He sat beside her and held her hands to calm not only her but himself as well. She looked up at him, her beautiful, storm-filled eyes meeting his.
“I’m sorry I got upset, Sed. That man can’t be trusted, and I’ll do everything I can to stop him from getting to you.” He took another deep breath.
Seda bit her lip, anxious tension radiating from her posture, and his eyes tracked the movement.
They were close in proximity and alone on his bed.
His cock involuntarily firmed, and he silently scolded himself. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about that when she was worried about Kalon or Somnium, whatever the fuck his name was, haunting her dreams.
“There’s no need to feel nervous, Seda. I’ll be here if he comes for you.”
She hesitated and blushed brightly, “Oh… yes. Thank you.”
He reached for the blankets and pulled them back, patting the bed for her to get in, and she slid under the covers. He crawled in from the opposite side of the bed and looked into her eyes, their faces just inches apart.
She hesitantly reached up and gently ran her fingers through a strand of his hair, the feeling, once again, rushing straight to his pants. He pretended to reposition himself on the bed, creating more space between them, and let himself ache without her noticing.
He could tell from the pulse in her throat that her heartbeat was racing. He didn’t want her to be so scared. Hewould always protect her, even if it were just making sure she woke up from a nightmare into the safety of his arms.
Her eyes darted between his and then down to his lips. “Umm… can we kiss again?” she asked.
Fuck. Yes.
His lips parted into a smile, and he said, “Sed, you never need to ask. I’ll kiss you whenever. Even if I’m burning alive, I’ll kiss you.”
She gently pressed her soft lips against his, moaning when he returned the gesture. He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her closer, firmly holding her face to his.
Her desire swept through the air as he groaned into the softness of her mouth, gently biting her bottom lip.
He adjusted and leaned over her, pressing her into the mattress with his hand still wrapped around her, softly licking her lip to soothe the bite he had just given.
Their lips remained connected, and he never wanted it to end.
Fucking mine, he thought.
Anticipation swarmed through him as she reached for his hand and guided it under her shirt. He inhaled sharply when his fingers brushed the soft skin of her breast and hardened nipple.
He throbbed, feeling himself swell as his desire blew out of control. He tried not to, but his kiss grew rougher, more uncontrolled, and he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Her eyes shot open, and she moaned into his mouth. He splayed his fingers and gently squeezed her breast within his palm, kneading the soft tissue. She was so fucking soft.
She pulled away from him and lifted her shirt over her head, allowing her full breasts to spill out between them.
A low growl vibrated from his throat as he looked down and admired the perfection that lay before him. He couldn’t stop himself, didn’t want to stop himself, and he bent down lower and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his cock aching and straining against his pants as she moaned.
He swirled his tongue around and sucked on it, letting it pop loudly when he released it from his lips.
So fucking perfect.
“Oh mygods, Cahir,” she gasped.
“Repeat my name. I only wantmyname coming from that perfect fucking mouth,” he commanded as he smiled wickedly above her nipple and blew onto it.
She had never felt this before—never felt someone love her the way she deserved—and he was going to give hereverything.
He slowly reached his fingers under the hemline of her shorts and ran his fingers over her underwear, groaning when he felt her soaking through the material. Ever so slowly, he slid his fingers under and ran them around her clit, growling when he felt how soft she was.
She gasped under him, her body trembling. He pulled them out and sucked them into his mouth, finally savoring her taste for the first time.
So fucking divine. So fucking mine.
