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He was my choice.
Between the three of us, he was usually the last to wake. It would be no different this morning, given how he’d joined us late last night after having spent supper with Asker and Marla.
I looked to my left at Malyr, his breathing even, his eyes still firmly shut. He was usually the first of us to wake, often slipping out of our room with the first rays of the sun. I lifted my hand to cup his cheek, sensing the first stubble beneath my touch.
Malyr sealed his hand over mine, and his lashes fanned open, blinking lazily a few times before his eyes locked with mine. And what extraordinary eyes they were, shimmering in that delicate space between sleep and wakefulness, revealing a landscape of unguarded emotions.
Love and affection.
Curiosity and hope.
It was as if dawn itself had found a place to reside within them, illuminating the shadows that often clouded his gaze. Here, in this transient moment, he showed me his heart, his soul, and the truth within.
Yes, he loved me.
I knew that now.
Scooting closer until mere inches remained between our faces, he silently guided my hand onto his bare chest, letting my fingertips glide over every puckered rise of a scar, every smooth valley between them. His movements slowed and the weight of his hand lifted some, all guidance quickly diminishing.
A question.
An invitation.
A hope that I would touch him of my own volition.
I traced his firm pectorals, the gap between them, and the furrow that trailed down along the muscles on his stomach. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered.
“Wake me like this more often.” His fingers dove into my hair and cradled the back of my head. “Any day. Any time.”
His lips feathered around the corner of my mouth, the sensation bringing my lungs to an abrupt halt before he pressed his forehead to mine. A rush of shadows flowed over me like liquid night, seeping through the fabric of my nightgown, enveloping me in a sensuous caress. Every inch of my skin tingled with an energy that left me heated.
I moaned, the sensation intoxicating, each shadowy tendril dancing over my nerve endings and leaving a trail of tingling warmth. “I need you.”
“I told you once before,anoaley,” he whispered, the weight of his hand lowering to the sway of my hip, “I don’t want to be needed; I want to be wanted.”
I nuzzled his temple, taking in the crisp scent of winter and those undercurrents of lemongrass. He smelled cold but alluring, like a fresh blanket of snow that hid the first buds of spring.
Treacherous and beautiful.
Tempting and elusive.
Malyr was my tormentor, my paradox, my teacher. He was a million painful lessons, shaping me into who I had always meant to become.
He was my fate.
I ran my hand down between us to the hard contour of his cock, squeezing his throbbing crown through his trousers. “I want you.”
Malyr’s masculine groan echoed like thunder through my body, setting my skin ablaze. He held me tight, pressing his body against mine until I could feel every hard plane of him. His lips crashed down on mine with a fervor that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I clung to him, my leg desperately wrapping around his as our bodies rocked against each other.
“Get rid of your gown,” he rasped as he shoved his trousers down beneath the blanket. “Absorb it.”
I opened my void, hungry after a night with no shadows, letting it tug and pull on the threads. They frayed into black plumes that rushed into my core with such desperation, my nipples hardened with my moan.
Malyr captured the needy sound between his lips, his tongue breaching the barrier of my teeth. His hand clenched around my thigh with possessive force, lifting it, spreading me to take him. He thrust inside my wet center on a gasp, spinning and twirling his hips until they were locked tight within mine. With one last lunge, he filled me completely, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure through my body.
I clawed my fingers into his back, bracing against the intensity of his thrusts, the animalistic desperation with which he fucked into me. “Oh gods, mmm—”
My moan died on my lips, suffocated beneath the collar of his hand on my throat. Waves of bliss rippled through me, my pulse pounding wildly against his fingertips, the room around me melting out of focus at the thrill that raced through my veins.
