Page 53 of Cruelly Fated
“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful sitting on my cock,” he whispered, voice hoarse.
His words sent more blood to my face. I had a feeling I was blushing badly as hell. I shut my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure cresting inside me. Soon I shattered with a fierce cry and collapsed onto his chest, totally wrecked in the best way possible.
He withdrew and flipped us over, a dangerous smirk curling on his lips as he slid lower. Wha—?
My back arched clean off the floor when he licked me.
His long, rough tongue dragged over the length of my slick folds, then dipped between them, triggering every nerve ending and prolonging what I already thought was the best orgasm ever. He moved with a predator’s focus, targeting places I didn’t even know could unravel me. My nails scraped the stone floor. And when he sucked gently, then flicked just right, I cried out his name.
“Say it again,” he purred.
“Kyon…”
He lifted my leg and began placing slow, featherlight kisses along my inner thigh, each one closer to my knee, soft but possessive.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
I bit my lip, struggling to find words. To even name sensations flooding through me.
“Totally fucked?”
That glint of amusement mixed with danger entered his eyes.
“Not yet,” he said.
Hmm?
With my leg still braced on his shoulder and my skirt flipped up around my waist, Kyon scooped me into his arms and stood. He tilted back slightly, aligning the head of his cock with my heat. Gasping, I gripped his corded forearms and wrapped my other leg above his ass, anchoring myself to him.
He started slow but soon sped up the tempo, thrusting into me repeatedly. He held me like I weighed nothing. While he ground his jaw and his muscles bulged with effort, the strain was all about getting on that high, not his physical limits.
He was chasing that pleasure with reckless resolve.
And I was right there with him.
His gaze captured mine and held. Then he slammed into me harder, just once, at that exact angle that made my clit explode. I let my head fall back with a cry as a fresh orgasm tore through me. A few more brutal, perfect thrusts, and then he came with a guttural groan, thick and hot inside me, his arms trembling from the force of release.
When he set me down, I leaned against his chest, which was rising and falling as abruptly as mine. He tugged my skirt down, covering me, then slid an arm beneath my legs and swept me into his arms. I looped mine around his neck, meeting his scowl.
“Let’s get you down off this mountain. Somewhere we can talk,” he said, voice rough.
I swallowed hard and gave a small nod, trying to smooth emotion from my features.
Because suddenly, all of it and everything between us became real.
Twenty-Two
ALLIE
This will never work…
I peered at Kyon’s profile as he drove his brother’s luxury car back to the penthouse after carrying me down the mountain to the underground garage and carefully settling me into the passenger seat. He and I were of different breeds: his, high and polished society; mine, the back alleys of Avari. The only thing we seemed to share was the ever-present shadow of danger. He’d been the cause of much danger, feared as his father’s enforcer, sohe never truly fit the mold of a pampered elite. But blood ties were blood ties—unshakable, whether we embraced them or not.
Kyon lifted a quizzical brow in response to my studying him, without even glancing at me. So like him. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I was still riding the high from our encounter, but whatever was happening between us wouldn’t—couldn’t—last. I bit my lower lip and turned to look out the side window.
The grand mansions soon gave way to suburbs, apartment blocks, and soon the busiest, most sought-after area of Avari—the Plaza.
“I can walk,” I assured him when he pulled into his parking spot—well, one of them. But as I swung my legs out the door, he was already there. Silent and unmoved by my protests. My cheeks puffed with hot air, and I exhaled it over his shoulder.
