Page 69 of Bearing Secrets
Because the further in you sink, the harder it is to come out. You need to maintain your distance from this guy. This isn’t your life. You don’t belong here.
The last thought was like a cold bucket of water tossed over her. It was true, shedidn’tbelong here. And that’s why she was going to leave as soon as she could. This was not her world. Despite the history lesson earlier, Natalia still felt completely lost living in a house full of shifters.
“I hope none of the changes is for the negative,” Kirell said, reaching out to lay a hand on her forearm. “I know it must be tough for you.”
The warmth of his touch spread slowly, creeping up her arm inch by inch the longer he kept his hand there, long fingers wrapping a large part of the way around her arm. He was so big. So strong. Anytime he was around, she felt safe on an instinctive level she hadn’t experienced before.
“I can’t see how I would see them as negative,” she assured him. “I have no regrets.”
Their eyes locked as she said those last words, and Natalia knew it was of no use fighting. Her free arm, the one with the wine glass, found the side table by sheer luck, and she pushed the glass into the center.
“None at all?” Kirell asked breathlessly, finishing his own glass with a gulp and setting it aside, never looking away from her.
“None,” she agreed, mirroring him as they leaned in closer to one another. “Not a single one.”
“Good.”
Kirell came the last distance, locking his lips to hers as they fell into each other’s arms in a flurry of touches and grabs. The dam burst inside her, and she let it go, riding the wave of lust that filled her body as she felt herself be picked up and placed on his lap with a casual display of his strength.
Moments later, she was lifting her arms as he stripped her of the shirt, tossing it to the side carelessly. She barely noticed through the sensations he unleashed by kissing her neck and running his fingers down her back. The haze of arousal settled firmly over her, prompting her hips to grind back and forth over his.
When his mouth closed over her breasts, she shivered, goosebumps running down her back, tightening the skin as it went. Arching forward into him, she ran her fingers through the short hair on his head, feeling each strand brush against the underside. Strong fingertips dug into her waist, gripping her tightly, like he never wanted to let go.
Through the loose shorts, she could feel him hardening, pressing against the thick fabric of her jeans. All at once there were too many layers between them and she stood up, stripping herself bare in a matter of seconds. Kirell did the same, though he only had the shorts to lose, making his job that much easier.
This time when she sat, he pressed firmly between her legs, allowing her to grind her increasing wetness up and down his shaft, something they both enjoyed, if Kirell’s groans were anything to go by.
One of his hands slipped over the curve of her rear, cupping her cheeks one at a time before giving each a loving spank that sent chills rocketing up her spine, reversing the goosebumps from earlier.
Without warning, she slid too far forward on him and he slipped inside of her while she was still grinding against him. Natalia gasped in shock, while Kirell just grunted, his fingers digging in a little tighter, providing a powerful pressure that reminded her of just how strong he was, and how much she was at his mercy just then.
“You feel so good,” she moaned, leaning forward to gently suck on his ear and kiss his neck, both arms wrapped around his shoulders for leverage as she slowly rode him, taking in more and more as her body adjusted to him.
“So warm. So tight,” he agreed, clearly trying to maintain control.
It felt good to know he was having to fight against the pleasure she was inflicting upon him, that he so enjoyed it he was close to losing control. She almost pushed the limits, seeing how quickly she could finish him. In the end she slowed, wanting to prolong the moment, to enjoy it.
This wasn’t the frantic fucking of their first few times. This was something else. More sensual and tender. She almost wanted to use the word loving, but that wasn’t something she was willing to associate with Kirell. Was she?
“Don’t read anything into this,” she told him, forced to pause several times as the pleasure of having him inside her stole the words away.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned, dragging his fingers down her back.
“Good.”
Sinking lower into his lap, she drew in a ragged breath, suddenly unsure of how much longershecould last. Craving more, she rode him faster, feeling her body respond. She needed that release, that explosive blast that came with just the right touch.
Kirell was looking up at her, his face gone slack as he thrust up, matching her movements. One of his hands slipped around her waist, his thumb bent at an awkward angle. It found her center though, slowly circling around the sensitive nub, applying the perfect amount of pleasure.
“Yes!” she cried out, the unexpected noise bouncing off the walls.
Her insides tightened around him as the moment approached.
“I can’t,” Kirell grunted. “I have to stop or I’m going to lose it.”
“Just go,” she said, lost in her own world. “Don’t stop, whatever you do. Please.”
He groaned, and her own moans rose to match, the noises rising around one another in a swirling helix.
