Lora wound her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth, letting the fire between them increase, giving herself over.
Eyden’s hands landed on her hips, and he turned her to the table, hoisting her up so she could wrap her legs around him. His hand sought the seam of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath and touching bare skin. His hips created a friction that drove her mad as she felt how much he wanted this.
She could feel her body’s own reaction mirroring his, wanting more, wanting itall.When she rolled her hips in rhythm with his, he moaned against her lips, breaking the desperate kiss.
“Bed?” Eyden asked, his voice low and husky, whispering against her ear.
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist. “Now.”
He chuckled, the sound sexy as hell; if Lora hadn’t already been set on doing this, she was now. Eyden’s hands moved to her hips again and then to her ass as he lifted her up, spinning her around. Holding her up, he walked to his bed in quick steps.
He laid her on the bed, and Lora grabbed his sweater, pulling him down with her. She moulded her lips against his, seeking another kiss, her tongue brushing against his parted mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him, was all too much and not nearly enough. The flutter in her chest moved lower as she deepened the kiss, her lips almost bruising.
Eyden lowered himself over her, his mouth moving from hers to gently kiss down her neck, careful of her bruises. She curled her fingers in his hair as she leaned back, giving him more access to her neck. His kisses were feather light, the greatest torture.
Eyden’s hand moved under her shirt again. Lora could feel his hot breath moving down her neck to her collarbone. His fingers strayed against her bare skin until he hit her bandage.
Pulling her shirt back, he glimpsed her covered wound. “Every time we find ourselves in a bed, you’re hurt,” he said, catching her gaze. Lora was half afraid he would stop, but her eyes must have told him not to. “Let’s not make it a tradition. The wound part.”
A sly grin spread across her face. “What partdoyou want to make a tradition?”
Eyden’s eyes burned brighter than ever. “This,” he said, his hand reaching higher. As he nuzzled her neck, Eyden’s fingers grazed the swell of her breast. He let out an appreciative groan when he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She urged him on, squirming below him as she willed him to go higher. Her heart pounded as his hand finally moved to cup her breast. She arched her back, wanting more,needingmore. The desire in her was burning everything else to ashes. There was only him and her, their bodies moving together, sparks flying in the air.
Lora lightly pushed his chest, forcing him to back off so she could roll on top. Straddling him, Eyden’s crimson gaze seemed to burn right through her clothes.
Lora undid her hair tie, letting her wavy hair spill around her shoulders. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she dragged it over her head and threw it somewhere out of sight. Eyden’s eyes flared with desire, freely taking her in while Lora’s eyes were trained on him. His heated gaze seared every bare inch of her.
She shifted on his lap, feeling the bulge in his trousers rub against her, stealing her breath and sending a shockwave through her. She couldn’t help the moan escaping her lips. Eyden groaned his approval, and before she registered his movement, he trapped her underneath him again.
Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he left a fiery sensation in its wake, before his mouth travelled to her breast, his lips rasping over her burning skin. His tongue swirled around her peaked nipple, evoking a moan from her she almost didn’t recognise, while his hand traced circles around her other breast, teasing her deliciously.
Heat blossomed low in her stomach and between her legs. She hooked her leg around his back, needing friction. When he lifted his mouth from her skin and looked into her hooded eyes, Lora knew she’d fallen badly.No going back.
She tore at his shirt, and he quickly removed it before his fingers went to the band of her trousers and started dragging the fabric down her legs. When he moved up again, Eyden captured her lips, nibbling at her bottom lip and breathing in her sighs of pleasure. He used one hand to keep his weight off her while the other lightly brushed over her aching breasts before going lower.
His fingers skimmed over her underwear, and he groaned against her skin as he found the evidence of how lost she was to him, to his touch, his kiss. A bolt of pleasure went through her, her breathing quickening.
Eyden stroked her through her underwear, and her hips lifted to meet his touch. She was desperate for more, the intense pleasure building within her encouraging her on. Her hand moved to rub against his trousers.
“You’ll be the end of me, special one,” Eyden groaned, his voice vibrating against her sensitive neck.
Laughing softly, her hand went to undo his trousers, but then a thought occurred to her. “I’m not on birth control.”
Eyden’s hand stilled for a moment. “It’s all right. I’m taking something.”
“Taking what?”
“A spelled tonic,” he said, his molten eyes meeting hers. “As long as one of us takes it, we’re good.”
Lora smirked. “So you came prepared. Presumptuous of you to assume you’ll get lucky.”
Eyden’s eyes sobered for a split second. “You can always change your mind.”
“Iwon’t.”
“Thank fuck.” Eyden captured her lips again, his tongue branding hers, all-consuming. His hand started dragging down her underwear. He broke the kiss to fully pull them off. Leaning over her, a devilish grin stretched his lips. “You’re truly remarkable.” His finger traced a line between her breasts all the way down between her legs. “I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”
