That’s all I want,I thought.To be seenby him when I’ve been invisible for so long.
A swirl of pleasure and happiness exploded inside me before I felt the familiar warmth begin to spread. He fed slowly. What made this one different was that he could watch me as he did…and I could watch him. Our eyes held, making the prick of desire feel all the more pinching.
On the first large pull of blood, my eyelids fluttered and I made a sound in the back of my throat. I watched his pupils flare, his needful hunger reflected there.
He pressed me back into the tree, his strength surging. My satchel dropped to the ground with a small thud. I felt the hardened outline of his cock, rigid and thick, against the middle of my belly. My hands went around him, sliding up the wide expanse of his back as he cradled my arm between us. Nothing would make him let me go, I realized.
He was just as affected by this as I was. He desired me too, and that filled me with the confidence to explore him, to touch him when before I’d been too shy.
Kaldur groaned, feeding more forcefully, which sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through me. I was close already, the edges of a quick orgasm beginning to close in. Especially when he began to rock against me, using my body as friction against his cock.
I’d never felt thiswantbefore. This delicious sensuality that was freed and made normal by this act. We were nearly strangers, and yet I was on the verge of coming in his arms, trapped against a tree and his enticing cock and his fangs deep in my wrist.
“Kaldur,” I moaned.
I want him,came the desperate thought.I want to feel how lovemaking would be with him.
This was aching madness that made no logical sense. But just like Kavelyn, I would be brave and explore where it led. I would willingly let go of the cliff—my safety and sanity—and plungeinto the darkness, the unknown. I only prayed that something would catch me on the way down.
The orgasm blossomed out from my core, rippling through me with waves of intense, elongated pleasure. I cried out, gripping his shoulders tight as he thrust against me.
He watched me as I came apart in his arms, his eyes going so dark that they appeared not silver but a gray so intense they were nearly black. I’d orgasmed the first time he’d fed from me, in this very garden, in the courtyard where the starwood blooms were. And yet this felt so much more intimate. I felt connection.
His body was tightening more and more. And it wasn’t my imagination, I realized…hewasgrowing larger, his muscles swelling beneath my palms. A result of the feeding? I knew that Kylorr got strength from blood.
His fangs released my wrist. The look in his gaze was so severe, so full of need.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, still feeling my body pulse from the pleasure. “Please.”
His nostrils flared. Before I knew it, he was moving forward, cupping the back of my head so I didn’t hit it against the tree trunk…
And then he was kissing me.
I gasped, feeling the bite of his fangs as I tried to maneuver around them during the kiss. Not my first one, but one that was actually meaningful. I tasted my own blood, mingled with something sweet that made me arch into him. He continued to thrust, harder and harder, against me.
I went dizzy with his kiss. It was both gentle yet unyielding. I never wanted it to end. It made my whole body tingle, made my eyes squeeze shut, made my teeth hurt because it was so sweet.
“Going to come,” he growled against my lips before licking the seam of them with a wicked swipe of his tongue. “Vaan, you’re going to make me?—”
I bit his bottom lip. My body moved on its own, as if guidedby instinct I’d never known I possessed. One hand went to the curve of his cock between us, thick and so incredibly hard, and I felt his shuddered gasp into my kiss.
He covered my hand with his, keeping my touch cupped there, and he gave two thrusts before he went still. His breath stopped even as his tongue moved against mine.
Then…I felt the flood of heat spread below my hand. I squeezed my legs together, the sensation and realization of what had just happened erotic and strangely tantalizing. Then came his deep groan, the huffs of his breath as he broke the kiss. His forehead came down to rest against the side of my head.
After a few moments, it went quiet as he took my hand away.
“Fuck,” he cursed softly, though there was only tiredness in his tone.
He pulled away, and I felt the cool rush of air replace where his warmth had been, making me shiver.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, voice gruff when he peered down at me, over an arm’s length away. “I got carried away.”
“I didn’t mind,” I said, suddenly shy. “I…I liked it.”
His eyes closed briefly. I licked my lips, tasting my own blood and him. My gaze dropped to the spreading wet patch over the front of his trews, and something quivered in my belly. Satisfaction, perhaps?
But when Kaldur opened his eyes, gone was the male who’d been in my arms. TheKyzairestood in front of me, managing to look as untouchable as ever, even though he’d just come in his trews.
