But I wanted more.
Pulling my hand from her and dropping Lyra’s gown, I waited for her to refocus on me.
“Did you come to my chamber,” I said, running a single finger down her cheek, “to find release by my hands? Or did you come here to be thoroughly, and completely, claimed? If the latter, I’ve a mind to tear that gown from your body, toss you on my bed, and bury myself so deep inside you that neither of us will leave this chamber the same as before you entered it.”
Lyra’s chest rose and fell, her cheeks still flush and her breathing not quite back to normal.
“I came for all of you,” she said more readily than I’d have expected.
My thumb brushed her lower lip.
“Then that’s exactly what you shall get.”
25
LYRA
Why hadn’t I expected Terran to make good on his promise?
It was only when one of my favorite gowns lay on the floor, the fastenings unusable after he quite literally ripped it from my body, that I understood the intensity of what was about to happen.
And I welcomed it. Every moment.
Perhaps I shouldn’t. Terran was a Gyorian prince. And I was a woman who had trained for multiple lifetimes, in human terms, to overcome the will of warriors. Men who would subjugate me, or attempt it. The very idea of obeying a command from anyone but my king or queen, and now Aetheria’s princess, should have appalled me.
Instead, I’d had the most glorious orgasm of my long life. One that would certainly be impossible to match.
Or perhaps not.
“You’ve stripped me bare,” I said as Terran removed my corset. “But stand before me, fully clothed.”
“If you want something Lyra, ask.”
That tone. One Terran never used in our regular speech but had reserved for the bedchamber. At least with me. I was certain the commandment in his voice was learned from years of practice leading his men.
“I want you,” I said, knowing anything other than full honesty would only lead to me being deprived.
A half-moan, half-growl escaped him as Terran did exactly as I asked. First, his boots. And then one by one, he shed his clothing, leaving me to stare at what could only be described as the most perfect specimen of immortal I’d ever seen.
Every bit of him. Including his extremely hard evidence that I wasn’t the only one aroused.
“Now get into my bed, on your hands and knees.”
Brought out of my stupor by his words, I began to argue them.
“It’s one thing too?—”
My words were cut off as he finished undressing and lunged for me. Grasping the back of my hair, Terran pulled me into him for a brutally delicious kiss, one I hadn’t expected. His tongue explored as it had done earlier, deep and sensual, a dance that could make me forget everything, including things I should not.
His hold on me was firm, though not overly so.
But just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, Terran let go.
“Get into my bed, on your hands and knees. Now.”
It was a command meant to be obeyed, and I did. Scrambling to the bed, unusually shier than I’d even been with a man before, my timidness having been shed many moons ago, I positioned myself as he’d asked.
Remaining there, vulnerable and more than a bit aroused, I heard no sounds behind me. Turning my head, I wished I hadn’t. Terran stalked to the bed as if I was his prey. He was in full command, and I shuddered at the sight of him, whipping my head back.
