Page 46 of Crown of Iron (The Crown Trilogy #1)

Feeling and seeing him react to me sends a surge of desire through my body.

My center aches for his touch, and my skin rises with goosebumps at the thought of pressing against his.

I sit up and work loose the fine buttons of my jacket.

A smile pulls at my lips when Kyron's fingers join mine, working from the bottom.

The fabric parts, and he guides it down my shoulders, revealing a lacy undergarment that leaves nothing to the imagination.

He wraps his hands around my ribcage and brushes his thumbs over the sensitive peaks of my breasts.

He touches me like I'm something delicate and precious, and it drives me out of my mind.

I remove my camisole and press my chest to his.

His skin is warm, and the hard muscles of his chest are a delicious contrast to my soft curves.

I could remain content with my skin upon his, but he trails his fingers down my spine and kisses my neck. His breath is warm against the shell of my ear when he whispers, “You feel so good.”

My happiness fans into something intense, a desire for a heat that could melt the sun. My hips roll over his, and I kiss his chest, slipping my tongue through my lips and dragging it up his sternum to the hollow of his neck. He’s smoke, spice, and salt—a new delicacy I crave.

It is a task to move my mouth from him to say, “I want to make you?—”

He captures my lips with his, and his palms slide under the back of my pants, his fingertips sinking into the swell of my ass. The passion in his kiss stokes the flames hotter and hotter until they ache at my core.

I slide trembling hands between us and pull the leather string of his trousers.

“You don't have to do that. This feels good,” he whispers, lifting his hips and pressing me down to him.

“I want to touch you. Don't you want my hands on you?”

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses as my fingers slide beneath the leather and wrap around him.

I'm overcome by desire as my hand glides over the smooth skin of his cock. The way he arches into my touch and sucks in long breaths between his teeth. I want him to feel the fire and delicious ache I feel now, the one that raged to life that night in Micah's office.

I slide down Kyron's body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He hooks his finger under my chin to stop me. “I'm capable of a great many things, Raelle, but if you take me into your mouth, I'll want more. And I don't know if either of us is ready for that yet.”

“My body always feels ready for you,” I say, kissing the dark trail of hair under his navel.

“Come here and I'll make you feel good.”

“And you?” I ask, crawling up his chest.

“Trust me, I'll be more than satisfied too.”

He pulls me into his arms and rolls me under him, settling his hips between my legs.

I moan when his hard length presses to the apex of my thighs, sliding over my silk pants.

His cock feels like refined iron, crafted for my pleasure.

It glides over me, stroking my clit until the aching becomes a throbbing.

Each beat coils deep inside me, pulling tight until it’s threatening to snap.

Kyron takes both of my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head. His lips brush against the sensitive skin just below my ear and he whispers, “I can feel how wet you are for me. Do you feel how much I want you, Raelle?”

“Yes,” I say, arching from the mattress.

“Did I not tell you this would feel good?” His free hand moves between us, and he captures my nipple. He pinches and his hips grind into mine, setting a rhythm that has become just as vital as my heartbeat.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and he moans, “Just like that.” He tilts his head back, exposing the cords in his neck.

His body trembles, and my name rolls off his tongue.

The heat of his release marks the satin and leather separating us, and it sends me into pure bliss.

I ride the sun-melting wave that matches every pulsation of his body above mine.

His name repeatedly leaves my lips like a breathless prayer until it trails off and my body relaxes into the mattress.

Kyron lowers his head to my chest and worships it with a kiss while I run my fingers through his hair.

“Did you just…” I say.

He rocks his hips and kisses my nose. “Come in my pants. Yes. I told you I'd be satisfied. Granted, it has been years since I've done that, but it's what you do to me, Raelle Mansi.”

I can't help it. I'm giddy over the confession. It was my kisses, my body that brought him to this place.

I lift a brow and state, “Not the least bit embarrassed.”

“Not at all.”

I cup his jaw in both hands and place a tender kiss on his lips. No one has ever made me feel the things he does, and I doubt anyone else ever will. What we share goes beyond explanation, beyond embarrassment, beyond what we once thought were our limits.

Once the sun threatens to break the horizon, Kyron and I untangle our bodies and clean up.

I pull his discarded tunic over my head, working my way through the material smelling of smoke and pine.

When the world comes back into view, Kyron is leaning against the doorway to the washroom with his arms over his naked chest and a smirk on his face.

“I didn't take you for a thief, Your Grace.”

I grin and shake my head, sitting on the bed and putting on my shoes. “I'm sure you have an entire office in the bowels of the hub full of these. I'd say it's safe to wager you can spare one black tunic for me. ”

“I rarely lose a bet.”

“I'll be happy to pay up.” I say, standing and gathering my belongings.

He meets me at the door and wraps his arms around my waist. “I have a lot of things I would love to collect from you.”

“As do I, general.” I place a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips.

We pull apart, and his expression grows serious. “I'm having everyone meet an hour before midnight tonight at the tavern in the old square. We’ll plan our attack and a special operation . I'd like you to join us if you can get away.”

Excitement races through me. We’re finally making plans to save Papa.

“Are you inviting me because my covert operation maneuvers won you over last night?”

“Among other things,” he quips.

I open the door and give him one more kiss. “I'm glad I've left a lasting impression.”

“Me too.”

My chest warms, and I take a step over the threshold, knowing if I don't leave now, I’ll just want to return to bed and get lost in him again. “Don't worry. I'll find a way to sneak out. I look forward to seeing you at the tavern.”

“Until then, Your Grace.”