“Did this happen in the military?”
“No,” he answers evenly. “When I was thirteen.” He flutters his eyelids open to look at me, placing his hand over mine as he continues to speak. “One of the older kids who grew up around the club. He used to push me around because I was scrawny. Because he was angry and because he thought he could. I had enough one day, so I challenged him to a fight behind The Lion’s Den. There’s woods back there, so it was the perfect place. Or so I thought. We got into it pretty good. A couple of other club kids were there egging us on. My dad had been teaching me how to box, so I thought I had a good chance to kick his ass.”
“And did you?”
“I got a few good shots in. But he played dirty. Had a knife. He didn’t like the fact that I was holding my own, makin’ him look bad. So, he came after me. I dodged a few swipes by only the grace of God. But he got me good once.” Ky drags my fingertip along the puffy line. “My dad and a couple of the other guys heard the commotion and came to break it up just in time, but Slash was born that day.”
I frown, sympathizing with his younger self. Picturing a young, scared Ky. The same scared picture I have of myself at that age.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Snow. I got lucky. I kept my eyesight and only walked away with a superficial wound.”
“I don’t feel sorry for you.” I kiss his scar. “I was just thinking that you’re beautiful, too.”
We get caught up in a moment, ensnared in a sensual silence.
Ky takes my face firmly with both hands and stares at me as if he can see right through me. “What are you doin’ to me, Snow?”
It’s a rhetorical question I hope, because I have no good answer.
Am I doing something? Am I affecting him? The hard-nosed Ky Parish is actually penetrable?
He kisses me then, a deep, passionate embrace that resonates all the way to my core.Whoa.
“I think I’m ready for bath time to be over,” he licks his lips eagerly, and I wholeheartedly agree.
I can barely open my eyes or stop my body from responding to him. I’m aching for him in every way.
We abandon the tub, not even bothering to drain the water. There is only Ky and me and the need suffocating us like vining ivy.
Ky sits me on the edge of my bed, and I know exactly what he wants. He doesn’t need words to communicate; all he needs is actions.
I open my mouth as he guides the head of his erection to my lips. It passes over my tongue, and I suck gently once it’s halfway inside.
Ky watches me the whole time, biting his lower lip in pure pleasure. I take him deeper, keeping with the slow, controlled motion.
“Shit, Snow.” He lifts my damp hair by the root and tugs as his cock slides easily in and out of my mouth.
“Enough.” He pulls away, leaving me licking my lips. “Lie down,” he orders, bossy as always, but I give in, knowing there will be a happy ending whichever direction this goes.
Circling the bed, he climbs on the mattress with his knees near my head. “I want to feel it when you come.” He straddles my face and guides his shaft back between my lips. Then he leans over and puts his mouth on me, and my whole body spasms. He sucks monstrously on my clit before circling his tongue and sucking again. I fade beneath him, melting under the oppressive heat of the arousal he’s bringing forth. Demanding to emerge. I squirm and strain, trapped under the weight of his body, concentrating on all the sensations he’s conjuring around the girth of his erection.
I suck with everything I have, muffled moans vibrating up and down my throat.
I widen my thighs from the demand of his tongue, his mouth acting as my maestro. Marshaling the laws of my desire until I can’t take it another second longer, until my body gives in, shuddering from the massive quake his ministrations brings on. I claw at his back as he licks up the dew from my orgasm, moaning like it’s a delectable treat.
My form is limp and my head is light when he finally shifts on top of me. Circling his body around so his pelvis is snug against mine.
He isn't quick to move, or maybe that’s just my perception. Everything seems to be progressing at a crawl.
“Kira, look at me.” Ky spreads my legs and lets his gaze linger on me.
I lift my blurry eyes to his. The blue sharp, fierce, and entrapping. I’m the animal; he’s the hunter.
Ky hovers himself over me right before going in for the kill. A split second of delay before he thrusts into me. Fully, powerfully, taking me completely. I cry out from the force, my head spinning from the same potent ecstasy again.
Ky fucks me hard but slow, slamming into me each time with the same measured strikes.
I spread my legs and bow on the bed while he overtakes every inch of my body. Using all his strength and all his power to dominate my pleasure, leaving me a helpless woman beneath him.
