He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his eyes flutter shut, his long lashes sweeping against his flushed cheeks. I can feel the trembling breath he takes, a sudden wave of resolve washing over him that makes the air between us feel electric.
Then, Sylar closes the final, agonizing inch.
He initiates our kiss with a fierce, quiet desperation, as if he’s spent those same ten years waiting for permission. His lips ghost over mine.
Soft, warm, and tasting faintly of the sweet sugar and Solar Tea.
A soft gasp slips from my throat, but before I can even process the shock of it, Sylar’s hands move. His fingers, cool against the midsummer heat of my skin, slide up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing just beneath my ear. The touch is sensual and claiming.
I groan.
The kiss deepens, shifting from a hesitant question into a breathless, aching certainty. It’s tender but possessive, a release of a decade’s worth of unspoken longing that leaves my head spinning.
My hands instinctively find his waist, pulling him flush against me until the silver embroidery of his robes presses into my chest. The world could end right here on this porch, beneath the bleeding light of the solstice stars, and I wouldn’t care. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Chapter seven
Sylar
Theweightonmychest is warm, heavy, and breathing. I blink my eyes open to the dim morning light filtering through the cottage window. Cinder, the cute little magical foxly, is currently curled into a luxurious, sleeping ball right on top of my ribs, her soft fur twitching as she dreams.
I chuckle softly, but the sound startles her awake. Growling, as if she’s grumbling, Cinder flies out of the bedroom in a sleepy huff.
Once she’s out of the room, I try to shift, only to realize I can’t. Down below, a heavy, muscled leg is hooked possessively over both of mine, pinning me to the mattress. Memories of yesterday come to mind. I’d woken up to find Raylen’s hardlength pressed firmly against me. I was so shocked that my body instantly reacted to his, that when he woke up, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
A part of me wished I were brave enough to join him when I heard him touching himself in the bath.
I look up. Raylen is still fast asleep, his face buried in the pillow just inches from my shoulder. His lilac hair is a wild, silken mess, and his mouth is slightly parted. He looks so entirely defenseless like this, stripped of his legendary archer persona. My heart stumbles a beat when I remember the way we kissed last night.Goddess, that kiss.
I groan.
That’s the last thing I should be thinking about when I’m this fucking hard. Maybe if I can escape, the way Raylen did yesterday, I can take care of my painfully hard cock in the washroom. I carefully try to slide my legs out from beneath his, gently shifting. His thigh presses against my hard length, and he wraps a strong, possessive arm over my chest. The movement grazes against my hard nipples. I gasp.
Fuck, that felt good. Really fucking good.
Raylen mumbles in his sleep, pressing closer against me. He’s hard too, and when he starts grinding and thrusting against me, I feel like I’m losing my damn mind. “Raylen,” I moan in a half whisper, my cock throbbing. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Not the time I lost my virginity, or the time I dated that handsome elf while I was at university. No, my body has never felt like this. Not once.
Raylen has somehow magically lit me up from the inside out.
His lips graze a sensitive spot on my neck. I whimper. Fucking whimper. I can’t help but thrust my cock against his thigh, anything to relieve the pressure.
Suddenly, Raylen stills, lips still pressed against my neck. “Oh, goddess,” he whispers, probably thinking I’m still asleep.He tries to climb off my body, but I decide to be brave. I wrap my arm around him, holding him against me.
“Please, Raylen. Don’t stop.”
Raylen freezes, a harsh, shocked breath whooshing out of him. Then, he slowly relaxes, practically melting against me. His lips begin trailing a light path of sensual kisses on my neck. My cock involuntarily throbs against his thigh. Again.
“Fucking hell, Sy. Is that for me?”
“Yes.” I nod eagerly, whimpering as I try to stay perfectly still, unsure of what to do next. I just grip the sheets in a tight grasp, hoping Raylen can suddenly read minds.
Goddess, I feel like a damn virgin all over again. But there’s something really fucking sexy about submitting to the confident man above me.
Raylen chuckles. “Is this what you like, Sy? You want me to keep going? You want me to play with your body until you’re begging to come?”
I slam my eyes shut, breathing harsh, ragged gasps. It probably wouldn’t take much for Raylen to coax a powerful orgasm from me. Who knew I would ever have a thing for dirty talk?
“Oh.” It’s the only word I can get to leave my mouth as I desperately start thrusting my hard cock against him. That’s until he shifts his body away.
