Smiling, Ember let go of Nyte’s neck to reach out as though she could touch the stars overhead despite knowing how far away they still were.
“Such things are not for mortal hands to hold,” Nyte rumbled.
She chuckled as she pretended to curl her fingers around one of the stars and bring it to his chest, flattening her palm there. “Then you can hold it for me.”
His eyes met hers, and something softened in them. Her belly fluttered, and it had nothing at all to do with the fact that they were flying.
“Take care with your wishes, mortal…lest they come true.”
Chapter Nineteen
Shadows enveloped Ember, blotting out the sky and reducing her world only to Nyte. His embrace didn’t falter even through the fleeting nothingness that followed. He remained real and solid, her anchor, her rock.
Then the shadows whisked away to reveal her bedroom, which Nyte was now standing in, still cradling her in his arms. The sudden change of location should’ve been disorienting, but he kept her grounded. Somehow, he’d done so even while they’d been soaring across the night sky.
When he lowered her onto her feet and attempted to pull away, Ember tightened her hold around his neck and pressed her forehead to his.
“Don’t go. Please,” she begged. “Stay with me.”
His hands fell to her hips, fingers curling as though he was unable to relinquish his hold. “I can’t.”
“You’re only telling yourself that because you’re afraid.” Drawing her head back, she met his gaze and touched her palm to his chest. “But I’ll never take anything from you that you don’t offer freely, Nyte.”
Clenching his jaw, he flicked his eyes to her hand. Though he said nothing, she knew he was warring with himself. The battle was clear in his expression, in the tension radiating through his body, and in the agitated flicking of his tail.
Ember released him and stepped away, not taking her eyes off him as she toed off her boots and pushed her pants down her legs, kicking them aside. Slowly moving backward toward the bed, she grasped the hem of her sweater and pulled it off over her head, tossing it to the floor as her hair fell back into place around her shoulders.
Nyte’s blazing, cosmic gaze dropped to her body, and there was no mistaking the hunger in it. His stare was so intense that Ember felt it on her skin, felt its searing path as it trailed over her breasts, lingering on her nipples, and dipped down her belly to her pussy. He drew in a shuddering breath, lips parting to reveal the tips of his fangs.
The stark, predatorial glint in his eyes sent a rush of pure, unadulterated lust through her, heating her core. She wanted his hands on her, his mouth, his teeth. Wanted his kisses, wanted to feel his cock thrusting inside her body. Wanted him to claim her, to possess her utterly.
Wanted him to…love her.
If Nyte were to leave her now, Ember would’ve been crushed. She knew she was running out of time to prove what she felt. To prove that he felt it toward her, too.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she leaned back, propped herself up on one arm, and slowly parted her legs, feeling the air brush against her hot sex. Her eyes didn’t leave her demon as she slid her fingers up the inside of her right thigh, running them over the scar left behind by his fangs. And his gaze followed their movements.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“Don’t you want me, Nyte?” Ember asked.
“Ember…” There was warning in his tone, but there was also a primal, tantalizing ravenousness.
“This can be yours,” she said softly, gliding her fingers through her pussy and lightly stroking her labia. She was already wet for him, with her slick coating her folds and nearly dripping down to her ass. “I can be yours.”
Nyte’s tail thrashed behind him. His gaze remained focused upon her pussy, ardently watching, and the stars on his body were growing brighter. He drew in a deep breath, nostrils flaring like those of a predator scenting its prey.
Ember circled her clit. A breathy sigh escaped her as whispers of pleasure flitted through her body. She let her head tip back, let her back arch, but she didn’t look away from Nyte. Seeing him in this state was erotic as hell. The tension in his body as he struggled to withstand temptation, the flaming desire in his eyes, the desperate, consuming want. A lustful beast had roused within him, and it was exciting beyond words.
The sensation within Ember sharpened with every brush against her clit. She longed for it to be his fingers touching her rather than her own.
“You can have all of me, Nyte.” She parted her thighs wider, her breaths coming short and shallow. “You can have me any way you want me.”
Ember slid her hand down and thrust her middle finger deep inside her pussy, pumping it in and out, hearing exactly how wet she was. “You can fuck me.”
Nyte bared his fangs and took a step forward only to jerk to a halt again, the cords of his neck straining. Darkness gathered at his groin, and she watched, transfixed, as it formed into his cock, with its sculpted head and the angled ridges running along its shaft. Her pussy clenched at the memory of how they’d felt inside her.
Withdrawing her finger, she skimmed it up herbody, leaving a trail of her slick as it ran along her belly, over her breast, and circled her nipple. “You can taste me.”
