Page 85 of Crown of Iron
He rises to his knees, his frame haloed in hues of coral, lime, and periwinkle. The muscles in his forearm flex as he eases his pants down his hips. The leather gives way to reveal every phenomenal inch of him. He’sbuilt of hard muscles, perfect lines, and golden skin. Every inch of him is flawlessly tailored for pleasure.
“Come here,” I say. It's meant to be a demand, but desperation laces my words. I need to put his spectacular body to the test.
He covers me, skin upon skin. I lace our fingers, resting them next to my face before kissing the knuckle of his thumb.
“Raelle.” My name is a mixture of his need and an opportunity to change my mind. But I know what I want.
“Please be gentle,” I say. It's a plea to join slowly, to make this last, to treat my heart like the fragile thing it is.
“Of course,” he promises, gliding his palm over my outer thigh and the rough skin covering the Eporri.
Power surges between us, a sensual mixture of dark, warm passion. It's a heady feeling heightening our desire. The hollow place within me throbs, reminding me how perfectly Kyron will fit inside me. I yearn to be filled by him, to feel completely connected.
He aligns himself with my center and barely dips inside me. I suck in the cool night air and his grasp on my hand tightens. With a tenderness that rivals a summer breeze caressing the petals of wildflowers, he rocks his hips. I hiss and sink my nails into his shoulders. He stills, calming me with sweet, languid kisses which transform into desperate strokes of his tongue. His gift crackles against my lips like a fire, sparking a feral demand for more of him. I rock my hips under his, taking more of him inside me. Inch by inch, he sinks into me until his pelvis meets mine. He releases a long breath, and I close my eyes. Statera save me. The way he stretches and fills me, it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever had.
Kyron pulls from me and eases our bodies back together. With each deep stroke, I discover sensations I've never experienced before. They’re a fusion of emotion and touch, lust and love, give and take. I hook my legs over the backs of his thighs, and he moves quicker.
When deep, breathless moans escape his lips, I know he’s close.
“Don't pull away when you come. It's all right to let go, I’ve taken precautions,” I say, panting against his ear and hoping to alleviate any lingering worries he may have. I've prepared for this moment, and I want to take him fully. I want him to take what he needs from me too.
Kyron presses down and grinds against my clit.
“Don't stop,” I beg.
“I wouldn't dream of it.” he breathes. He eases his hand under my ass, angling me so each stroke is what we both need. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I say with a moan.
“Let go, princess. I need to feel you coming on my cock.”
His words are my undoing. I contract around him, my body giving into pure ecstasy. It shatters the last layer of our defenses, obliterating it into nothingness. We’re bare and vulnerable to each other, exposing our flaws and perfection. Mind, body, and heart, I am his and he is mine.
Kyron thrusts deep inside me and shudders. The sound of my name flowing from his mouth as he surrenders to his pleasure is stunning. We ride out our releases until our bodies go limp, his molding to mine. I run my hands over his back and through his hair, placing kisses anywhere I can reach. We cling to one another, basking in the destruction ofyouandme. In the aftermath of what we shared, it’s only us.
“Kyron?”
He hums and rolls us to our sides.
I lift my chin and gaze at his handsome face. “Thank you for trusting me, for giving me more than I deserve.”
He slowly cracks open his eyes. “You never need to thank me. I willingly give you all I am. I'm at your mercy, and I'd have it no other way, Raelle.”
His words are beautiful, but it's the way he clenches the back of my neck and holds me against his heart that tells me I'm just as precious to him as he is to me. I pray we find a way to hold on to what we’ve found.
As dawn invades the night, my eyes flutter open, and I lift my head. Kyron sleeps soundly with his arms wrapped around me, and my leg draped over his. I run my knuckles across the stubble covering his jaw and trace his lips with my eyes. He's so beautiful when he sleeps.
My gaze wanders over the cords of his neck and the dip at the base. I follow his collarbone and study the tattoo on his bicep. His long fingers curved at my waist bring a smile to my face, and the V at his hips points to the center of his legs, causing me to lose my breath.
Last night was surreal. It embodied everything I thought I would never get to share with another. It was a mixture of adoration and lust. I gave myself freely to him, and he offered his body in kind. We gave and took and gave some more until we were exhausted and had no choice but to give intosleep.
I kiss Kyron's shoulder and slide out of his hold. Lifting my arms to the sky, I stretch my aching muscles. The morning breeze caresses my naked body, and I close my eyes, basking in the sensation. Even the morning is perfect with a sun-kissed breeze and singing birds.
With one more look at him, I stand and make my way down the rock to the edge of the water. Clenching my teeth, I dip a toe into the river, testing the chilly flow before stepping in. I splash my face and dip my head back, letting the gentle current wash me clean.
Samson bristles and stomps his hoof, capturing my attention.
“Don't be jealous,” I say. “And stop watching me, will you?”
