His chuckle was husky as he dipped a finger into her folds, drawing a circle over her clitoris before withdrawing.
Kira wanted to cry at the emptiness he left behind.
Her pants were gone in the next second. Across the room before she could blink.
Kira raised onto her elbows, letting Graydon look at her. From the dark light in his eyes, he liked what he saw.
"My coli. My breath."
He lowered over her, exploring with an agonizing slowness that quickly drove her a little mad. He took his time, pausing here and there. Kira's hips lifted. Needy sounds escaping her.
Finally, his mouth reached the place she most wanted it. He pressed a kiss over her clitoris, the touch butterfly soft. A tease.
Everything coiled as he fastened his lips over the sensitive nub, lashing it with his tongue.
Kira cried out. Her core clenched. Her climax hovered just out of reach.
Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pressed his face against her, her hips rolling in search of her pleasure.
Something opened up inside Kira. A parched desert sucking down every drop of sensation. Graydon's soul's breath acted like a gentle rain, soaking into the cracks and gluing them together.
His ki speared into her center. It was the shove she needed. Kira detonated with a startled cry, the climax on a deeper level than just the physical one. It went all the way to her soul.
When her vision cleared and she could think again, Kira opened her eyes to find Graydon staring down at her. His face tender.
Kira felt him poised at her entrance, his hard length scorching.
He waited for her to look at him before pushing inside. The fullness stretched her. Kira caught her breath as the overly sensitive nerves protested.
He withdrew, plunging forward again in a slow glide.
Kira made a sound in the back of her throat as he dragged along her poor, abused clit. He nipped the edge of her jaw, his pace increasing as her inner muscles fluttered around him.
She found herself climbing with him as he used the friction to send her to new heights.
Before long, her core tightened. The prelude to another climax.
"Together this time, cheva nier," Graydon ordered.
Kira found herself complying, lights bursting behind her eyes as his fingers found her center. He thrust forward, sinking deep with one last cry that she echoed.
They wrung each other dry as release found them. Replete, they held each other as the stars passed overhead until finally Kira slipped back into slumber.
This time her rest was dreamless.
Graydon
Graydon brushed a caress across Kira's bare shoulder. Even in rest she looked tired. As if part of her couldn't fully relax. The toll from the past few days was evident in the bags under her eyes. The pinched look on her face. The signs of strain that never fully went away.
She was so strong, but even her strength had its limits. This was breaking her. Slowly but surely. And Graydon was helpless to stop it.
"What am I to do with you?" Graydon whispered.
This stunt—breaking Aeron out of custody. It was reckless. Impulsive.
While Kira could be all those things, she was rarely all of them at once. She usually showed more restraint. If she couldn't solve a problem directly, she schemed and she planned, coming at her objective sideways if necessary. She didn't go after the most dangerous option right out of the gate. At least not until she'd exhausted every other avenue.
He traced the faint runes on her upper shoulder, his hand trailing to the ones on her back. Without Kira awake to consciously suppress it, the primus pressed against her skin. Just barely contained.
