‘Does it ache?’ he rasped against her mouth.
‘Yes,’ she near sobbed.
‘You want me to fix it?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good.’ The word was guttural, desperate, his heart knocking against hers.
Nicole’s breath turned to a gasp as he reached between them to set himself at her entrance and nudged harder.
Her breath caught at the size, the intrusion. Then, there was a filling stretch and slight sharpness as he slid in, deep andso slowlyshe near screamed. With every inch, heat roared up her chest and face as her body accepted him.
His eyes were glassy, and the sound he made – deep, guttural, all devastated satisfaction – sent a hot pulse through her that made her nearly sob with pleasure. The sight of him only made it better, the feel of his hands as he struggled, like she was the most precious, most essential thing in the world.
Like he’d never felt anything like this.
‘Nicole,’ he rasped. Her name a warning. A plea. His lips hovered over hers, a soft unintentional tease as her body adjusted and clamped around him while he moveddeeper,so deep she scratched down his flexing back with a shaky gasp until he was finally seated.
His eyes cleared enough of their hazy darkness to reveal somethingmorethat made her heart skip. His shoulders bunched, almost trembling.
Then his lips were on hers, his tongue was in her mouth and he began to move. It felt tight, a little sore. But good –so good.
She must have said it because he rasped something she didn’t understand.
His hips drew back smoothly, slowly pulling out of her. Her nails dug into the muscle of his arms to stop him, her shaking thighs trying to clamp him with a sound of protest.
He rolled his hips again, a little smoother, gliding back deeply and rejoining his mouth to hers. ‘I’m here,’ he breathed, beginning a drugging rhythm, his thighs shifting rock beneath hers.
His hands smoothed down her body. One cupping her breast and running a thumb over her in time to his movements, stroking. Again and again.
It was nearly too much.
His bare, warm skin, rasped here and there with dark hair on his thighs and his chest. The rawness of himinsideher. It felt … decadent, blissful. So right and safe that her chest ached.
His hand moved back between them to where they were joined, light and rolling at first, then with more pressure and speed, eachthrust of his hips reaching something inside that turned the world golden. Her thighs began to tremble as the feeling built, as he kept up the easy, liquid movement he seemed to know her body responded to.
‘Kyan,’ she gasped, hands fisting in the curls of his dark, wet hair.
He ate the moan that came out of her mouth with a savouring sound before his tongue moved in the rhythm of his hips, and she suddenly couldn’t think of anything but him. How he felt, how much she needed him, cared for him, startled by the intensity of her body and heart’s response.
Mine, his kisses said, adding a little roughness to the pleasured, feeling. He squeezed her backside as he grazed his unshaven cheek against hers, and the scrape of his teeth made her a little wild.
It was so vulnerable a thing to momentarily lose control. This was so much more intense than the first times he’d brought her pleasure. Because of the events that had led to this? Because the joining was so complete?
It built faster than she’d expected. Then there was an almost frantic increase in the pressure, the pleasure. It peaked to such heights she couldn’t control her body. It was like a transformation, full-body, intense and desperate enough that she screamed, shuddering as relief turned her blood to liquid gold.
Kyan snarled a curse and a string of praise as the last of his control was ripped away. He followed her, hips jerking up harder, choppier, that powerful body unleashed. Seeing the surprise and relief wiping clear his features and hearing the low, raw sound of him set another intense aftershock rippling up her spine.
She swore.
‘Nicole,’ he rasped, with a reverence that set off another shockwave of shudders.
She fought a sudden rush of tears as bliss bathed her bones.
She loved that he was her new safe place; that he had helped her understand she was her own one, too. That she could come apart and put herself back together in his arms and he’d protect her the whole time. That she could be vulnerable, and he’d be her snarling guardian if she needed him to be.
She’d do whatever it took to protect him.
