His lips left her mouth, trailing along her jaw and down her neck. Her body was tense, her thighs tightening around his hips, as each touch of his mouth sent her closer to the edge.
She never wanted the feeling to end, the rest of the world melting away.
“Pyetar,” she groaned, her body trembling. “Please.”
“What do you need?” His voice was strained and breathless, hot against her breast.
“You. Now.”
Pyetar’s body jerked against hers, and he moaned her name. His hands skimmed down her sides and slipped between their bodies.
His lips left hers, just long enough to pull her body down onto him. As he slid inside her, her muscles clenched and her head rocked back from the overwhelming surge of pleasure that shot through her.
She claimed his mouth, her body adjusting to the feel of him. She was too sensitive, every nerve in her body on edge, but the feel of him, the warmth of him, it wasn’t just good.
Her eyes burned, and for a moment she thought she was going to cry. The sensations and the emotions were surging in her so high that she had no chance of isolating and understanding them. All she could do was ride it out.
The urgency was gone, and now she just wanted to feel him, let her pleasure slowly build while she savored every moment. Pyetar waited patiently, runninghis hands over her back until she started to move, slowly rising and falling. Every movement was slow and sensual.
She could tell Pyetar was struggling to stay at her pace while he watched her, his muscles tense. Pyetar pulled her braid over her shoulder and tugged off the tie.
“I’ve wanted to take your braid out for months,” he sighed. Despite the quickness of his breathing, Pyetar was gentle as he slowly undid her braid, her light brown hair slowly fanning out across her stomach. The entire time, Iryana continued her slow rise and fall, watching his fingers move.
Finished, Pyetar pushed her unbound hair behind her, his fingers trailing along her collarbone and shoulder. She jerked from the sensation of her hair sliding against her back, and her hips halted as it took her by surprise.
His warm hands slid down her stomach to hold her hips in place, tightly pressing against him. Pyetar took his time looking at her. His eyes trailed over every inch of her body, and it was like her skin warmed with his gaze.
She liked the way he looked at her, with his parted lips and burning eyes, but her patience had run out. When she tried rising again, his hands pulled her even firmer against him, the corner of his mouth twitching. She raised a brow and then tilted her hips, pressing into him as deeply as she could, and started circling her hips.
Pyetar’s head fell back, and he groaned, his entire chest rumbling. As if an instinct he couldn’t control, Pyetar moved his hips with hers, grinding their bodies together. The sound of his pleasure combined with the sensations made her cry out, her body tensing.
“Shh,” he reminded her.
No longer holding her hips down, Pyetar finally gave in and let her move, his hands urging her faster and faster. She quickly lost control of herself, moaning and trembling as she erupted. All she could focus on was that feeling trailing through her limbs, her muscles trembling.
When she started coming back down, Pyetar pressed her down onto the couch, laying between her legs. She had always been independent, but she loved the sight of him above her, his muscular arms caging her in.
He kissed her neck and set a relentless pace. She tilted her head so she could watch him, watch the muscles along his stomach. Iryana wrapped her legs aroundhim, arms flying over her head to grasp the couch to brace herself. With one last kiss to her neck, Pyetar sat up, lifting her hips to drive even deeper inside of her.
She choked down a scream as he hit a spot even more sensitive. With every thrust, Iryana moaned. She was so close, but she focused on drawing it out. Pyetar’s movements grew jerky, and he started groaning with her, face twisting. Every muscle in his body was pulled tight, bulging, and then Iryana couldn’t wait any longer.
“Pyetar,” she whimpered, her back arching as her body shook.
That sent him over the edge, groaning her name. He fell onto his elbows, breathing deeply, pressing slow, breathy kisses onto her shoulder.
“Pyetar,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.
He chuckled, turning her and pulling her on top of him. She nestled against him.
“That was a long time coming,” he teased her, running his hands through her hair.
They were sweaty and breathless, and she was happy. She listened to his heartbeat slow, his breaths even out, as trailed his fingers along her skin lazily.
“Would it scare you if I said I loved you?”
“Yes.” Even though he’d said it a few times already. Her heart already sped up substantially. “But I am pretty sure I love you, too.”
Pyetar smiled. “Perhaps another time, then.”
