A zip of pain washed away the desire that had just started building.
“Shh,” Graydon soothed.
His soul’s breath wrapped around her own in an intimate caress that sent desire splintering through her once again.
This time it was more intense.Sharper.More desperate.
An ache spread in her center.Pain of a different sort as her desire grew thorns.The muscles of her core clenched.
“What are you doing to me?”Kira panted.
One of her legs slipped between his.He guided her until she was sitting fully on his thigh.Kira’s eyes slid closed as she rolled her hips experimentally.
Pleasure shot through her.
She did it again, his harsh grip compelling her to new heights.
“That’s it,” Graydon crooned.
His soul’s breath delved deeper than it had before, arousing nerve endings everywhere it touched.She frayed.Her body was one giant, sensitive receptor.A single breath all that was needed to send her teetering over the edge.
“Graydon,” Kira snapped.
She wanted—she didn’t know what she wanted.When she’d crawled up here, this wasn’t what she intended.
Okay.
No.
That was a lie.
She’d fully hoped to end up right here at some point.Just maybe not before they finished their talk.
“Pleasure is the easiest and least painful way past your natural defenses,” Graydon explained with a trace of difficulty.He was caught up in whatever he was doing.In no better shape than Kira.His expression that of a man staring at a feast and doing his best to resist.
Except Kira didn’t want him to hold himself back.
She wanted the fury and intensity of the storm to sweep everything clean, leaving her born anew.
Kira’s breath mingled with his as she leaned over him.“Stop teasing and get on with it.”
Her demand dissolved the last delicate strands of Graydon’s control.
The panels of his synth armor melted under his skin to leave bare flesh resting against hers.
The expression on his face was almost animalistic as he jerked Kira’s leg over his hip, sliding home with one sharp thrust.
A cry left her, the feeling of fullness overwhelming.
Graydon held still, the cords along his throat standing out from the effort.“Alright?”
Rather than answer, Kira lifted experimentally before dropping back down.
An explosion of sound came from Graydon.
Grinning secretly to herself, she repeated the action, riding him.
Slow.
