Page 52 of Cruelly Fated
His tone dipped into something darker. Jealousy? He forced himself to stop, glancing away.
I gulped. “I didn’t dress for anyone. It’s for the job.”
He gave a small nod. “Still. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s best we put some distance between us.”
“It’s too late for that…” I whispered, fidgeting with my hands behind my back. “My turn to explain something.”
Stepping closer, I cleared my throat. “I wantyou. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you.”
His body tensed as if my words physically struck him. His chest rose sharply, and when his eyes met mine again, conflict brewed in their depth. The muscles in his arms flexed like he was restraining himself, a fine tremor skittering across his back.
“I nearly killed you,” he said hoarsely.
“You didn’t,” I countered. “The dragon tried. But you have him under control now. I trust you.”
I stood within his reach now, close enough to feel the wisps of hot air curling around his body.
He growled again. “This is madness. But I’m a selfish man.” His hand shot out, his strong fingers encircling my wrist with ease, scorching hot and just on the verge of pain. With a restrained force and ragged breath, he yanked me forward. I stumbled, landing against him, my chest brushing his face. A low groan escaped him as he caught my thigh and guided it over his waist.
I sank onto his bare body. His thick cock pressed against my clit and I sucked in a breath.
Kyon caught the edge of my panties, winding the fabric tight around his fingers, pulling it taut. His other hand gripped the back of my head, holding me steady as he claimed my mouth, first with a teasing graze, then a deeper kiss that sucked the air from my lungs. His lips dragged along my neck, nipping, until I melted against him into a moaning, pulsing mess.
Then he broke the kiss, his molten emerald eyes locking on mine.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice gruff, a barely caged beast behind every word.
“Y—” I gasped.
I didn’t even get to finish before he ripped my panties, lifted me just enough to guide his tip to my entrance, and with hisarms trembling, let me lower onto him at my own pace. I braced my hands on his shoulders, eyes squeezed shut.
He was bigger than I’d imagined. Much bigger… I whimpered from both discomfort and pleasure and swayed my hips to accommodate him. Kyon hiss-growled and shuddered, restraining himself from taking over.
Fae gods… Fudge…He filled me in ways I never thought possible, curving inside and setting every cell on fire. I savored every inch of him, and when he was fully in, I moaned.
“Look at me,” Kyon purred.
My eyes snapped open.
“Good girl…” he said, blinking away the dragon’s glow in his irises.
I rose and took him in again. Kyon glided his hands under my shirt, cupping and squeezing. He kissed my neck with a hot, open mouth, triggering goosebumps everywhere. With his nose buried in the crook of my neck, he drew a lengthy inhale.
“Fuck. I need to—”
He groaned and rolled his hips into me. I gasped again, fingers curling as the pressure mounted. But my slow rhythm wasn’t enough for him. Tension set in his jaw, and sweat beaded along his hairline. He clamped both hands tighter around my waist and started lifting and lowering me over and over.
He rode me on his thick cock mercilessly, wringing micro orgasms out of me with each thrust then slowing his pace. Was he withholding my big O from me? I peered at his furrowed forehead, closed eyes, and clenched teeth; Kyon was simply toolost in chasing his release. Finally, with a growl that vibrated through my core, he came hard, deep, and beautifully wild.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, one hand cradling my head to keep me from collapsing against him. Then he pressed his face into my hair, both of us trembling, and him still inside me. My legs quaked, barely holding me up as his release trickled out, warm and slick, coating my thighs and his abdomen.
A minute passed. Then he thickened again.
Without a word, Kyon lay back on the cold stone floor, folding his arms behind his head and giving over control to me, even though he looked like it took everything in him not to take what he wanted and how he wanted it again.
Fiery orange flecks swirled in his green eyes.
I used his chest for support, splaying my hands there, as my legs threatened to turn to mush. His muscles flexed beneath my hands, his nipples hardening as he drew a sharp breath. I began to move slowly, hips rolling with a mild rhythm, each stroke stoking the fire building inside me. Heat crept up my neck to my cheeks under Kyon’s scrutiny, his stare half-lidded and hungering for me.
