My heart banged like a drum, the scent of him mingling with the rain clinging to his skin. One honest answer and I’d be falling off a cliff I couldn’t climb up.
I hesitated. “It hurts when I pull away from you.”
His face shattered. He was on me before I inhaled, kissing me like I was sustenance. I gasped as his lips crushed me over and over. He smothered the noises I made, even the pathetic, small moans. I clutched his collar and met him, stroke for stroke. Then I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, and he climbed over me. We tumbled onto the bed. His weight settled over me, one hand bracing beside my head, the other sliding into my hair.
My legs wrapped around him and he groaned into my mouth. The kiss deepened into lust as he sucked and licked at me like I was honey. I was on fire. His mouth kissed down my throat, my collarbone, lower.
My pulse hammered violently in my throat, my wrists, between my thighs. Kairos slowly ran his fingers up my legs, and goosebumps erupted in the wake of his touch.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
His rough hands glided up my calves, pushing my dress up. Then his mouth brushed my knee and all my thoughts dissolved.
“I’ve thought about doing this.” He kissed me, his breath scorching my thigh. “Every night since I met you. Wondering what sounds you’d make. Whether you’d say my name or just scream.”
My head fell against the mattress, and a tremor rolled through me. Oh gods, was he really going to do this? His teeth grazed my skin, and I whimpered.
Heat rushed up my neck and bloomed across my cheeks. My thighs tensed, caught between clenching and opening. He planted another kiss to the inside of my leg—hot, open-mouthed—and the drag of his tongue made me want to scream.
He slid his hands higher, grazing the crease where thigh met hip. The lightest pressure, and my whole bodyseized.
My breathing fractured. “Kairos.”
He chuckled. “Already shaking, and I’ve barely started.”
His thumbs stroked higherand heat gathered in a wet ache between my legs. I bit my lip hard. My knees pressed inward, but he nudged them apart.
“Don’t hide from me.”
He kissed, dangerously close. A strangled cry tore from my throat. Every brush of his lips sent sparks racing through me—only a thin barrier of fabric separated his mouth from where Iachedfor him. Slowly, he removed my smallclothes, and then he put his mouth on me.
A jolt tore through me, and my hands fisted the sheets. His groan vibrated against my slick pussy before his tongue dragged through my wetness in one long stroke.
My hips surged forward, desperate to grind againsthim, but mist coiled tight around my ankles and pinned me.
“Kairos.”
He sealed his mouth over my clit andsucked.The sound that ripped from my throat wasn’t human. My fists clenched, pulling uselessly as my thighs shook against my restraints.
He worked me with slow strokes, then sharp, filthy flicks. When I tried to clamp my legs shut, the mist wrenched them wider, holding me open for each devastating sweep. He tilted my hips and forced his tongueinsideme, and I bit back a scream.
He fucked me with his tongue, sliding up to my clit with a pressure that made my hips jerk. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Could only shake while he devoured me.
I craved this with every fractured piece of myself. I wanted to be ruined by him and rebuilt into something that didn’t remember how to exist without his hands on my skin. I’d surrendered, and he knew it. I could see the triumph in his eyes.
I have you now.
He pressed one last kiss, a tease that made me twitch, then rolled over. Before I caught my breath, he grabbed my hips and hauled me up until my knees bracketed his head.
Then he yanked me down.
I cried out, clawing his hair as his tongue slammed into me. Deep, hot, wet. He drove into me, then dragged up to my clit. So intense. My thighs shook as I pulled back, but his grip turned to iron, locking me against his face. He growled, the vibration shooting through my pussy.
I whimpered, twisting, but he worked at me harder, his tongue circling my clit. I choked, barely able to breathe, my mouth open in a silent gasp.
He withdrew his tongue, panting. “Ride me.”
“I—”
