‘Gods, you are dripping,’ he groans.
Tantalisingly slowly, he strokes around the edge of my opening before pulling my lips apart and plunging two fingers into me.
‘Fuck!’ My back arches, pushing my hips up and forcing his fingers deeper into me.
Rather than backing off, he curls his fingers upward so they press against my inner wall. An involuntary spasm rockets through me. ‘It’s my turn now, Thorn.’ His voice is a growl. ‘And I want to feel every partof you.’ His wrist moves in a perfect medley of stroking and pulsing. ‘Come for me, Rose. Let me feel you come.’
No intelligible sounds leave my lips as I try to stifle my moans, and he removes his two fingers, only to replace them – with an added third – a moment later, stretching me even further.
‘Fuck …’ It’s the only word I can manage as he continues to work that spot that’s going to make me soak him even more. If he keeps going like this, he’s definitely going to make me come, and soon. But that’s not what I want. We haven’t gone through everything we’ve been through for me to let him unravel me in this way. And it’s not like he was okay with letting me control him either. Which means there’s only one option.
Wordlessly, I pull my hips away from his hand, savouring the last few moments of friction against his fingertips. Then, when he’s fully out, I sit up and straddle him.
‘Your shoulder okay?’ I ask.
‘Trust me, I feel perfect.’
With my eyes locked on his, I lower my entrance so that it’s pressed at the top of his cock. Just the feel of it there is enough to have us both groaning.
‘You really want to tease me, Thorn?’ he questions as I pulse ever so slightly.
‘This isn’t teasing. It’s called savouring the moment.’
‘Really? Because it feels like teasing.’
Not able to wait any longer, I push down. If I thought his fingers had stretched me before, it’s nothing compared to the manner in which he fills me now. Every muscle in my body is taut as I lower myself, inching him slowly inwards, each movement causing inaudible gasps to stifle in my lungs.
‘You feel so fucking tight, Thorn,’ he groans, his own chest shuddering with pleasure. ‘You feel so fucking perfect.’
I want to respond, but I can’t. I can’t speak. Not when I’m struggling to even breathe. He’s deeper in me than I even knew was possible, and Iknow there’s still more length to go. Fighting the ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm me, I push my hips forward and plunge down. Simultaneous cries erupt from us as his nails bite into my skin.
From downstairs comes the beating of the drums. A constant rhythm getting faster and faster, as if it is a personal accompaniment to our pleasure, pushing us towards the moment of climax.
‘Kiss me,’ Kyor says, pulling me down into him as his cock fills me. ‘I need you to kiss me.’
There’s urgency in his voice, as if it really is a need, and I waste no time obliging.
It’s a kiss of pure desperation. Of every ounce of restraint dissolving into nothing.
He fists a handful of my hair while running his other hand down my back and pulling me closer, as if he can’t bear to have even a millimetre of space between us. As if we need to be one. The rhythm of my hips rolls faster and faster as his thickness grinds into me.
‘You need to slow down.’ Kyor mutters the words between gasps as he grasps my backside. ‘Or you’re going to break this bed.’
‘I’m rich now,’ I groan, refusing to change a single thing about this moment. ‘I can buy a new bed.’
His laugh sends him so far into me that it frays my last thread of restraint. Not to mention his. Heat pools, and my muscles tense then release in the most glorious display of ecstasy. My head tips back at the same moment as I feel him finally release himself fully into me.
Panting, I drop my head down onto his chest, beads of sweat weaving down my neck.
‘I love you, Rose,’ he whispers against my ear.
And then, because I know it’s the truth whether I want it to be or not, I whisper back, ‘I love you too.’
Chapter 40
My eyelids flutter open as the first rays of morning light slither in through the cracks in the walls. I’m lying in exactly the same position I fell asleep in, on my side with my head resting on Kyor’s left shoulder, with neither of us having moved so much as an inch during the night.
Nerves twist through me. No matter how good and right it felt in the moment, giving myself to Kyor like that, it wasn’t the wisest decision. Not with William’s life in the balance.
