Page 42 of The Silent
With a low growl, the dam broke. Leo reached over and hauled Kyra from her cushion onto his lap. He spread her legs and gripped her thighs, settling Kyra over his lap so his hand pressed to the small of her back, welding their bodies together. Her head swam from the searing kisses he pressed along her neck, the scrape of his teeth alongherjaw.
Both her hands were on his cheeks. She could feel them, hot and flushed beneath herpalms.
And in histouch…
Silence.
There was a low, resonant singing in the back of her mind, but all she could think about—all she could register—wasLeo.
His arms hard around her. His lips meeting her own over and over and over. His hand twisted in the thick length of her hair. His massive body, rippling with muscle, between her thighs. She pressed her knees into his sides and he bitherlip.
Leo pulled away from their kiss, but his hands kept Kyra plastered to his chest. “We are going to try this. And it has nothing to do with you needing mymagic.”
“What?” She couldn’t pull her eyes from his lips. They were flushed and full. She wanted to bite them and leaveamark.
“I understand everything you told me,” Leo said, “and I’m making the decision to see what we might be together. Do youagree?”
“Yes.”
He nipped her chin. “Don’t try to make decisions for me again, Kyra. I may be inexperienced in some areas, but I’m notaboy.”
She froze. “I didn’t think you wereaboy.”
“When you decided that we couldn’t be together because I would never know your true intentions regarding my magic, you treated me likeaboy.”
“That’s not what I meant to do, Leo.” She brushed a hand along his temple. “That’s not what Iwanted.”
“I know when a woman wants me.” His lips trailed down to her collarbone. “I see her lips flush. I see her eyes get hazy. Your heart”—he tasted the rapid pulse in her neck—“pounds when I’m nearby. It has nothing to do with mymagic.”
That depends on what magic you’re talking about.Kyra’s eyes rolled back when she felt him lick the delicate indent between her collarbones. Leo lapped at it, nuzzling kisses into the curve ofherneck.
“What are you thinking of right now?” hewhispered.
“You.” Her hands twisted in his hair. “Just…you.”
“Do youwantme?”
She wanted him like it was a madness. Kyra had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. She couldn’t even speak. She nodded, and Leo pressed his cheek against hers; she loved the rough texture of his stubble against her skin. Every nerve wasonfire.
“I want you so much,” he whispered. “But I don’t wanttorush.”
“Okay.”
“Haveyouever…?”
She felt her cheeks flame. “No. Any kind of contact was toooverwhelming.”
“Mine?” His voice was sharp withconcern.
She closed her eyes, dipped her head, and ran her lips along the column of muscle in his neck. “Your touch brings me nothing butpleasure.”
“Good.” Leo’s shoulders relaxed. His hands drifted from the small of her back down to the top of her buttocks, caressing her over her thindress.
Kyra shivered. The sensation was thrilling, but his iron-clad control soothed any nerves that threatened to riot. She felt utterly safewithLeo.
And nearly out of her skin withexcitement.
“Do you want to try, Kyra?” Leo kept one hand caressing her bottom and the other reached up to cup her cheek. “I need to hear you, because the minute your brothers hear about this, they’re probably going to try toassassinateme.”
