“Please.”
I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull it down her legs. Toss it somewhere behind me. And then I settle between her thighs and look at her—flushed and desperate and so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“Hold on to something, Nova.”
Then I lower my mouth to her.
The sound she makes is worth every second of restraint.
She’s so responsive—every lick, every stroke of my tongue pulls another gasp or moan from her throat. Her fingers are in my hair, gripping hard enough to hurt, and I don’t care. I’d let her pull it out by the roots if it meant she kept making those sounds.
I slide one finger inside her while my tongue works her clit, and she nearly comes off the bed.
“Oh god—Kyron—I can’t—”
“You can.” I curl my finger, finding the spot that makes her see stars. “Let go for me, Nova.”
I add a second finger, stretching her gently, getting her ready for me while I keep working her with my mouth. She’s so tight, so wet, so hot—the heat coming off her is intense, like her whole body is burning from the inside.
I notice the air getting thick. Warm. Humid.
Steam.
There’s steam rising from her skin, curling into the cold air of my room, and I should probably be concerned but I can’t find it in me to care. I already knew what she was. This just confirms it.
She’s fire. And I’m the only thing that can cool her down.
“Kyron—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
I suck her clit into my mouth and press hard against that spot inside her, and she shatters.
My name tears out of her throat as she comes—her back arching, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking with the force of it. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs until she stops trembling.
When I look up, her eyes are dazed. Glassy. She looks wrecked in the best possible way.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I laugh—can’t help it—and crawl back up her body, pressing a kiss to her mouth. She can probably taste herself on me, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She just pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.
“More,” she whispers against my lips. “I want more.”
“Are you sure?” I pull back to look at her. “We don’t haveto—”
“Kyron.” She meets my eyes, and there’s no hesitation there. No uncertainty. Just want. “I want you inside me. Please.”
Fuck.
I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. She watches me roll it on, her eyes wide, and I realize she’s never seen—
Easy. Go slow.
I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready, but I hold myself still.
“It might hurt at first,” I tell her. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nods, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders.
I push in slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
