My lips parted.
“Now tell me,” he murmured. “Do you want that?”
A rush of heat punched through me. He held my gaze like the fate of the realm hung on my answer.
“Gods, yes. I want that.”
His mouth crashed into mine, and the world tipped sharply. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a plunge off a cliff. The first brush of his lips stole the air from the room. The second took my thoughts. By the third, I knew that nothing in my life would ever be the same.
His hand slid into my hair, angling my mouth to his, deepening the kiss. I clutched his shoulders, clinging to him because gravity didn’t feel reliable anymore.
His tongue brushed mine and my knees buckled.
This was the beginning of something I couldn’t undo. My chest felt too full, overflowing with heat. I grabbed his hair, clutching him closer, desperate to hold on to this fragile sweetness.
We stumbled toward the bed. One-handed, he rippeddown my dress. It pooled around my ankles, and I tripped backward.
He caught me, lowering us onto the bed. A delicious shudder ran through my body as his hands glided up my thighs, tracing my smallclothes before he tore them off. Then he shoved two fingers inside me.
Every muscle locked as he fucked me slow, deep, his thumb pressing tight circles against my clit until my thighs trembled.
“Kairos,oh?—”
His mouth ghosted along my jaw, down my throat. “I can’t think when you’re near me. I smell you, and I lose whatever’s left of my mind.”
I whimpered as he moved lower, kissing a path down my stomach. His mist stirred again, slithering up my inner thighs, flicking my slick pussy like a tongue.
I moaned, arching against the pressure. The mist pushed deeper, stroking as Kairos kissed his way up, his hands soft as they slid back to my breasts, squeezing. He sucked a kiss over my nipple.
I clawed at his shoulders, teetering on the edge.
The mist thrust harder, and heat slammed through me. No, not heat. Something that sang in my blood. His magic. His mist fucked me with a rougher pace, almost frenzied. It stretched me open, filling me, until I shattered for him with a sob.
My body seized, muscles locking as pleasure crashed through me. My vision went white and I couldn’t think. I was gone. Waves of toe-curling ecstasy tore me apart.
I sat up, shaking. Gods, I wanted to taste the hunger in his eyes. I reached for his trousers.
He growled a warning.
My fingers didn’t stop.
Kairos sat up so fast it made my breath catch. He grabbed my wrist. “If I fuck you how I want, I’ll bite you.”
“Then bite me.”
He tore the fastening at his waist loose and shoved his trousers down. He was massive. Heavy. Veined. Slick at the tip.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him. Slowly. My palm slid over the flushed head, down the thick shaft, then up. His cock twitched.
He tipped his head back, his jaw clenched as he panted, and I leaned forward, dragging my mouth over his collarbone, tasting his sweat.
“Say it again,” he gritted. “Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
He fisted my hair and yanked me into his lap. My knees slammed into the mattress on either side of his thighs, his cock hot against my stomach. His fist was still buried in my hair, guiding my face toward his.
His other hand gripped my ass, angling my pussy over his cock. Then he jerked down, stabbing into me. I cried out, digging into his shoulders as my body stretched to take him.
