Page 55 of Star-Crossed
Kindred
A GROUP OF GATHERING HEATHENS.
Lyra stumbledthrough the cabin doorway into Cy’s arms. Their lips crashed together as he kicked the door shut behind them. He slid his hands under her shirt, tracing the curve of her spine as he backed her against the wall.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he growled against her mouth. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing into her belly, sending a rush of heat pooling between her legs.
Men just didn’t do that to her.
Ever.
Let alone twice in a day.
When had she become so thirsty? She blamed it on the moonlight filtering through the windows, the rhythmic melody of the night creatures outside, the clean, woodsy scent of Cy that made her dizzy with need.
He yanked her shirt over her head and reached for the clasp of her bra, cursing under his breath. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
A shock of arousal shot through her at his words, and desire coiled tight in her core.
Cy lifted her easily, guiding her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. Her heart raced with equal parts anticipation and trepidation. She wanted this—wanted him—but the intensity of her need frightened her.
After what he’d shared. What she’d done. It was all so real. So much. So…incredible.
Lyra didn’t trust something so good. Never had.
He tossed her onto the bed before stripping away the remainder of her clothes in hurried, greedy movements. When he paused to remove his prosthetic leg, she saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.
She touched her lips to the skin that was smooth and twisted, cold to the touch like a winter night. She felt his body tense as he braced himself for the pain she might cause him, but his fear soon melted away as his apprehension was replaced by an inferno of hunger burning from his eyes.
He blazed a path up her body with his lips, stopping to lick and nibble along the way. He trailed his hands along her curves, leaving a lingering heat on her skin as he explored every inch of her.
She gasped when his finger split the seam of her sex. Pleasure radiated from her core and down the length of her body. He growled low in his throat, pressing her thighs open with his palms, exposing her completely before lowering his head.
The first stroke of his tongue sent her hips bucking off the bed. She cried out, tangling her hands in his hair to keep him there.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she moved to meet each thrust of his tongue, every caress sending a wave of pleasure crashing over her body. He shifted position, lowering himself deeper between her legs and lapping at the slick heat pooling there.
Lyra shuddered under the force of his touch, all rational thought forgotten as wave after wave of sensation roared through her veins like wildfire.
He devoured her with single-minded purpose, wringing pleasure from her body until the coil of tension in her belly snapped and shattered into a million pieces.
As her climax ebbed, she became aware of Cy moving over her. His eyes gleamed with primal hunger in the pale moonlight as he poised at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard, Lyra. You ready for that?”
She pulled him down for a searing kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist in silent invitation. He slid home in one smooth thrust, stretching and filling her so exquisitely that she thought she might come undone all over again.
This was dangerous. Too much, too fast. But as Cy began to move, Lyra surrendered herself to the magic of the moment. To the solace she found in his arms.
Cy rocked into her with deep, languid strokes. His hands roamed over her body, mapping the curves and hollows as if he meant to commit them to memory.
Lyra arched into his touch, admitting that she craved the intimacy as much as the physical pleasure.
She’d never felt so connected to another person. So seen.
He shifted, hooking her leg over his shoulder to drive into her at a new angle. The change in position set her nerve endings alight, sparking little lightning strikes of ecstasy with his every thrust.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he rasped, gaze smoldering as he watched her come undone. “So open. So wet. So mine.”
Heat flooded her cheeks even as her inner walls clenched around him. She was balanced on a razor’s edge, teetering toward oblivion once more.
