Graydon let her have it, the kiss they shared sweet and soft—until it wasn’t.
Kira wasn’t sure quite when it happened. When she forgot about being gentle and got lost in the sensation that was Graydon.
It wasn’t until his fingers tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen their kiss that she realized she’d given up control.
A fact she couldn’t bring herself to care about as Graydon devoured her.
He lifted his hips, grinding his hard length against her center.
Kira broke away from the kiss, needing to catch her breath.
That didn’t stop Graydon as his lips trailed along her jaw and throat up to the lobe of her ear, nipping as he left little zings of sensation that rocketed straight to her core.
Kira groaned, needing to be closer to him.
It was a craving she couldn’t quite scratch. A fire she’d willingly burn herself out on.
The world tilted as Graydon scooped her off the floor and into his arms.
Some time while Kira had been preoccupied, he’d taken the opportunity to retract his armor, leaving his upper half bare.
He placed her on the bed, climbing onto it with her.
Kira watched him crawl toward her, anticipation making her breaths short.
As always, she couldn’t help but appreciate the perfection of his body. The broad shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist. The ropes of muscle that defined his chest and the hard grooves of his abs.
Graydon lived a life of violence and it showed.
Scars dotted his skin, proof of how hard he’d struggled to survive.
Graydon held still, a faint quiver running through him as Kira’s fingers danced over the raised ridges of his muscles before sliding down to investigate his length.
He hissed, the sound making Kira’s lips curve in pleasure.
“Careful, Coli,“ Graydon warned.
Kira lifted up, her breath stirring the hair next to his ear. “What if I don’t want to be careful anymore?”
A growl left Graydon as he pounced, spilling her onto her back as a giggle left her.
Graydon made quick work of her armor, divesting her of it in no time.
When she was finally bare, Graydon stopped. Hunger filled his face, his hands clenching in the sheets next to her.
“What’s the matter?” Kira taunted. “Afraid?”
Graydon’s mask slipped, the monster he kept carefully leashed staring out at her.
Kira swallowed the words she’d been about to speak, holding very still even as a part of her thrilled in anticipation.
Graydon swooped forward, yanking her flat as his body came over hers. Kira arched into his touch, twisting at caresses that didn’t quite fill the need ballooning throughout.
Her breath shuddered as his fingers found her, teasing and light as Graydon spared no effort in driving Kira wild.
She cried out as Graydon’s gaze never left Kira’s face.
Sensation jolted through her as he finally speared one finger into her center.
