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"You should be cautious of the same," she told him with a teasing grin.

Kira didn't have long to gloat as Graydon's fingers started moving again.

Soon, warmth pooled in her lower belly. Tension climbed as she felt her body approaching the precipice.

Not without him.

If she was going to get lost in this madness, she wasn't doing it alone.

Kira dipped one finger beneath his armor but could go no farther.

"Take it off," she said around a breathy moan.

His chuckle was warm. "Are you sure about that?"

Her eyes pinned him with a look.

His grin widened seconds before the armor that had obstructed her disappeared, leaving her hands on flat smooth skin.

She'd always wondered if the Tuann wore anything under their synth armor. It appeared the answer was no.

Graydon's warm length spilled into Kira's hands.

He pressed his head against the back of the couch as she cupped him and ran her hand along him.

Air hissed between his teeth as his jaw flexed.

Kira drew one fingertip along the tip, entranced by the sensation.

Graydon sat forward in an abrupt movement. His fingers bit into her waist as he lifted, his eyes holding hers in an unmistakable question.

In answer, Kira reached between them, guiding his length to her entrance.

Both of them shuddered at the feeling as she sank onto him.

Kira went slow, savoring the sensation.

Graydon held still. If not for the way the muscles in his chest jumped and his nostrils flared, Kira would think he was unaffected.

Kira didn't move for long seconds, letting herself adjust to him.

Finally, she lifted up in a small movement before sinking again.

Pleasure speared through her at the sensation.

Graydon clenched his hands on the couch, his gaze never leaving hers as he let her take the lead.

They stayed like that, Kira torturing him, Graydon enduring. Until finally, he couldn't anymore.

His hips speared up, seating them more firmly together.

Kira laughed as he leaned forward, setting his lips on her chest, nibbling the flesh there as their pace increased.

A spring drew tight in Kira, pleasure and sensation mixing together until everything was tingling.

Warmth and madness spilled through her until it felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

Kira opened her eyes, catching sight of her skin. It glowed as her markings appeared one by one as if written by an invisible hand.