Bound by Forever - (True Immortality #3) Page 0,110

Her palm slid down his abs until she reached him, straining as he was. A gasp of need fell from her lips as he squeezed her breasts in response to her fingers wrapping around him.

His chest heaved as she gave him an experimental tug.

Dark eyes gleamed into hers with barely controlled hunger.

“You’re so thick,” she murmured, squeezing him harder.

He grunted, thrusting into her touch just before he shook his head and pulled away. “Can’t.” He gave her a friendly snarl. “I’ll come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” she teased.

Kiyo smirked. “Not for your first time. I have plans.”

“Oh?” Niamh burned so hot with want, she thought she might expire.

“I plan to make you come first. Many times.” His eyes narrowed. “So many, it’ll take weeks for the gold to leave your eyes.”

The promise made Niamh flush from head to foot.

He held out his hand to her. “This is going to happen like it should have at the lodge.”

She took his hand and gripped it tight. “I know I’m a virgin, but I’m going to be good at this. I’m going to blow your mind.”

He grinned at her, that wicked boyish smile that he gave her more and more often now. “You already blow my mind.” He tugged her close, cuddling her into him like they weren’t naked and aroused. He stroked her wet hair off her face. “Your inexperience is not why I stopped back at the lodge. You want the truth?”

She nodded.

He pushed his hips into her so she’d feel him. “Knowing no one else has had this from you makes me hard as hell.” He dipped his mouth to hers and growled against them. “The beast in me loves it.”

A thrill rushed through her and Niamh couldn’t hold it back anymore. She kissed him and Kiyo opened to her immediately, taking control of it. It was an intoxicating mix of gentle exploring and barely leashed rapaciousness.

Niamh needed closer. Wrapped around him. Inside of him. Connected. She climbed him without thought, her inner thigh pressed to his hip as she wrapped a leg around him and pushed against his arousal. Kiyo broke the kiss with a rough curse and swung her into his arms. Expression fierce, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently upon the bed.

Then he spread her legs and lowered his head.

Niamh’s hands reached for him, her fingers clutching at his hair as his mouth touched her. Sensation rippled up her spine and her legs fell open to invite him deeper. His lips and tongue wrung pleasure from her, building the tension to excruciating tightness until it released in a shower of warm voluptuousness. She throbbed in ripples that craved more.

He did it again.

And again.

Until she was so sensitive and so needful, she begged him in unintelligible moans.

He grinned wickedly as he made his way up her body, scattering warm, wet kisses along her belly before pausing to make love to her breasts. Niamh’s thighs climbed his hips as she pushed into his arousal, feeling the wet heat of the tip brush tantalizingly across her swollen center.

He sucked harder on her nipple as they rocked against each other. His hand slipped between her legs, nudging past his hardness to push gently into her. Niamh gasped at the intrusion, their eyes meeting in desire and tenderness as he pushed two fingers inside her.

“Kiyo?” She tilted into the pleasure pain, needing more.

“You’re so swollen,” he breathed against her lips, sounding like he’d run a marathon. “Can you take me?”

“I need you,” she replied, almost on a whine.

“I’ve never seen your eyes so gold.” He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her like he wanted to ravage her. But when she did feel him pushing inside, it was with tentative gentleness. Kiyo released her lips, bracing his hands at either side of her head, his body trembling as he eased into her.

The fullness of him was overwhelming. Niamh cried out at the burning sensation, her fingernails digging into his back as he pressed onward.

His head fell back as he let out a deep, loud, very male sound of pleasure. Not moving, he held still within her, throbbing and thick.

“Are you okay?”

Niamh soothed the nail marks on his back and tilted her hips, causing him to move and growl with need. “Yes … like that,” she gasped, feeling the pleasure from earlier sprinkle goose bumps across her skin.

Staring deep into her eyes with a primal possessiveness, Kiyo began to thrust slowly, measured, controlled glides, creating that alluring tension in her