She moaned brokenly as his head dipped to bite her breast softly, his tongue hot and wet as he licked, then sucked, as one finger slid inside her.
She clawed at his shoulder, the muscle there thick enough for her grip as heat scorched her lower body.
‘Please—’ She gasped as the slow, testing pump of his hand flushed her with blinding, desperate pleasure.
Her hand stroked over the front of his pyjama trousers, finding how hard he was, how hot and eager.
Yes.
Yes, that was what she wanted. Needed. God, she wanted to touch him so badly.
‘Kyan,’ she managed, as he slid deeper, setting a rhythm. ‘Let me touch you.’
He swore a stream of low, pained Irish, his face agonised as if he was trying to resist, and losing the battle. But he allowed her to dip her hand inside, to grip him for the first time—
Silk, steel, heat. Andsize. Nicole swallowed, mouth dry, near delirious.
His low, pained moan changed her on a fundamental level, ratcheting up the intensity of her own pleasure.
He needed it too. Just as badly.
Maybe worse.
His mouth stamped down on hers. The kiss tongue and teeth. Deep unspoken devotion and months of worry.
‘Tell me what you want,’ she breathed.
‘Just you,’ he gritted out as she began to move her hand up and down. ‘Just you,mo—’ the last bit was almost slurred, his eyes drowsy with bliss.
Mine,crooned that thing in her chest, that huntress, thatwomaninside, as she tightened her grip around him.
God, she wasobsessedwith that look on his face, with the feel of him; the mist of sweat forming on his chest and down the dip of her spine.
More, more, more—
Some part of her was too aware of the rest of the house, and it kept her too tense to fully let go, but touching him and having him touch all of her was so potently satisfying that she was coming undone already. He kept up a steady pace, the heel of his right hand right where she needed it. A blaze of pleasure spread through her limbs.
‘Kyan,’ she gasped. ‘I’m,oh—’
‘That’s it,’ he breathed, the words choppy against her lips.
Then he swore and came with a desperate inhale that turned into a deep, chesty groan. But it was the shadowed ecstasy on his face and the hard pumps of his hips into her hand that sent her over the edge.
The pleasure dragged through her like a riptide, twisting deep and momentarily stealing control of her body. The world turned into bright bliss, followed by an intense sweep of relief that had her near sobbing against his mouth.
Liquid heat bathed her hand and forearm as he praised her and struggled to breathe.
Her eyes closed, all the tension in her body abating, the satisfaction so delicious she could have passed out.
They were plastered together, panting, barely down from it when a door opened upstairs and she heard Dylan and her father’s voices.
She wanted to stay here forever with Kyan’s kiss at her forehead in the half dark of the only place he might call home, knowing, for tonight, it was safe for them to have had this. Even if it caused a troubled whisper to coil around her heart at how much she felt for him and how something happening to him would—
No, she wasn’t thinking of that tonight.
Slowly, gently, he removed his hand from between her legs, and she bit her lip hard to stay quiet as he ran his tongue over her earlobe and bit it gently, before resting his lips at her temple. He wasshaken,she realisedwhen his eyes met hers in the darkness, and what burned there flipped her stomach. Heat, intention, and something more.
Nicole lifted her other hand to stroke his face.
