I selected a ripe berry from the box and slowly brought it to his lips. The smooth surface of the fruit met his damp lips, and as he parted them, his warm, rough tongue grazed my fingers, sending shivers down my spine.
His amber eyes, filled with affection and desire, never left mine.
"I choose you," I whispered against his lips, sealing our fate with a kiss.
In a swift movement, he reached over and seized the chest that lay upon my lap, setting it soundly on the floor. His other hand cradled the back of my neck, drawing me close until our lips collided with fiery urgency.
His lips, surprisingly soft, moved against mine with a fierce intensity. The edges of his teeth, sharper than a human's, grazed my bottom lip, sending electrifying tingles down my spine. I reciprocated his passion, our tongues dancing as we explored each other.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest, the vibrations resonating through me. He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. The intensity of his gaze was piercing, dark and stormy like the deepest part of the ocean, and it held me captive.
"I've been aching to claim you fully," he confessed, his voice gravelly. "To mark you so that everyone sees that you're mine, and only mine. I've wondered, hoping, craving the moment you'd express the same desperate need I feel for you."
His words sent a thrill down my spine, the weight of his possessiveness both overwhelming and exhilarating.
"Guiding you around Atlantis was bittersweet. To be so close yet separated from your thoughts…It pained me that I couldn't hear your voice or feel your emotions, couldn't communicate the maelstrom of feelings surging within me…it was torture. I want to change that."
His emotions, raw and palpable, struck me. "Ky'rn," I breathed, my voice trembling. "How can we change that?”
He deftly slid his arm around my waist, drawing me onto his lap with a swift, fluid motion, pulling me flush against him. His nose trailed a path down my neck, eliciting a shiver as he leaned in, inhaling deeply. His other hand wrapped around my breast, his thumb stroking over my nipple, causing it to harden instantly under his touch.
"If I drink from you," he murmured into the skin of my neck, his voice thick with desire. "While pouring my essence into you. If we share our life forces, our souls will be intertwined. We'll be tethered to each other. No obstacle or distance can break that bond, until death takes us."
His words left me trembling. Heat pooled within me, a powerful yearning overtaking all other thoughts. The very core of me throbbed with need, every part of me yearning to be closer to him.
"But," I panted, trying to gather my scattered thoughts as I melted into his embrace, “will that ease our loneliness? Will it allow us to truly communicate?"
He shifted slightly, pressing his lips to my shoulder, the hint of teeth in his gentle bite sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "No matter where you are, no matter the distance, you'll know where I am and sense what I feel. And I will have the same privilege as you. We'll be able to talk, not with words, but with thoughts…with our very souls, through our bond.”
His words echoed in my mind. The notion of being so deeply connected to each other was almost overwhelming. "It sounds…so intimate. Binding. So permanent."
"That it is," he murmured, his other hand sliding to the apex of my thighs, even as he continued to massage my breast, sending spirals of pleasure throughout my body. His gaze, intense and burning, locked onto mine. "Is that what you desire?"
My whole being called out in agreement. "Yes," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I want it all."
His mouth descended to the tender curve of my neck, each nibble sending electric shocks down my spine. His large, strong hand massaged my breast with a possessive touch, the sensation both gentle and demanding.
I was utterly lost in the sensation of him—his scent, his touch, his presence.
His other hand ventured lower, fingers gracefully slipping between my thighs, cupping my core with a boldness that took my breath away. His fingers traced the sensitive lines of my folds, teasing, tantalizing. Every touch was calculated, designed to stoke the flames of my desire until they threatened to consume me.
My back arched, instinctively pressing against him, seeking more of the contact that sent shivers of pleasure racing through me.
As I ground my backside into him, soft moans, unbidden and uncontrolled, escaped my lips, echoing in the stillness of the room. Each sigh and cry was a testament to the building passion and desire he was invoking within me.
Ky'rn responded with a deep, guttural hiss, and suddenly, I felt the unique sensation of two protrusions pressing insistently between my thighs. I gasped, and peered down to see two large, jagged dark blue members with triangular heads. They both emanated warmth, dripping with a slick essence that made my core throb harder.
"I've dreamt of this moment, Isla. Of filling you completely, merging with you in the most primal way.” Ky'rn's voice was thick with desire, his words dripping with anticipation. “Your blood is like an intoxicating drug to me, made all the more potent when you're lost in the throes of pleasure."
I wrapped my fingers around each of his cocks, my grip firm yet gentle, my fingers curving around the unique, jagged shape. They felt much like lightning bolts, but with smoother corner tips. The touch was explorative, an attempt to know and feel the entirety of him. With every movement of my hands, my fingers became familiar with the texture, the pulsing warmth, the very essence of him.
Ky'rn's response was immediate and fierce. He hissed sharply, pressing his mouth to the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin there. The primal growl that rumbled from deep within his chest sent shivers down my spine. "Isla," he growled, my name sounding like both a plea and a warning.
Without thinking, driven by a burning need, I pressed my drenched core against him, rubbing against the base of his cocks. Each glide was a dance of slick friction, a rhythm that mirrored the tantalizing circles his fingers were drawing on my throbbing clit.
The teasing and tormenting, combined with the feel of his lengths pressed against my core, sent me spiraling. I ground harder, the friction between us reaching a fevered pitch.
As if summoned by my own growing desire, a pearlescent liquid began to pour from his cocks. His essence, thick and shimmering like liquid moonlight, poured forth in copious amounts, coating my thighs and pooling between us. The sensation was immediate—an intense sizzling heat that magnified the sensations coursing through me.
