But she came to him, like a pure fresh breeze pushing out the stench of evil he lived with. Her lips moved on his, heated silk, her hands flowing over him like pure passion.
This time, he let her have her way. He lay back and watched and let her touch and her passion flow into him. Let himself enjoy the sheer rapture of her touch.
This wasn’t the time to assert his own control. His own dominance. He wanted her to carry away the knowledge that he could be gentle, that he could touch her with tenderness. Because once the sun rose, he would once again be a product of the world he lived within.
What was it about her? As her lips moved over his, her tongue tempting him, teasing him, as he let his hands coast over her back, that thought slid through his brain.
What was it about Kira that made her touch so special? Her sighs worth so much more than any others he had ever caused? And it only made him ache more for the screams of pleasure he knew he could draw from her.
He didn’t know why, and as her sharp little teeth nipped at his lower lip, at that moment, he didn’t care. His hands bunched in her hair, rubbing the strands against his palms as she kissed her way down his body and his cock rose to full strength in welcome.
Hot lips moved over his chest. Her tongue licked and played with the hard flat nipples there, the sigh of her breath over them causing him to stretch beneath her in pleasure.
Sharp nails scraped down his abdomen, sending pinpoints of wicked sensation to attack his balls. And he touched her. Caressed her back, her shoulders, cupped her head in his hands and groaned in hunger as her lips reached his abdomen.
Sex had always been one of his greatest pleasures. Sex with Kira could become addictive though.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” she whispered as she moved between his thighs, her hands wrapping around the length of his shaft firmly, enclosing him in soft heat as he felt his heart racing.
“It’s all yours,” he murmured, the sound of his own voice surprising him. It was gravelly at the best of times, but the roughness to it now went beyond that.
Emotion always made it deeper. He didn’t want to look into the emotions she raised inside him. He couldn’t do that, not yet.
But he could let the pleasure wash over him, and when her damp, wicked mouth surrounded the head of his dick he didn’t have a choice.
“Damn. That’s good, Kira. So good.” It was like liquid hot ecstasy. Her mouth surrounding his flesh, hot and wet, without a condom, each sensation raking over sensitive nerve endings and cording his muscles with tension.
The sight of her consuming his cock was enough to blow his mind, assuming he had any mind left after that earlier orgasm.
Which he didn’t. Because when her mouth tightened on the head of his cock and her tongue flicked over it, he latched his fingers in her hair and held her there. Right there. Where her tongue flicked over the sensitive undercrest and sent shards of sharp sensation racing through his shaft straight to his tightened balls.
“Your mouth should be licensed,” he groaned. “It’s damned wicked.”
The fingers of one hand stroked the shaft as the other moved to the tight sac of his scrotum. There, her nails scraped and played and had his teeth clenching at the lust overwhelming him.
Ian let her have him. All of him. He pushed the danger to the back of his mind, the operation and the evil he faced on a daily basis, to relish her touch.
“So good,” he whispered as she sucked at the head of his cock, forcing him to tighten, to hold back. “I love your mouth. Your touch.”
A moan rippled over the tight flesh.
His lashes lifted to stare down his body at her.
Her face was flushed with passion, her eyes darkening, swirls of gray and blue-gray color intermingling in a storm that mesmerized him.
She pulled back, let him watch her tongue curl around one side of the wide crest and watched a small drop of precum form on the head of his cock. Kira smiled a sultry smile, and when her tongue raked over it, drawing the little drops inside her mouth, he ground his head into the mattress to keep from releasing then and there.
“Come here.” His hands slid to her shoulders, urging her to him. “Ride me. Let me feel that sweet, hot little pussy taking me again. Just one more time.”
He reached to the bedside table, fumbling for one of the condoms that he had left there.
Kira took care of that quickly. Within seconds she had the hard length of his erection sheathed and was throwing one leg over his hips, coming down to him, letting him watch.
Damn her. She moved slowly, letting him watch as the engorged crest parted bare, slick folds and began to disappear inside the hot depths of her pussy. An inch at a time, rising and lowering to take more, until with a groan, he was seated fully inside her.
He stared up at her, his hands moving to cup her breasts, flick her nipples before they moved to her back and drew her down. He wanted as much of her as he could get. Every touch, every taste, every sigh.
He watched her breath hitch as he fought just to breathe himself, feeling the snug grip of her sex stroking him, milking with exquisite tendrils of pleasure. Taking him places he swore he had never been before with a woman. And when her lips touched his, the last fragile bonds to control were erased. One hand clasped her hip, the other the back of her head, holding her to him as he began to thrust, meeting each downward stroke of her pussy with a powerful lunge.
He snarled against her lips, because it was too damned good. Because walking away from this was going to fucking kill him.
He rolled with her, trapping her beneath his plunging hips, and felt her legs wrap around his back. Her hands were in his hair, on his back, scratching, holding to him as he fought to hold back, to force her to hold back.
He wanted to talk. Wanted to tell her how perfect she was, how hot, how exquisite. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Because electricity was sizzling from his balls, up his spine, and centering in his brain. Lust was tearing through him, adrenaline spiking, and they were both coming.
He buried his head in shoulder, shaking from the hard, fierce jets of release that felt more like glowing bursts of rapture.
He wrapped his arms around her, desperate to hold on to her. Just for a little while longer. Then he would let her go. Just a little while longer . . .
Nine
AS DAWN NEARED, AND THE darkness outside began to lighten, Ian slipped from Kira’s bed and found the clothing he had discarded earlier that night.
He finished dressing, slipped back onto the balcony, and dropped over the side of the rail to the ground below. Crouched by the wayaca tree that had given him the boost to the balcony that he had needed the night before, Ian narrowed his gaze, staring around the garden that separated him from the stone fence on the other side.