Page 164 of Never Kiss a Fae
“I need,” I said, not necessarily understanding what I required, just that I did.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, that voice harsher than Exos’s usual tone. He pushed me to my back, his lower body settling between mine and causing me to arch up into him.
Something was different.
A fluidity in our movements I’d never felt before.
Oh, Ilikedit.
“More,” I begged.
“Look at me first.” He trapped my hips as I tried to move upward, his hands on my face, a trace of cool water sliding across my lips that I licked off on a moan.
My eyelids fluttered, a dull light illuminating the male above me. So cruelly handsome with aristocratic lines etched into his stern jaw and perfect nose.
But the eyes were all wrong.
Not Exos.
“Cyrus,” I breathed, confused, but not alarmed. A sense of safety fell over me, his essence so well known and welcomed that I could never push him away. I cupped his cheek and tilted my chin enough to brush my mouth against his. “Kiss me.” Two words I never thought I’d say in his company, but they fell from my lips like a prayer.
It wasn’t Exos I needed, but Cyrus. I felt incomplete without him, a puzzle piece missing from where we were joined.
“Oh, Claire,” he whispered, his forehead falling to mine. “You don’t understand yet.”
“Make me understand. Show me.” I drew my nails down his bare back, adoring the way his muscles flexed beneath my touch. “Please, Cyrus.”
“You’re killing me.” He swallowed, his arousal thickening between my thighs. “The urge to… It’s wrong, little queen. So fucking wrong.”
“Then make it right.” I kissed him again, this time with more force, and licked his bottom lip. “I need you.”
I couldn’t explain why.
Didn’t understand how I’d ended up in bed beneath him.
But fuck my mind. My body ruled me now. And water.
I wrapped him in a sheet of my power and smiled as he caressed me in kind. So much peace in that seductive touch. It elicited a sigh so deep that I swore I left the world for a moment before I returned.
“Cyrus,” I breathed, arching into him once more. “Please.”
His growl vibrated my chest, causing my nipples to bead against him beneath the shift I wore. I wiggled, wanting it off, yearning tofeel.
And then his mouth took mine in a kiss unlike any other. It subdued me in a way that left me whirling beneath him. His tongue became my new addiction, my only way to breathe, as he took me underwater and caressed me with his very soul.
“I’m going to hell,” he whispered.
“Only if I can go with you,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck as he ripped the gown from my body. His clothes soon joined the torn garments on the floor, allowing me my first glimpse at the beauty that was Cyrus.
All seamless lines of perfection, a swimmer’s body encased in a power I longed to stroke.
I went to my knees with him, both of us naked and admiring and petting and memorizing. His fingers wove into my hair, his lips capturing mine once more, as his opposite hand dipped between my legs. “So fucking wet,” he praised.
I gripped his shaft, marveling at the size and girth, and smiled. “So damn hard.”
He chuckled, his teeth running over my bottom lip before he sucked it deep into his mouth. “I’m sorry, Claire.”
“Why?” I asked.
