“Kai!” she screamed, and I froze. So did she.
She called me Kai. It was the first time I’d heard that name from her lips since she found out the truth of who I was. Pride and smug satisfaction filled my chest.
“Good girls deserve a reward,” I groaned and prepared myself for an absolute feast.
My hands tightened on her supple skin, sure to leave little fingerprint bruises, as I spread her legs even more.
“Kai, wait!” She wiggled and tried closing her legs, but it was too late. My head was already there. “Gods, wait!”
I did, only because I didn’t want her freaking out. I wanted her screaming for an entirely different reason.
“What is it, princess?”
“I-I don’t know what to do with my hands,” she mumbled, already out of breath, her thighs shaking as she held herself away from me.
“Grip the headboard,” I told her. “And hold on tight.”
“B-but—”
The time for talking had passed. I pulled her down and dove right in; lips, teeth, tongue, they all worked together to wring as much pleasure from her as I could. I wanted more. I needed to godeeper,but she still kept herself hovering too far away for what I wanted. Her waist was small enough that my arm could easily reach around it to anchor on her hip. With my other hand, I grabbed her thigh and pulled it out, lowering her until I was smothered in her glorious taste.
“Like this,” I said, my voice muffled.
I got back to work. My tongue plunged into her damp heat, licking along her walls as far as it could reach while she bucked above me. I ignored the way her thighs gripped my head to focus on the sounds she made. She was close. Good. I wanted more than one tonight. Every muscle grew tense as she came, and I growled my satisfaction while cleaning up every drop.
“Again,” I commanded, and she cried out when I started over.
I wasn’t worried about her squirming away this time, there was no strength left in her legs for her to try. I was drowning exactly the way I wanted, and only her grip on the headboard kept her semi-upright.
“Too much,” she whimpered and tried to wiggle away.
I slapped her ass and wrapped my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue against it in sharp licks. Her squeal made mesmirk, and I sunk a finger into her wetness and curled it against the front of her walls.
“It wasn’t a request, princess. You’re going to give me one more.”
I took my now-saturated finger and inched around to her ass, gently probing between her cheeks. Opening my eyes just in time to see her mouth drop, I wiggled that finger in to the first knuckle. She shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. Her muscles clamped on my finger as her back bowed. Only my grip on her hips kept her seated on my face as she rode out another orgasm.
Not even the best upper body strength could keep her upright after that, and I caught her as she slumped against me. Our hearts raced against one another as I pulled her down enough that her head could rest on my shoulder, her face tucked into my neck. My cock screamed its betrayal from its confinement in my jeans, promising to explode if I didn’t let it out right now.
I made quick work of my button and zipper, shimmying a bit to release my entire length. It popped up between her legs, but she was far enough down on me that it rested too far to be in danger of slipping inside. Instead, the crown of my head rested halfway between her cheeks. My hips had a mind of their own and began slow, jerking thrusts before I could make them stop.
A few pumps through her slick thighs. A couple brushes of my cock against her ass, and I spilled myself along the skin I’d been gripping only a few moments ago. My moan was one of relief and gratification. Eryn’s gentle breaths against my neck told me she was halfway asleep, and I wasn’t sure my legs would work right now anyway.
I’d clean us both up when we woke. Snuggling closer to the only woman I’d ever been this vulnerable with, I let sleep claim me.
twenty-six
Eryn
There was something different about waking up in Kai’s arms this time. The urge to run wasn’t pressing upon me. Usually fueled by an overactive panic response, I closed my walls and put my barriers back up the second I had a chance to overthink things. But today, right now, there was no internal voice screaming at me to move.
We were both naked, and I draped over his chest like a sloth clutching its favorite tree. One leg was hiked up over his hip. His palm clutched my thigh, and a very hard part of him rested near the softest part of me. No fear. Shit, I even entertained the idea of throwing myself the rest of the way over him and testing just how good it would feel to rub along—okay, calm down.
My chest pulsed with contentment, the growing bond in there literally humming with satisfaction. We laid skin-to-skin all night, the doors on both sides of the connection wide open. He was burrowed so far inside me now, I wasn’tsure how much more completing the bond would accomplish. My body recognized him as part of itself.
I’d seen inside him, knew him on an intimate level that no words could properly describe. That’s what he was trying to explain to me last night. It was how he already felt about me. Once bonded, we’d be like the same soul living in two separate bodies. He couldn’t possibly hurt me because it would be like hurting himself.
I was an idiot.
