My thighs clenched, my pussy throbbing with raw want. I could feel moisture gathering just from the friction, my body betraying me with every pulse.
“Kieran.” His name tore out of me, ragged, but it no longer sounded like resistance. It sounded like surrender.
He groaned like it undid him, head dipping lower, teeth grazing my collarbone.
He undid the robe, and one of his hands slid beneath my night shirt, and calloused fingers skimmed my ribs, then closed greedily around my bare breast.
He pinched my nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, and my back arched, my pussy clenching around nothing.
I wanted to stop. I wanted to keep going. I wanted both, at once.
My fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him closer, deeper. His kiss turned ravenous, claiming, and I matched it with a hunger that terrified me.
His hands roamed, greedy, mapping every inch as though he needed to learn me. When he pressed me back, lowering me toward the floor, I didn’t resist.
My legs parted instinctively, and he settled between them. His weight caged me in, his hands braced at either side of my head, but it wasn’t confining-it was consuming.
His mouth was on mine again, then lower, teeth nipping at the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder, tongue soothing the bite until I was gasping.
Heat pooled low in my stomach, my body aching with a want I hadn’t felt in…
Ever. I hadn’t felt such world-tilting hunger ever.
It raced through me, threatening to consume me with every brush of his lips, every roll of his hips against mine-grinding that massive cock against my soaked cunt through the thin barrier of cloth-making the world blur at the edges.
I cried out, shameless, my hips rolling up to meet his thrusts.
My back arched, and a guttural moan ripped out of me when he tore my night shirt open and fastened his lips around one of my peaked nipples.
I felt tears at the corner of my eyes as I threaded my hands into his hair, tugging tightly while his tongue slid against my nipples.
“Kieran!” I gasped, feeling the ache impossibly grow.
He groaned out something I couldn’t hear, his other hand slipping down to the waistband of my shorts.
My hips instinctively canted, chasing the heat of his touch. When he slipped his hands into my shorts and pressed his palm flat against the apex between my thighs, I thought I would black out from the sudden explosion of sensation.
My breathing turned into a harsh, ragged sound as Kieran’s mouth found my other breast, as he slipped aside the crotch of my damp underwear and pressed a finger against my swollen clit.
“Fuck!”
I thought the tortured hiss came from me, but then Kieran lifted his head, and I looked into the swirling black pools of hunger, his swollen lips parted as if in disbelief.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice thick with awe.
I could understand why he was so surprised. Kieran and I had had sex before, but not like this-not this hot and desperate and hungry.
Never like this.
I lifted my hips, seeking out his touch desperately. “Please,” I panted.
Something flickered in his eyes, and then his mouth was on mine again, devouring. Each kiss was more urgent, more consuming than the last.
I clutched at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard lines of muscle, as though anchoring myself against a tide I couldn’t hope to withstand.
He swallowed my desperate gasp with his mouth, groaning like a man undone as he pressed his thumb against my clit, his forefinger, tentatively pressing against my-
“Lady Sera?”
SERAPHINA’S POV
“Lady Sera?”
Samantha’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.
I froze, every nerve screaming as the sound of her footsteps filtered into my ears.
My body still throbbed, slick pooling between my legs, Kieran’s thumb pressed flush against my throbbing clit, his forefinger poised to slip inside me.
I shoved at his chest in a panic, whispering hoarsely, “Stop-stop! She’ll come in-“
“Lady Sera? Is everything alright-“
“I-I’m fine!” I called out, my voice high-pitched and tight. “Just getting some water!”
A pause. Footsteps shifting against the tiles outside.
“I should be helping you,” she said softly, concern dripping through every syllable.
Panic seized me, sharp and frantic.
My eyes flew to Kieran’s. He didn’t budge, his chest heaving against mine, his gaze feral and dark. My palms pressed against him, but he was as immovable as a mountain.
“No!” My voice cracked. “You don’t have to! I’m fine, really. Just-go rest. You’ve done enough for today.”
“Are you sure?” Her voice was much, much closer now.
“Yes! I’m okay, Samantha. Good night!”
Another beat of silence. Then, mercifully, retreating footsteps. The hallway swallowed her presence, and the house grew quiet again.
I exhaled in relief, closing my eyes briefly-it immediately flew open when I felt the pressure between my thighs.
Kieran still hadn’t let go. His body was a cage around mine, his cock grinding slowly and maddeningly against my thigh, his thumb pressing on my swollen, aching cunt, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
One more second, one more slip of willpower, and I knew he would have fucked me right there on the kitchen floor.
And the worst part? I wasn’t sure I would’ve stopped him.
I swallowed hard, the dry scrape of it catching in my throat.
+
My body screamed at me to shove him away, to wriggle free from his hold, but the truth was more dangerous: I didn’t want to. Not entirely.
The way his warmth of him pressed to me, the way his scent clawed through the non-existent fabric of my restraint-it felt like being wrapped in a storm I had no chance of surviving.
Finally, I found my voice. “Let go, Kieran.”
He didn’t. His fingers flexed against my clit, and I bit my lip to stop myself from groaning against the lightning shock of pleasure that coursed through me.
I shoved against his wrist, but he didn’t budge as though daring me to fight him, as though he could hold me here until the moon itself fell from the sky.
“Do you want her to bring others?” I demanded in a sharp whisper, heat curling my words. “Do you want them to walk in and find us like this? How would we explain it to Daniel?”
The name hit him like a strike.
For the first time since his lips had crashed down on mine, something faltered in him.
I could see Ashar raging in the depths of his gaze, molten gold sparking in the dark, and Kieran’s jaw clenched as though he were fighting an invisible leash.
I could see a war tearing him apart, see him wrestling with his hunger and desire breath by brutal breath.
“Look at yourself,” I said softly, though my own chest was heaving. “This isn’t you. You must have ingested some of the snake venom, or the full moon is affecting you-hell, it’s probably both. But we can’t-” My voice cracked on the word, my throat thick. “We can’t repeat the mistake we made ten years ago.”
The silence that fell between us was suffocating.
Kieran’s eyes burned into mine, wild and pained, but the fight slowly bled from his body. His grip loosened, though he didn’t let go immediately.
“Kieran,” I whispered. “Please.”
It was ridiculous-downright foolish-the way I had to consciously tense, so my hips didn’t follow his hands as he slipped them out of my shorts.
An odd chill spread over me as his weight and heat disappeared as he stood.
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