I was dying to make him touch me, to feel his skin against mine, to make him forget about everything. I wanted him to burn, the same way I was already ablaze just from these simple touches. I pressed my body against his, and nearly gasped, feeling his hard flesh with my stomach.
“Please,” I whispered, tracing his lower lip with my mouth.
My hands went up his strong chest and I moved my hips closer to feel him again.
When I looked at his face, his mouth was slightly opened, and a touch of pink colored his cheeks. His eyes were on my mouth and I knew I only needed to give a little more to make him lose control.
Carefully, not breaking eye contact, I traced the back of his neck, his jawline. My fingers lightly brushed his skin while I enjoyed the need in his eyes. Through our bond, his pleasure shot up my veins like the most powerful drug, intoxicating me, making me desperate and wild. I wanted him to lose himself, and I was ready to do anything to make him surrender to me.
“Take off your clothes,” his voice sounded rough and strained, as if the weight of his emotions was making it hard for him to speak.
My fingers were shaking when I unbuttoned the top of my flying suit, and he watched me with his eyes half closed. His head pressed against the door, his breathing ragged andraw. When the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, I straightened looking right at him.
“Kiss me. Please,” I whispered.
He swallowed, and his eyes flickered to the golden chain I wore around my waist before returning back to my face.
“Put your hands on the dresser and lean over.”
I walked over to it and gingerly gripped the lip of the top. Then he stepped closer behind me, and my eyes found the reflection of his face in the mirror. He lowered his head and I felt his hot mouth tracing my spine from my neck, and going lower.
“Tynan. I . . .”
His scorching hot lips trailed all the way down to my tailbone and he lightly bit my skin.
I gasped, bathing in a pool of liquid lava.
“Please,” I begged, ready to do anything for this sweetest torture to stop.
His rough, callused hand moved down from my ribs to my abdomen. I placed my hand over it, moving it lower in between my legs. When I looked up, I could see that he was as affected as I was. His eyes found mine just when his fingers slid between my embarrassingly wet thighs.
“Oh, gods!” I closed my eyes already on the verge of orgasm, just from his first touch.
It was maddening, beautiful, and painfully real.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and his hot breath burned my cheek.
I did exactly as he said, and again, our eyes met in the mirror.
His fingers moved in a circular motion, so excruciatingly slow. I bit my lip, ready to beg for more.
“Look at me.” He growled and I opened my eyes, taking in his concentrated face, his furrowed eyebrows.
It was torturous, he wanted to make me beg for more, but he was punishing himself in the process. Softly, Tynan’s fingers wrapped around my neck and his thumb brushed my lower lip. It was too much, I could not wait any longer, I needed to feel him at that very moment. Never averting my eyes, I sucked his thumb into my mouth. It was his turn to be on the edge and I took my time, caressing his skin with my tongue. The faint blush had deepened on his cheeks, his umber eyes had turned into liquid heat. He pressed his forehead against the back of my head and the next moment, his impossibly hard flesh slid between my thighs. I whimpered, my release already building up, I just needed a little more pressure.
“Eyes on me!” he rasped in my ear and I followed his command.
His hand tangled in my hair when he started moving his hips behind me and the whole dresser shook under me.
“Tynan! I’m going to...” I could not finish my sentence, nearly blacking out in an impossibly intense, overwhelming release that seemed never ending.
When at last, my eyes opened again, he had stepped away and was putting his clothes back on. He was about to buttonhis jacket, when I looked down, realizing that he never finished. He never allowed himself to go over. My eyes darted to his face; he had closed himself off, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Tynan?” I called, my voice trembling. Panic exploded in my chest. I knew it was bad.
What if he did not want to stay with me? What if he could not let go of his anger?
Instead of answering he sat on the bed buttoning his suit. His jaw was set, his eyes hard.
