Page 42 of Of Nightmares & Fire (Elusive Umbra #1)
“I never want to hear another man's name on your lips when you are this breathless again.” His thumb presses down on my lips, parting them. The gesture is demanding, but the look in his eyes, while definitely fierce, is soft. My eyes begin to flutter closed as I give in, melting into the rough sandstone wall and allowing my body to move against his. “Tell me, do you want me to kiss you?” He’s asking?
I figured the way I am basically quivering beneath him is enough indication that I want far more than his lips.
“Are we asking now? Ever the chivalrous suitor.” I chide, though the humor fades as Kyros pins me with a look that says he is about to devour the petulance from my lips .
“I think it is clear the other suitors never stood a chance.” He growls, slowly closing the distance between our lips.
“I don’t know, Mavros got pretty close to having a chance…
and I think—” I screech as Kyros lifts me where I am, my legs wrapping around his hips and my arms around his neck.
He presses my back against the stone wall and steals my breath with his all-consuming kiss.
He holds me by the backs of my legs, and his tongue immediately goes searching for mine.
I welcome him into my mouth with an unabashed moan.
Our neediness blending into an all-out war.
Unintelligible words are groaned from both of us between our intertwined breathing, and Kyros pushes me further against the wall while I writhe and buck my hips, wanting him to sink further.
Take more. Never mind that we are in a cave and Kellan could show up at any minute.
Right now I am lost in the feeling that is held so precariously between the two of us.
I can feel the way he fights his urge just as much as I do, but right now, after everything, we both let go.
His hand works on bunching my skirt, and when the rough pads of his fingers meet the skin of my leg, his touch is like a brand I want marking my flesh always.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine as he lets me slide down his body so only one foot touches the top of his, the other leg still held by his arm, exposing me to the charged air around us.
As my head rocks back, my lips part and my breathing quickens with my racing heart.
His fingers trail my thigh and move dangerously close to my core.
“Are you panting now, Shula? ”
“Mhmm,” My head falls to the side, my back arches further, and I urge him to continue his path to where I want him most. At this moment in time, he is everything I want and everything I never thought I would have. He is freedom .
“Don’t lose that wicked voice now. Tell me, are you wet for me?” His hand continues its path, and his fingers now teasing as they linger just above my exposed apex.
“I am.” I breathe the words.
“You are what?” He asks with a tilt of his head. Asshole.
“Panting…and wet for you.” His eyes are endless black holes, and I'm lost in them as his fingers brush through my wetness, and he teases my entrance with a groan of his own. His face drops to my shoulder, and he breathes in deep.
“Oh, Shula, you are drenched for me.” He says, rubbing slow, tight circles right where I want them. The leg that he never put down is hooked over his arm, and he grips onto my hip as he pins me to the wall and works me over with an expert touch.
The moment he sinks two fingers inside me, his lips are devouring my moans as he stretches me. Applying beautiful friction with the heel of his hand. His lips move slowly, making a path down my neck and to my collarbone, where the shemagh has fallen loose.
“I wonder, do you taste as good as your moans? Do you want to help a thirsty man, Shula?” His words are punctuated with his fingers filling me deep, and he circles his thumb on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I shamelessly ride his hand and nod my head, unable to string together sounds to make words.
He chuckles, and the sound on my skin nearly sends me over the edge, but just as I feel the edge of an orgasm; he removes his touch.
A whine of protest comes from me as my eyes open when he sets my other leg down, so now both of my feet rest on the toes of his boots.
One hand cups my chin, his thumb pulling at my bottom lip slowly until my mouth opens.
He says nothing as he rubs the fingers he had between my legs over my lips.
His breathing hitches this time when I lean forward and suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on them.
I roll my tongue around both fingers and between them.
His jaw feathers as he clenches his teeth and presses his hardness into my stomach with a groan.
His fingers drag out of my mouth and down my chin, settling over my throat before he sinks his tongue between my lips next.
“Fuck. I knew you would taste sweet.” He says, his nose touching mine, fingers wrapped around my neck, that impossible gaze locked to mine.
Someone clears their throat, and heat floods my cheeks as my eyes snap up beyond Kyros’ shoulder.
Kyros doesn’t move. He keeps his eyes trained on mine, and they narrow slightly when my lips begin to form Kellan’s name, but then I remember.
Bringing my gaze back to him, he narrows his eyes further.
“Kyros,” I breathe, and a hint of a smirk plays at one corner of his mouth before he kisses me approvingly, slow and deep.
Likely as much for our benefit as it is for marking me in front of Kellan.
When he finally releases me, I take a step back off of his boots and use the wall for support.
I don’t think I would be able to stand on my own.
My core is pulsing with need. Kellan stares at me dumbstruck, while Kyros licks his lips with a secret smile, making me want to chase release even more.
“Supplies are here. We should eat before we head out for the night.” Kellan says in a clipped tone, and I give him an apologetic look. Even though I know I have nothing to apologize for.
“Good, I’m starved and can't wait to eat.” Kyros says, still looking at me with a ravenous look in his eyes and that uncharacteristic smirk on his face. But even with this beautiful distraction, Kellan’s words register…
“Wait, we are traveling at night?”