil in his hand. Smudges of coal adorn his forehead from where he’s brushed his hair back.
“Are you drawing more of my dismembered body parts?” I tease.
