‘I want to feel you lose yourself with me,’ I beg, ‘like you’ve never lost yourself with anyone before, Kyor. I need that. Lose yourself in me like you did the first time we kissed. Do everything to me now that you imagined doing then. Take me like this is all we get.’
‘I’m not sure that’s wise.’ He growls out the words. ‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.’
‘That’s the point. Give me your all, Kyor. Give me everything you’ve got,’ I demand, my head spinning, my careful filter removed from my mouth in the wash of urgency. ‘I’m so close,’ I gasp out. ‘Come with me.’
‘Gods, I don’t know how you do this to me,’ he says as he pushes himself deeper into me. Deeper than I even knew was possible.
‘I need you,’ I whisper back through panting breaths. ‘I need to feel you all the way in me. I need to feel your cum filling me. I want it all.’
‘Thorn …’ He groans my name like a prayer and a benediction.
I bite down on his bottom lip. ‘Come with me, my love.’
It’s the first time I have returned the term of endearment, but I feel the effect of the word on him instantly. Desperation cascades through his every cell as his eyes meet mine. The next thrust that comes is the deepest so far and I throw my head back and scream at the power of it. He plunges into me again, and my body takes it all.
‘Kyor!’
‘Rose,’ he answers as he pushes himself harder and faster into me.
My breath comes in shallow, urgent pulls as heat pools low and tight in my core. As the world narrows to the press of him plundering into my welcoming body, my muscles clamp down with an impossible pressure. ‘Kyor, I’m coming. I’m going to come. Please … please come with me.’
It all happens simultaneously. His grip tightens as he throws his head back. His body trembles and quakes beneath my fingers. He pulls me so close there is no space, no air between our bodies, nothing that can separate us. The charge that rushes from him fills every part of my body and for a split second, there is no him and no me. There’s just us. Just us and the pure energy of this moment.
‘Thorn!’ he cries out as a crack of thunder rattles the windows.
My own rush arrives, overwhelming and bright, tipping me then sending me tumbling over the precipice. My body shakes and shudders again and again before the sensation slowly starts to ebb.
I don’t know if the aftershocks are mine or his. If the buzzing that causes my hair to stand on end and my lungs to struggle to catch breath is magic or physical.
The only thing I know is that we can never go back from this moment. Something between us has irrevocably changed.
Chapter 65
Ilie with my head on the dip of his shoulder; the shape is so perfect it feels like it’s been made just for me to lie there. The static charge of the room has finally died down, though I can’t imagine what my hair looks like. I’m betting frizzy.
A sense of sadness ripples through me as I think about how much Llin would have loved that little titbit of information, though she would have been bound to use it to mock me mercilessly.
Now that I’m sated, tiredness has struck again, aching all the way down to my bones. As I let out a yawn, Kyor shifts a little on the bed, moving himself and me a little more upright.
‘We need to talk about Jonas and Benny,’ he says.
I raise an eyebrow. ‘You want to talk about them now? After that? Interesting. I’m not saying I’m opposed, but …’
He growls and then shoots me a glare so venomous I’m almost reminded of those early days. But now I recognise this icy expression for what it is. Jealousy.
‘Not funny,’ he huffs.
‘A tiny bit funny?’ I try.
‘No.’
I drop back onto his chest and let out a giggle. Toying with him is fun. How is it that when I’m with him, nothing else seems to matter?
‘Fine,’ I say in all seriousness as I realise his body is growing tense. ‘What is it you want to talk about?’
‘They didn’t buy it. The residual magic thing. Neither of them. Lorathin questioned me on it and I tried to cover, but he’s not as dumb as he looks. Even with that pretty-boy beard of his.’
I didn’t know that a pretty-boy beard was a thing, and I add it to what’s probably going to be an endless list of things I wish I could share with Llin. Still, I bite down on my lip. There’s no denying he’s likely right.
