“Does it frighten you?”
She shook her head.
He gritted his teeth, anchoring himself in the sound of her as she pressed her backside against him.
Arching.
Inviting.
He moved his hips, pressing himself between her thighs without entering her, letting her feel the length of him sliding against the tender wetseam of her body. When she wiggled her hips, he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from taking her.
“Careful,” he groaned, nipping at her earlobe.
She gasped as he swelled.
“…Kail…”
“Hmm?”
“Can you…I want to… soempty…”
He shuddered, her words unraveling the chains around his self-control.
“Not yet, sweetfire.” He breathed the words into the hollow behind her ear, but even as he spoke them, his fingers drifted lower again—trailing heat down her belly. She whimpered as his touch found her, parted her.
“Still reaching,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Even after that release…”
His middle finger eased inward—just one, slow and deliberate, drawing a gasp from her lips as her body fluttered around him.
“Kai—” she choked, her voice cracking under the weight of sensation.
He groaned, his lips brushing her spine. “I can feel how much you yearn,” he whispered. “How much you wantme.”
His free hand smoothed beneath her ribs, holding her flush as he began to grind again—slow, languid strokes of his hips that let her feel every hard inch of him against her. Not inside. Butthere. Sliding. Pulsing.Tempting.
Auryn sighed in bliss, her hips trying to match him in rhythm.
“Easy,” he rasped. “Let me give myself to you like this.”
She arched.
“Gods,” he growled, his voice fraying. “You grip me like you don’t want to let go.”
“Idon’t.”
He cursed under his breath. Bent to kiss her shoulder. Herneck.
“I know what you’re asking for,” he whispered, grinding harder now, sliding his length against her slickness as his finger pressed deeper. “But if I take you now—if Ilosemyself…”
She shook her head, breathless. “Then don’t lose yourself. Just stay…with me.”
His hand stilled for half a breath. Then moved again. Deeper. Curling. Working with patient, unrelenting focus—drawing her closer, deeper, until she couldn’t speak anymore. Until her body strained toward release, her hands fisting the blankets, her soft cries unraveling into something primal.
Then he said it—right against her pulse.
“Come for me, Auryn.”
She did.
