Page 67 of Enchantment of Silver and Sea
Soon it was difficult to be still. My legs trembled. I was grasping the bedsheets. Grasping for something. Anything.
I had found release on my own before, but that’s all that it was—release. Like scratching an itch or eating when hungry. What was building in me now was something else. Something sweet and deep and all-consuming.
“Kieran.” I didn’t know what I wanted, what I needed. But I pleaded all the same.
I felt his body tense against me, his grip on my hips tightening. “I love the way you say my name,” he murmured, the words and the shuddering breath that followed vibrating against my skin.
“Kieran.” I was desperate now. The pressure almost unbearable.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Yeah, Maila, just like that.”
Our eyes met, and his were wide. Watching me unflinchingly. Expectantly.
Then I understood why, as he used his mouth and fingers to apply the perfect amount of pressure. My whole body spasmed. Seized. Ignited.
The tidal wave of pleasure that tore through me was something I couldn’t have dreamed of. Couldn’t have known my body was even capable of. Far away, I heard a cry erupt from me. Something primal. It must have echoed through the room. Through the living quarters. Through all of Cyllene.
But I was somewhere else. In another world.
After some time, my mind drifted back. My senses slowly awakened. Aftershocks of pleasure radiated through me.
I realized my eyes were closed, and with an immense amount of effort, I opened them.
Kieran was still kneeling there, sitting back on his heels, his mouth hanging open. He dragged the back of his arm across it. The light in the room had increased only slightly with the rising sun, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes.
They were wild. And molten silver.
“So that’s what that’s like then,” I said to fill the silence. The intensity of his stare was making me feel bare in a different way, beyond the physical.
“What do you mean?” His voice sound strangled.
“I mean…” I don’t know why I let the words fall away. There was nothing to be ashamed about. I swallowed. “That’s the first time someone’s ever done that for me.”
Kieran’s eyes slammed shut, and his hand dropped to grip himself. A minute passed in which his body remained absolutely rigid. When he finally spoke, it was with a shuddering breath. “I don’t get this effect you have on me. You tell me something like that, all shy and embarrassed-looking, and how do I react? I almost blow my load like a damn teenager.”
I grinned. “I would’ve loved to watch that.”
He hissed, but there was a smile playing at his lips, too. “Stop saying shit like that so I can calm down.”
Eventually, he moved back up the bed, lowering himself onto me.
When he kissed me, I expected it to be frantic again. But instead, it was painfully tender. He pressed a kiss to my chin, my cheek, my eye. He kissed me on the nose, and I was so surprised that I couldn’t hold back a quiet chuckle. Then he moved to the other side of my face to repeat the kisses again.
He raised up on his elbows then, gazing down at me. A flurry of emotions crossed his face, too fast for me to pinpoint. I stared back at him, relishing the feeling of being skin-to-skin. Everything still. Like we were the only two people in the world.
Something bloomed in me then.
No, it had always been there. Waiting patiently for me to figure it out.
I wanted Kieran.
Not just his body. I wanted all of him. Every part of him. The good and the bad.
I was already floating through a haze of euphoria, but my acknowledgment and acceptance of this settled over me like a warm blanket on a cold day, bringing its own brand of elation.
I ran my fingertips gently down his back. Beginning with his neck, feeling the muscles of his shoulders flex beneath my hands, trailing down his spine. When I moved to do the same to his front, he closed his eyes. I moved so just my fingernails grazed his chest, his abdomen. I let them trail lower.
When the skin of my fingertips finally drifted over the length of him, he inhaled sharply.
