She didn’t deserve Emmeric.But he still wanted her after everything Iyana had put him through.
Brushing his hair off his forehead, Iyana took several seconds to admire him, and then his strikingly blue eyes that grounded Iyana even in her darkest hour fluttered open.
“Iyana?”Emmeric asked, groggy and still half asleep.
“I figured it out,” she murmured, trailing her fingers down his face, neck, and chest before placing her palm flat over his heart.
That little line appeared between his brows as he frowned at her.Iyana smiled—she had a sudden desire to kiss that line until all his worries were eased.
“Figured what out?”Emmeric was still struggling to wake up.
“It’s you.”
“Me?What’s me?Mouse, you’re not making any sense.”
Instead of answering, Iyana leaned over him and pressed her lips to his.Her hair fell around them in a curtain.Emmeric slid his hand behind her head to hold her in place.The kiss stayed gentle, and when Iyana pulled away, she could tell Emmeric was now fully awake.
Hovering over his face, she let her hand trail down his chest, and a smug satisfaction filled her when his pupils dilated.
“It’s always been you.I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to see it.”
Iyana sat so that she was straddling his lap, and she had never been more aware that she wasn’t wearing underwear.Emmeric had hardened underneath her and she ground herself against his length, making them both groan.His hands landed on her waist, and he held her still; he was shaking.
“Iyana, I—”
“I want you, Em,” she whispered.“Please.”
Those blue eyes bore into her soul.“We’re talking about this after.”
Iyana nodded.She was beyond words at this point.Beyond wanting anything other than Emmeric inside her.He lifted her enough so that she could align him with her entrance, and then she lowered herself agonizingly slowly.They stared intently at each other as he peeled off her shirt, barely breathing.Leaning forward, Iyana finally kissed that line between his brows.Emmeric’s face was slack, like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.Iyana felt so much love flowing from him it was overwhelming.
She kissed him again, deeper than before, but still slow and languid.Iyana rocked her hips, and they both gasped, but neither of them seemed inclined to speed up the pace.This felt right.Raw.How it always should have been.If she had listened to him earlier, then they might never have been in this mess in the first place.
Hey, Emmeric said in her mind.He sat up, still buried inside her, and gently brushed her hair off of her face.
“Don’t think of those things right now,” he said, cradling her face with such amazing gentleness.He pressed his forehead against hers.“It’s just you and me, Mouse.None of that matters.”
“Okay,” Iyana whispered.
She trailed her lips along the scruff of his jaw and down his neck.Emmeric clutched her close to him.At this angle, it was difficult to move much, but they were taking their time, anyway.Iyana was in no rush.She wanted to feel all of him.She wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Emmeric’s hands trailed along her skin, making her hot and tingly.They finally settled on her ass, and he helped her grind against him, creating a blissful friction that had her gasping in his ear.
“Iyana,” he said, his voice strained.“Please let me worship you.”
She nipped the skin at his neck in answer, but he slapped her ass again.First one side, then the other.
“Naughty thing.”Emmeric chuckled.I’ll take that as a yes.
Ever so gently, he laid her onto her back on the bed, then leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the raised bud.Iyana arched her back off the bed and her fingernails grazed across the skin of Emmeric’s back.Phaedros take her, the things this man knew how to do.
She opened her mouth to tell him tomove, but no words came out.Emmeric smirked around her nipple, obviously hearing her anyway.He took Iyana’s hands in one of his own and raised them above her head, pinning her there.
Iyana froze.
Emmeric and the lavish bedroom disappeared and suddenly she was back on Azazel’s cold metal table, her hands and feet bound, stretching her body to its absolute limits.And her world was pain, pain, pain.
Iyana.
