Page 83 of Only Cold Depths
“Where’s my reward?” I demanded.
Kyrion grinned, then stepped around behind me. The back of my gown was still gaping open, and he slid it down my body so that it pooled on the floor at my feet. Kyrion moved forward, so close that the heat of his body mixed with my own, and slid his hand down the curve of my spine in a light, teasing caress. I shivered in response.
Kyrion stepped back in front of me again. “Your turn.”
Once again, his telekinesis came to me easily, and I undid the buttons on his left boot. Kyrion took it off, along with his socks, then moved around behind me again. I was still wearing a strapless corset, and once again, he trailed his finger down my back, using his telekinesis to pop those buttons open. The corset joined my gown on the floor, along with the rest of my undergarments.
“Removing my clothes is not a reward,” I groused.
“I never said it was.” He pushed my hair to one side, then planted a kiss on my neck, making me shiver again.
Kyrion stepped back in front of me. “Your turn.”
This time, I barely had to reach for his magic before the row of buttons on his tailcoat started popping open. Kyrion shrugged out of the coat, then yanked off the frilly shirt underneath, which, thankfully, was button-free.
He tossed both garments aside, then stepped out of his pants and undergarments, so that we stood naked before each other. My fingers itched with the urge to explore the hard planes of his body, but I merely arched my eyebrow at him again.
“Reward?”
“Hmm. Let me think.”
Kyrion circled around behind me again. His breath tickled the back of my neck, and I balled my hands into fists to keep from reaching for him.
“I can feel you back there, looming behind me.”
“I thought you enjoyed my looming.” Kyrion snaked his hands around my body, reaching up to cup my breasts. “Or was I wrong about that?”
Pleasure spiked through me, and I gasped and arched back, giving him better access. “I do rather enjoy your looming.”
“Mmm.” His satisfied murmur rumbled against my skin. “I thought so.”
His fingers moved up, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. More pleasure spiked through me, sizzling through my veins and liquefying into molten heat that pooled between my thighs.
Kyrion nipped and licked and kissed my neck, still caressing my breasts all the while. My hands dropped down and clutched his thighs.
“Sometimes I hate you for teasing me,” I grumbled, arching into his touch even more.
His hands stilled, although his fingers tightened, and he drew me a little closer. “I love the way you hate me,” Kyrion replied in a hoarse voice. “It’s so delightful.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he spun me around and lowered his lips to mine. I surged forward, tangling my fingers in his hair, my tongue darting out to meet his. Kyrion growled and lifted me off my feet. He took a few quick strides, set me down, and pressed my back up against the permaglass wall. Then he broke off our kiss and went down on his knees.
Kyrion gave me a wicked grin, then leaned forward and kissed the inside of my right thigh, then my left. My entire body trembled with anticipation, and I flattened my hands against the glass wall.
Kyrion’s grin widened, then he leaned forward and put his mouth on me. I gasped again, and my entire body arched out to meet his touch. His tongue, his fingers, his breath skimming against my skin. Fire boiled through my veins, and it was too much and not enough at the same time.
“Yes . . . Kyr . . .more. . .” All I could do was mindlessly moan his name, my hands sliding against the glass wall in time to his quick strokes and slow licks.
Kyrion growled low in his throat, his own pleasure vibrating along the bond to me. Just when I thought he was going to push me over the edge, he surged to his feet and picked me up off my feet again.
Kyrion’s eyes were almost completely black with desire. “Vesper . . .” he rasped. “I want . . . Ineed. . .”
I looped my arms around his neck and locked my legs around his waist, drawing him closer. Kyrion shuddered and put my back against the glass wall again. His gaze locked with mine, and he thrust inside me.
He groaned, and I nipped the side of his neck with my teeth. Kyrion rocked his hips forward again and again, thrusting into me, while I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin and urging him on.
“Ahh . . . Kyr . . .yes. . .”
That molten heat became hotter still, until I was gasping from the intense, crackling pleasure. Through the bond, I could feel an orgasm building inside Kyrion, keeping time with my own burgeoning desire.
