‘That is not all I want!’ He strides towards me and for a split second I’m sure he’s going to grab me and kiss me, but instead his hands stretch out in front of him as though he’s trying to keep a physical barrier between us.
‘Rose, I don’t kiss you because if I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. I can’t watch you get undressed, because the sight of your skin has me wanting to plunge my tongue deep enough that you’re all I’ll taste for days to come, and I’m certain you’ll see it all over my face. And I’m gone in the morning because the sight of you, lying in my bed, barely dressed, gets me so hard that if you were to ask me for anything, I would be powerless to say no. You are still a thorn in my side, and I want you from the moment I wake, through every breath I take, until the moment I go to sleep. Every dream I have, every wandering thought, you are there. Don’t you ever again doubt that I want you. I’m just trying to respect you. To protect you and not take advantage of you. That’sit.’
He looks at me, unblinking and without a shadow of doubt in his voice. And there’s none in me, either, as I take a step closer so that his hands brush against my skin.
‘I don’t need you to protect me, not here in this room. In here, either you treat me as your equal, or you accept that there’s no hope for us and this is already over.’
‘That’s not something I’m willing to accept,’ he says, his voice a growl.
‘Good,’ I rasp, already feeling the slickness between my legs. ‘Then show me how much you want me. Now.’
His mouth is on mine in an instant, and not with timidity or doubt, but with the same urgency and pressure as that first kiss. Back then he accused me of not trusting him, of kissing him to keep him silent. But there’s no doubt in my mind anymore. I trust this man with my life, my soul. I might as well. After all, I fear he already has it.
My hands work over his chest and he buries his head in my neck, licking and biting at the skin, causing my hips to buck as my body melts against his.
‘Kyor,’ I groan.
‘I wouldn’t,’ he whispers. ‘You keep saying my name like that and this will be over way too fast.’
‘Kyor,’ I say again and a shudder rolls down his spine as he presses his weight into me, finally allowing me to feel his full length. Any illusion of control I had is gone as I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him closer into me.
‘Good Gods, you are beautiful,’ he says as he fumbles with the bottom of my shirt. I lift my hands above my head so he can strip me, so that he can see all of me. He sighs out a moan as he holds his hand millimetres from my bare nipples and allows the static from his hand to spark against my skin.
‘Fuck!’ I gasp as I grip hold of him with such force my nails bite into his skin.
‘Too much?’ he asks, looking at me with concern.
‘Gods no,’ I reply, shaking my head. ‘We’ve got a long way to go before you hit too much.’
A grin slides across his face, but rather than returning his hands to my chest, he works on the buttons of my trousers. The moment they’re undone, he pulls them down.
I reach for him. It’s my turn. I need to hold him, feel him, but before Ican even manage to undo the top button, he has me by the wrists and pulls my hands away.
‘We have time for that,’ he says. ‘First, I’m going to need you to lie back on that bed and let me kiss you like I’ve been dreaming of.’
Even if I wanted to say no, I don’t have the strength. Instead, I drop back, my legs falling open, every inch of my body exposed to him. A guttural noise rises from Kyor’s throat.
‘You have no idea how hard you make me,’ he growls.
‘I would if you would let me feel you inside me,’ I say hopefully.
His laugh is wild and carefree as he grins at me. ‘You really do lack patience, don’t you?’
‘Only with you.’
‘Well, it’s coming, and so will you. Don’t worry.’ He leans over my body and runs his hands over my stomach as he plants his lips against the top of my thigh. I half whimper, half groan as my hips buck into him.
‘I am going to make it my mission to touch every part of your body,’ he says, drawing his tongue higher, ‘with every part of mine.’
With every moment, he adds to the pressure that only makes me yearn for more.
‘I need you inside me,’ I plead. I’ve never felt like this before. So desperate. So utterly without control or restraint.
‘Soon.’ He reaches the apex of my thighs and my legs instinctively open wider as I reach up, desperate to pull him in closer. But before I can, his fingers are hovering above my clit, sparking against the skin.
‘Fuck … I can’t … You can’t …’
‘Too much, my love?’
