My other hand flits up to tangle in the dense curls of his hair. Byron lets out a muffled groan and grasps my thigh.
In one swift movement, he hefts me up the wall so we’re almost face to face, guiding my legs to splay around his hips. My thighs brace around him for balance, and the bulge behind the fly of his slacks presses against my core.
The unexpected friction shocks a whimper out of me. Byron groans again and ducks his head to brush his next kiss to my raised arm through the sleeve of my shirt.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. What the hell are you doing to me?”
My head tilts back against the wall as I pant in an effort to recover my breath. I can barely get out a mumble. “Nothing you aren’t doing to me too.”
The next sound he makes is more like a growl. “Fucking terror.” But the remark no longer feels like a reproach.
With me pinned against the wall by his hips, he’s free to tease his hand up to my chest. The gauze flattening my breasts dulls his tentative exploration.
He frowns and tugs my shirt loose from my pants. As his hand delves under the fabric, the tips of his gloves skim across my bare skin.
A note of protest forms in my shaky gasp. Then his lips sear through my sleeve again, and my mind whirls.
“What have you done to yourself, Elodie?” he mutters, tracing the line of the bandage. “That’s just not right.”
With a few deft tugs, the gauze loosens and droops. He nudges it down and cups one breast through my bra.
My grip on his hair tightens. As he swivels his thumb over my nipple, my hips jerk forward, desperate for deeper contact.
Byron squeezes my ass with his other hand, a breath hissing through his teeth. He rocks against me slowly, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable even through the layers of clothing.
Pleasure pulses through my sex. I shiver with need against him.
I loop one arm around his neck and drop my other hand from my mouth to clutch at the front of his shirt. Byron bows his head, keeping a careful few inches between our faces.
He kisses the peak of my shoulder, slides his gloved fingers right beneath my bra to fondle my breast more directly, and pushes between my thighs again. I can’t completely stifle the mewling sound that leaves my lungs.
Every inch of my skin is aflame. Desire radiates from my core all through the rest of my body. I need, need, need so much I can’t put into words.
We’re meant to be this close. Always, always, always.
I sway to meet Byron’s intensifying thrusts, chasing the deeper pleasure I’m dying for. The roar of longing drowns out everything but the throbbing of my pussy, the slide of his erection against my clit, and the giddy blaze burning between us.
The friction turns electrifying. My nerves crackle with the swell of sensation.
I clamp my lips tight shut just as the dam breaks.
My head smacks back against the wall with the dizzying impact of my orgasm. My legs clench tighter around Byron. Heducks his head lower with a rough noise and a few more jerky pumps of his hips.
“Fuck,” he murmurs raggedly several seconds later. He eases his hand out from under my shirt and guides my feet to the floor, gazing down between us.
The splotch of his own release stands out against the dark gray of his pants. A chuckle tumbles out of him. “Thank the radiants for magic.”
My answering giggle startles me. Byron lifts his head to meet my eyes, and in that moment his expression is so tender my whole chest aches.
All I’d have to do is touch his cheek and guide his mouth down to mine, and this demanding call between us could be properly?—
“Fucking terror,” he says again, tracing his thumb along my cheek. “And fucking precious too.”
“You know how much we love you, Precious.”
The remembered voice wipes the lingering pleasure from my body.
I recoil, my shoulders hitting the wall again. Bile sears up my throat.
