Page 115 of The Eye of the Fifth
The door clicked closed.
Alone with just him, that desire heightened as high as the sun itself.
Kawai’s back was pressed against the door. And there was that pause again. Building with anticipation so thick, there was only one way to break it.
She surged for him, and he pulled her to him simultaneously. Their lips met again with utterly unrestrained passion, and Kyra was desperate to taste him, hungry for more, more, more.
Deft hands roamed her body, as though he could not get enough. She searched him too, needing to touch him, needing to feel the muscular ridges of his back, his hips, his manhood-
‘Kyra,’Kawai breathed, pulling out of the kiss, one of his hands resting at the back of her neck, his thumb caressing the side of her face. ‘Are you… are you sure?’
Taking his hand in hers, she lowered it from her face then stepped back.
She wanted him to see her. Not through hazy eyes in the midst of lust, but fully bare in front of him.
Slowly, and without taking her gaze from his, she began peeling off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor around her feet.
Without interruption, he watched as she stripped herself to nakedness. She loosened her wild hair from its tie and let it fall where it willed.
Completely bare before him, she told him softly, ‘Yes, Kawai. I’m sure.’
His gaze leisurely wandered the curves of her body. A tender smile lit up his face. ‘Gods… do you know how beautiful you are?’
Kyra felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She knew her appearance was pleasing, but no one had actually called her that before. Never in a setting like this.
He moved to her then, but didn’t touch her body just yet. He held her face, tilting her head toward him as he kissed her fully, his mouth moving against hers with such affection, such longing.
Melting into him, into this moment of pure bliss, Kyra couldn’t help but moan against him as her hands fumbled to strip him too, more than ready to feel his bare skin against hers. They moved as one to the bed, and then… it was ecstasy.
Every touch, every movement, every rise and fall of pleasure dripped with that ever-growing desire as it completely dominated every thought, every sense. They moved as one, his hands gripping her hips, her thighs tensing around him as pressure, beautiful,poundingpressure, began to build between Kyra’s legs, building, building, building, so fuckingblindinglyeuphoric-
Until she crashed into a pulsating, otherworldly release.
‘Fuck, Kawai,’Kyra gasped, moaned, breathed.
She had never felt so liberated in all her life.
Shaking with the remnants of the rippling tidal wave that stole the breath from her lungs, Kyra gripped at his back as he sat up to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight to him. Holding her right there in that moment, letting the pressure stay a while longer.
‘I really like my name on your lips,’ Kawai murmured.
‘I…’ she breathed, eyes tight shut as she relished in the subsiding tremors. ‘I’ve never…’
He kissed her, arms tightening around her torso. Then they were moving again. Deeper than before, her body riding his in perfectsynchronicity, that insatiable need for the other increasing, as if she could get any closer to him than she already was-
But then she fell.
Through a thousand memories she fell, watching as a golden-skinned waterling boy grew to the man he was now, each scene flicking past faster than a blink, until she landed in a once guarded memory as a spectator in time.
Hands reached for Kawai, first pulling the unconscious boy from his shoulder, before hauling him up onto the deck.
Blood covered the front of him, and he could barely stand for the open gash in his left thigh. But he didn’t leave the side of the boy they’d propped up against the side of the ship. His head lolled heavily onto his chest.
‘Were you followed?’ a gruff voice said. Captain Damar.
‘Yes,’ Kawai choked. Pain lanced over his face. ‘But it’s dealt with.’
Damar noticed his wound then. ‘Your leg-’
