Alarm jolted through her.
"Graydon—"
Even with the fear that she'd lose control and hurt Graydon, it was hard to resist the seductive pleasure.
Graydon looked at her, appreciation glinting in his eyes. "You're not the only one."
He took one hand and set it on his chest. Sure enough, faint marks had appeared on his skin. Their number growing until they matched the amount Kira had.
She looked at him in wonderment.
His pace picked up and soon she didn't have time to think about anything but the sensation within.
The world whirled as Graydon changed their position. Now, it was Kira pressed against the cushions, Graydon above her.
He looked like a conqueror as his markings flaring brighter and brighter.
Kira lifted her hand to one. It was like touching an electric socket, pleasure so sharp it was almost pain nipped through her.
She didn't know when theirkihad joined the party, but it flirted and danced along their skin, melding and tangling much as their physical bodies did.
Graydon spoke in Tuann, his words fast. Kira was too distracted to translate, only catching a smattering of words and phrases.
Kira detonated, her inner muscles clenching around him as she found her release.
Graydon roared seconds later as he followed her.
It was a long time later when Kira came back to herself. Her head hung over the edge of the couch. Graydon was sprawled on top of her, his head lying on her chest.
Neither of them had the energy to waste on speaking as they both struggled to slow their breathing.
"What was that?" Kira asked, staring upside down at the other side of the room.
Graydon shifted, creating a little space between their upper bodies. At the same time, he withdrew from Kira.
Aftershocks of sensation made her skin feel sensitive, as if the slightest breath could have her quivering for more.
She was exhausted, yet energized at the same time.
Never before had she felt this tangle of confusing desire.
"It's called resonance," Graydon said, settling himself on his side and drawing Kira more firmly to him.
She shivered as he traced the afterimage of her marks.
Kinipped from his fingers, sending a bolt of lightning to her core.
Kira slapped his hand away. As fun as that was, she was pretty sure it'd kill her if they did it again so soon.
She was still recovering from the first time.
Graydon's lips tilted, and he ducked his head, placing a scattering of butterfly kisses on Kira's upper chest and shoulder.
"Essentially, ourkihad a little melding of their own," he said after several moments.
Kira's forehead creased. "Does that happen with all Tuann?"
Graydon hid his face against her shoulder, but she could feel his lips move in a smile.
