“Much better,” he grins, pleased he’s left me incoherent, even as his own voice hitches a little from my touch.
We make short work of what little clothing we’re wearing. I pull my nightgown over my head, and he helps peel my soaked underwear from my hips with a murmur of appreciation. But when I tug down the waistband of his pants, I have to stop a moment to admire him too. His cock is thick and long and perfect, immediately filling my mind with a list of things I want to do with it.
Except Syrus is already pulling me back on top of him, easily lifting me into his lap so that the head of him brushes against my entrance. I bite my lip, anticipation shuddering through me. This is what I need more than anything—for us to let go together.
I hold his gaze as I rise up on my knees, guiding him into me with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder tightly. I exhale heavily at the delicious pressure as I take all of him inside me, stretching me until he brushes against that tantalizing spot deep inside, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Fuck, Leah,” he mumbles, his eyes a little glassy. We rock there together for a moment until the tension becomes too much—the ache at my core demanding more. I buck my hips, driving him even deeper into me. With that one movement giving him permission, he’s unleashed, sliding his hands over my ass and helping me set a rhythm as he drives up into me.
He’s relentless, our panting breaths mingling with every thrust, setting my nerves alight as the head of his cock finds just the right angle inside me, hitting up against the bundle of nerves at my center, making pleasure shiver over every inch of me.
But as good as I feel, I want us to be somehow closer, completely entwined—inseparable in a way that goes beyond the body. I want that feeling of him under my skin, shifting beneath the surface, at the same time as he fucks me. I don’t care how messed up it makes me. There’s a hunger within me I know won’t be satisfied until he’s claimed me in every way he possibly can.
I take his face between my hands, kissing him.
“Possess me,” I murmur against his lips.
His eyes widen a fraction, and for a moment I’m afraid I’ve asked for something he won’t be willing to give.
“Are you sure?” he asks, stroking my hair out of my face.
“Yes,” I say, dragging my nails lightly along the base of his neck. “I want to feel you everywhere. I want you inside me in every way.Please.”
When he smiles, it’s like he’s set my heart alight. “Of course.”
And then a prickle runs up my neck as he slides into me.
Instantly, I throw my head back, releasing a sound I didn’t know I could make. It’s almost unbearable—an onslaught of exquisite, sharp sensation rolling through me, ripping through my nerves, sending every one of them fizzing with energy. I feel sofull, like I’m about to burst, as Syrus moves inside me in every way—his cock thrusting into me, his presence rippling under my skin, his thoughts and feelings tangled with mine, pouring heat and desire and raw, unfettered pleasure into me.
“Sweet darkness,”he gasps into my mind, and I know he feels it too, our bodies overwhelmed with connection reverberating through us as we move together as one. It brings us both to the edge breathtakingly fast, and Syrus’s thigh muscles tense beneath me.
“Leah,”he growls in warning. He buries his face in my neck, clutching me tightly, and I feel him spilling inside me just as the wave of his ecstasy hits my mind. It pulls me right over the edge with him, breaking me into a million pieces as I come harder than I’ve ever done in my life.
We stay there for a long few minutes, riding the aftershocks of our orgasms, as every brush of skin against skin sets us tingling again.
Eventually, I collapse into Syrus’s arms, boneless and weightless as we settle onto the mattress together. I’m nothing but a vessel of warm, sated delight, purring when Syrus wraps himself around me and presses a kiss against my shoulder.
“You are incredible,”he murmurs as his presence starts to retreat from my mind and body.
“Wait,”I call quickly to him.“Don’t leave yet.”
His eyes search out mine, soft but questioning.
“Will you stay with me, until I fall asleep?”I say. I don’t want to feel emptiness tonight, not after feeling so full of him. Somehow everything has shifted, and it feelsright, having his presence there inside me.
He smiles as his consciousness settles into me again.“Of course.”
Chapter 28
Syrus
Istir sometime in the early hours, unsure what woke me. After sleeping alone in this bed for the last three centuries, it takes me a moment to understand the wonderfully soft, warm presence beside me. It all slides into place when I see the waves of red hair spilling over my pillow. My heart lurches and swells at the same time, absorbing the memories of a few hours ago.
I decided, somewhere between telling her about Sideria and finally understanding why she hadn’t yet removed that wedding ring, that Leah was worth taking the risk. If I’m honest, a part of me has felt that way for a long time, even if my fears were louder until last night.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Viz’s voice in the hallway. It must be what woke me, and I immediately slip from beneath my blankets and find a pair of pants. There’s only one reason he’d be out of bed at this hour—he must have news for me that can’t wait. I throw a look over at Leah, making sure she’s still sleeping soundly, before crossing to the door.
I pull it open just as he’s about to knock. One of Quill’s guards, Telchor, hangs back behind my chamberlain, breathing heavily like he ran here.
