“Yes. I feel them everywhere,” she says, sliding to the side to guide a smoky tendril where she wants it between her legs.
A million sinful thoughts clash like thunder clouds in my head. Each of them is more tempting than the next. I have no clue where to begin. All I know is I’m far from done playing with my parah.
Twenty-Nine
RAELLE
Shadows caress my body, curling around my legs, sliding across my breasts, and snaking through my core. My eyes flutter shut, and I give myself over to the sensation. Hundreds of fingertips on my skin, putting me under their spell with every stroke. The shadows are an extension of their wicked master, and I’m a willing sacrifice laid upon his altar.
Statera help me, I love being at Kyron’s mercy.
His tongue dips between my legs, seductively lapping at my clit. My hips lift from the rock, and Kyron pushes me down with an arm across my stomach. The tip of his finger plays at my entrance, teasing me with promises of something deeper, harder.
“I need you inside me,” I say, my voice laced with unyielding desire.
His eyes meet mine across the valley of my body. That evil tongue of his drags over me from bottom to top. “Careful what you ask for, princess. I won’t be gentle once I feel you gripped around me.”
The deep rumble in his filthy words vibrates through me. He has never held back from sharing his thoughts when we are like this. But since I returned home, the things he says are raw and sexier than ever before.. My body responds to them as if they are his mouth or fingers touching me.
“I already told you that I don’t want gentle,” I say as he continues to toy with me.
“Say it. Say what you want me to do to you.” He nips at my center, creating tiny stings that mix with my pleasure.
His mouth doesn’t let up, sucking and kissing. I can hardly catch my breath to answer. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
As if his self-control snaps, Kyron yanks me up, pulling me into his arms. His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls. The pain is sweet euphoria that heightens my desire. “Say it one more time,” he whispers against my lips.
“Fuck me. Please, Kyron.”
His lips capture mine in a ruthless kiss. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he swims us back to shore. My body remains wrapped around his as he carries me out of the water. Falling to his knees, he haphazardly spreads out a blanket next to our satchels, his mouth never leaving mine. We collapse to the ground, his hips cradled between my legs. I reach between us and curl my fingers around his cock. A blissful moan leaves both of us as I sweep him through my wet slit.
I need the stretch of being filled by him, the thrust of his hips as he drives deep into me. I crave him invading my body the way he has my heart and mind. Forget air and water. All I need to survive is him. I place him at my entrance and rock.
He lifts his hips from mine and, in one swift motion, pins my hands above my head. “Greedy,” he says and dips his head toward my neck.
I hook my leg around his, using it as leverage as I roll us. With Kyron on his back, I grip his wrists and trap him beneath me.
“Needy,” I say, grinding my aching core against the length of him. He feels so good. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I chase that feeling that will ease the throbbing.
He smirks up at me. “What do you plan to do with me, princess?”
I drag my tongue up his neck to his ear. “Take what I want.”
“Do it. Fuck me. Sink down on my cock and show me how much you love it when I’m deep inside you.”
I want to torture him the way he has me, to watch him tremble with need and beg for more. He is a breathtaking sight beneath me, dark hair mussed and obsidian-amber eyes dark with desire. I could take great joy in edging him closer to his release and denying him, but I want to feel him inside me even more.
Taking him in my hand, I guide his cock as I lower my hips. I take him into my body inch by inch until he is seated deep. The way he fills me is a reminder of how we were made to complement each other. He is hard where I am soft, solid hills to my curves. It’s not just our souls that were created with the other in mind, but our bodies, too.
Kyron tilts his head back, the cords in his neck straining against his tan skin. “You’re killing me, Raelle.”
“Quite the opposite, my king. I’m reminding you that you’re alive.” I roll against him, stimulating those nerve endings that are already coiled tight, ready to burst and send me into ecstasy.
“There’s no way I can forget when you are gripping me like this. I need you to move.”
I tighten my hold on his wrists, pressing them into the ground. My movements remain steady and shallow. “Beg me,” I command.
His eyes light up and that damned smirk returns to his face. Brushing his lips below my ear, he says, “I have no shame when it comes to my need for you, Raelle. Please fuck me, use me. Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”
