… nuair a ní bhím leat?
… when I’m not with you?
An bhfuil mise de dhíth ortsa an oiread agus a bhfuil tusa de dhíth ormsa?
Do you need me as much as I need you?
The questions would have told her what he felt.
Instead, he showed her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Nicole
NICOLE’S BODY HAD BECOME A THING OFPLEASURE, LIQUIDthrills rippling from wherever Kyan touched with such decadent heat she felt drowsy and delirious.
‘We should use protection,’ Kyan said, his body flexing as he laid her down. ‘I have—’
‘I have some—’ she said at the same time.
Nicole blinked and then laughed. But the humour was quickly, savagely eclipsed. This meant they could do this. This meant she couldfeel this.
‘Please,’ she murmured against his mouth. He kissed her. ‘Oh god, don’t stop this time.’
‘I won’t, honey.’
Kyan’s hands slipped from her as he got up. Cool prickled her bared skin, still drenched from the shower. But it only electrified every sensation, only made her more awareof her body when she’d tried so hard, for so long, to ignore it. It gave her a moment to relish the lingering pleasure and sit up slightly to see him return.
All of him.
Her legs pressed together softly to try and stop the pulsing reaction.
His eyes were darker than the storming forest, and as he walked towards her, he didn’t hide what he sheathed over himself, the hard curve—
Nicole’s hands fisted in the sheets.
‘No one keeps me away from you, Nicole,’ he said, rough voice pebbling her skin. ‘I don’t care’ – he climbed back over her slowly, body heat delicious, bed dipping either side where his arms rested, his chest grazing her fluttering stomach – ‘if it’s forbidden.’ He settled against her, the weight and shape of his arousal pressing against her thigh. She swallowed a whimper. ‘I’ll prove it as often as you need.’
Tears burned at the backs of her eyes. She stroked his face and saw all that feral protector not yet appeased, his body still tense and wild.
‘Thank you,’ she said, brushing his lips. She didn’t know how to tell him howmuchshe felt. Didn’t want him thinking that only that would make him deserving of her feelings. ‘But, Kyan—’
He must have read the conversation in her eyes because he kissed her again. Kissed her until she parted her legs, her thighs cupping his hips, the action so exposing it felt just as symbolic as it did physical.
A desperate groan stirred at the back of his throat. He took the hand she’d stroked over his jaw and kissed the palm, then bit the side of it softly. Her hips tightened around his waist, inner thighs meeting hard muscle, and then all of him was sliding against her slick centre.
That ache worsened, his words, hisvowhot in her blood. She needed him to touch her, to alleviate it.
‘Kyan, please—’
His hips moved in a slow, testing grind. He groaned as pleasure hooded her eyes and he nuzzled her throat.
‘You can have whatever you want,’ he said darkly. ‘You want this?’ He ground again, sliding easily now.
Her eyes nearly went through the back of her head as the pressure there eased momentarily.
‘Yes.’
