It wasn't Kira's exterior that made her beautiful. It was everything else that made Graydon cherish her.
"I'd follow you anywhere," Graydon vowed, an indescribable tenderness filling him as he brushed the hair away from her forehead. "Remember that when you think you are lost. You are not alone. You are loved."
Always. And forever.
Kira searched his expression, weighing each word as if she was deciding how much stock to place in them.
That was his prickly aksa. She placed rationality above all else, never losing herself to emotion. For her, actions spoke louder than words.
That was okay. He planned to imprint his message down to her very soul this night.
The arms and torso of Graydon's synth armor retracted, sliding under his skin back to the patch where a lu-ong's scale had been implanted.
Through half lidded eyes, Kira made no effort to disguise her admiration.
"If you look at me like that, I won't be able to control myself," Graydon warned.
"Maybe that's exactly what I want," Kira challenged.
Graydon yanked her body against his, the touch of her bare skin on his challenging his intention to take it slow. He caught her lips with his. One hand slipped between them to find her breast. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, pleased at how hard it already was.
Kira groaned, her hands coming up to grab his shoulders.
Graydon palmed her ass, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him as the kiss deepened.
They ground against each other, unable to get enough. Graydon needed more. So much more.
Graydon's smile was slow. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Kira
Graydon's mouth fastened around her nipple, sucking.
Kira gasped. The sound changing to a moan as he nipped the sensitive skin on the inside of her breast.
Damn. How was he able to do this to her?
It was like he had a map to her pleasure centers and was intent on worshiping at every single one.
Not one to be outdone, Kira reached for him. She ran her nails over his chest. His muscles shivered.
He spilled them onto the bed. Kira yelped as she landed on her back. Graydon holding the bulk of his weight above her. He ground his length against Kira's core, dragging it over her clitoris until she saw stars.
Her breath caught, her eyelids fluttering.
"How's that, cheva nier?"
Graydon did it again.
Kira lost patience, grabbing his head and digging her fingers into his hair. She dragged his face down to hers. They nipped and sucked as they fought for dominance.
Kira needed to be closer. In his blood and in his bones.
She couldn't be the only one to lose herself.
If he wanted to, Graydon could destroy her like no other. Obliterate her.
He was her person. Now and forever. Her port in a storm. So rare that she sometimes felt she'd dreamed him up.
