The fear transforms into something else entirely. Something raw and desperate.
His hand comes up to cup my face, and I see it in his eyes too—that same wild need to feel alive, to push away the darkness with something primal and real.
“Alaya,” he breathes, and then his mouth crashes into mine.
I kiss him back fiercely, pouring all my fear and frustration into it. He slams me back against the wall beside the door, one hand grasping my throat. I let out a cry as my back hits the stone, pain flaring that quickly shifts into desire when I see the hunger in his eyes, heavy-lidded under sweat-soaked strands of his black hair. A wicked grin spreads across his face, his breath coming fast.
“I’m so fucking ready to feel you clench around me when you come. This isn’t going to be slow and gentle. I want you to call my name so you remember who’s fucking you,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
His free hand grasps my upper thigh, and with his body pressed into mine, he shoves me up the wall, my back scraping harshly on the rough stone. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the instant spread of pleasure between my legs as I feel him hardening through his trousers where our hips meet.
“I’m going to take you against this wall until you scream,” he growls, hand still curled around my neck as his kiss crashes into me, hard with lust.
His desire makes him frantic, his hand searching under my skirt to find the slickness already there for him, while his mouth claims mine. His tongue plunges in, met by my own. As his hand rips my underwear away, I moan, and he presses me harder against the wall.
The fire roaring through my body makes my dress cling to my skin. The anticipation of feeling him inside me again, that throbbing cock sliding deep, makes me clench with yearning.
He groans as he slides his fingers along my wetness, delving into the heat already slick with the pleasure he’s creating.
“Gods, stop teasing. I want you in me, now,” I gasp, arching my back against the wall so I press into him, my hands on his shoulders. I can feel him right there, freed from his trousers, pulsing against my belly.
“Raise your hands above your head,” he whispers as he shifts to press himself between my lips, lining up. I do as I’m told, and as one hand comes up and clamps my wrists to the wall, his other hand braces flat against the stone.
My back jerks against the wall as he thrusts up into me, and I cry out to finally feel him inside me again. When he starts his frantic, punishing rhythm against me, the exquisite pain of his grip, the scraping of my back, and the fullness of him occasionally grazing my clit with its intensity, make my orgasm build fast and fierce. I can feel the moment he knows; I clench tight around him and he groans, slamming into me harder, deeper.
“Oh fuck, Kiernan, don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t. He rides my orgasm with me, slowing his rhythm as he leans in to kiss me again, this time slow andsensual, our tongues moving together. He lets my hands go and lowers us so that I’m straddling his lap.
“Ride me,” he whispers against my mouth.
I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders, and he guides my hips as I slide nearly off him and then grind back down, which makes him groan with pleasure. I keep a steady rhythm until I can feel that fire building in me again, the ache of my release yearning for freedom.
“Together?” he asks, and I just nod, biting my lip to help me control it.
Control.
The word echoes in my mind, and suddenly I see Domanikk’s face as he watched me, waiting for the exact moment before I came, teaching me to hold back. His yellow eyes flashing with approval when I obeyed.
No. No, not now.
I feel Kiernan’s whole body tense, and I release with him, crying out as this second orgasm crashes through me. He groans as he finishes inside me, again and again, until he lets out a long sigh and rests his forehead against mine.
“That was worth the long fucking wait,” he breathes. “What a welcome to our new suite!”
But I can barely hear him over the roaring in my ears.
Domanikk’s face. During my climax. With Kiernan.
The guilt slams into me like a physical blow, stealing my breath. My hands start trembling against Kiernan’s shoulders.
“Hey.” Kiernan’s voice is soft now, concerned. His hand comes up, stroking my cheek. “You OK?”
I can’t look at him. Can’t let him see what’s written across my face.
“I’m fine,” I say, the words tasting like ash. “Just … That was intense.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It was. Gods, I’ve missed you.”
