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Vesper leaned forward, her chest brushing mine. She drew back, then rocked forward again. I groaned and buried my face in her neck, licking and nipping at the rapid pulse in the hollow of her throat.
“More,” she murmured, her breath a hot promise against my skin. “More, Kyr.More.”
Vesper quickened her motion, and I clutched her hips and met her thrust for thrust. My groans mixed with her breathy sighs, and those electric arrows coalesced into jagged streaks of lightning, pleasure zipping from me to her and back again, until finally . . .
They exploded.
Vesper shuddered, an orgasm streaking through her like a comet sizzling across the night sky. I thrust into her again, and an answering orgasm ripped through me and reverberated through the bond to her. Or perhaps our release was one and the same. I couldn’t tell anymore, and I didn’t care.
All that mattered was Vesper and me riding the amazing streaks of lightning we had created—together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
VESPER
KyrionandIstayedon the floor, shuddering against each other as we both found our release. Sometime later, I rolled off him so that I was lying on my back, the same as him.
“Well, I’ve discovered something new,” I said once my heart rate and breathing had slowed back down to normal.
Kyrion propped himself up on his elbow. “What’s that?”
A satisfied smile stretched across my face. “I rather like forgetting,” I declared, then crooked my finger at him. “Want to do it again?”
Kyrion gave me a wicked grin. “Absolutely.”
His hands went around behind my back, while mine dropped to his chest. Various tugs and yanks and curses ensued on both sides, but neither one of us was having much luck.
“Why does your gown have so many bloody buttons?” he growled, wrestling with the tiny row of them down my back.
“I could say the same thing about your blasted tailcoat,” I muttered.
We both struggled for a few more seconds, then Kyrion growled again, got to his feet, and held out his hand. I grabbed his fingers, and he pulled me up from the floor so that we were both back on our feet. I’d taken my heels off as soon as I’d come into the suite earlier, but he was still wearing his boots.
Kyrion stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest, as though he was considering something important. Then he flicked his fingers and used his telekinesis to open all the buttons on the back of my gown in one long, quick, continuous motion.
Cool air hit my bare back, and I laughed with delight. “Show me how to do that with your telekinesis.”
“Here I am,” Kyrion teased, holding his arms out wide. “Yours for the ravishing. All you need to do is get rid of some simple buttons. Surely you can figure out how to do that, my lady.”
“I think we’ve both already ravished each other, but point taken.”
Kyrion’s pants were wide open, but his tailcoat was still securely fastened across his chest. I eyed the rows of buttons gleaming on the garment. He was right. The Erztonians used far too many tiny buttons.
“Perhaps you need some more motivation,” he said, a low, husky promise in his voice. “For each garment you remove from me, I will reward you in turn.”
“What kind of reward?”
He grinned. “Oh, leave that up to me.”
My eyes narrowed. He knew I could never resist a challenge. I stepped forward and reached for Kyrion’s telekinesis. To my surprise, his magic came to me easily, and I dropped my gaze and focused on his right boot. The top button began to work its way open . . .
But then his magic slipped away, like water trickling through my fingers. I bit my tongue, trying to hide my frustration.
“You can do it, Vesper,” Kyrion said. “I know you can.”
The sticky cobweb of him in my mind pulsed with confidence. I blew out a breath, tamped down my frustration, and tried again. A fresh wave of his magic poured into me, and the entire row of buttons on the side of his boot popped open one after another.
Triumph flashed through me, and Kyrion pulled off that boot and set it aside.
