Against my will, my back arched in the offering.
“You have to tell me, princess,” he whispered.
“I want you to kiss me.” I managed to say.
“Here?” He pressed his lips against my cheek.
“No.”
“Here?” Tynan moved his scorching hot mouth to the tender spot below my ear.
I could not answer, my hands tangled in his hair as I guided his head lower.
“Tell me.” He pulled the top of my dress lower, exposing my breasts. The coolness of air on my skin and the movements of his burning hot tongue made me wild, unapologetically greedy for more.
“Tynan, I can’t wait any longer,” I managed to whisper.
He did not answer, but his hand pulled the edge of my underwear down. He paused for a moment, taking the tinypiece of fabric off me. In the flickering light from the fireplace I could see his concentrated face with a light blush on his cheeks, his half-closed, almost black eyes.
“I want to bury my face under your skirts.” he whispered, as his fingers found the delicate spot between my thighs.
“That is not...appropriate.” I gasped, when he pushed his finger further.
“You think?”
My muscles tightened around him and it nearly tipped me over the edge by itself.
I clenched his shoulders, realizing that I was surrendering all of my control, while he was completely dressed, watching me. He was delaying, too concerned about hurting me, but I did not care. I wanted all of him, now.
With one confident motion, I pushed him back and straddled him.
He said nothing, allowing me to do what I wanted as I unbuttoned his flying suit, exposing his torso. For a moment, I got distracted by his muscular chest. My hands moved, drawing lines up and down his body, while I watched the remains of his control slip away.
“Alina,” he whispered, but I placed a finger to his lips, before returning to his pants.
Slowly, I undid his pants, releasing him. A low, inarticulate sound was all that I could hear when my fingers wrapped around his length.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He gritted through his teeth.
I only smiled, preparing to do just that, when he flipped me onto my back and settled between my thighs.
With one incredibly deep thrust, he filled me up to the very end. I cried out, balancing on the very edge.
“Did it... hurt? Did I hurt you?” he asked in an unsteady, breaking voice.
“Please,” I begged.
My hips lifted up, I was completely unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Alina?”
Instead of saying anything else, I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him toward me.
He moved slowly, trying to pace himself, trying to be patient and gentle, but the remains of his self-control shattered when I moved forward and bit his shoulder. In a matter of moments, his body was slamming into me with short, explosive thrusts.
“Tynan.”
My eyes closed, I could only feel his hand moving down from my navel to my hip bone. The next moment, he lifted me up slightly and when his searing hot flesh found the apex of my pleasure center, my world exploded in waves of ecstasy, making me shiver with pleasure. Then I felt it, the unbreakable connection that had always been there, and it intensified tenfold. My eyes opened wide, and I looked at my mate. His dark brown eyes stared back at me with deep, raw, vulnerability. That was when I knew that he could feel it too.
