his body as he shifted us on the bed, stirring his cock inside me all the while, turning us towards the east wall of the voliki, close to where the fire was burning in the basin.
“You and me, seffi,” he growled, punching his hips into me, making him slide against new places inside me I thought he’d already found. “And why this is right where we are meant to be.”
That was when I saw it.
He’d faced us towards the only mirror in the voliki. The mirror that I’d sat in front of just that morning as Hinna had brushed out my hair. Though it was faded around the edges, the fire illuminated us well enough.
And I saw us. Me, wrapped in his arms, naked and flushed, my eyes half-lidded from pleasure. And him, so big and strong behind me. His arms were like tree trunks holding me close, his Vorakkar cuffs hot against my skin.
For that brief moment, I saw myself how Kiran did. He’d told me I was beautiful and right then, I felt like it.
I whimpered, feeling him pick up speed between my thighs as his hand moved, running down my body with a proprietorial touch, like he owned me.
In the mirror, I saw him thumb my nipples—back and forth—and I felt the zapping of that sharp pleasure.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me you’re mine, seffi.”
My eyes met his in the mirror.
“You know I won’t,” I panted, my voice hoarse and husky. A stranger’s voice.
His hand dropped down my belly. And I cried out, my body jerking in his hold, when his fingers pressed into my clit, rolling.
And I was just about to orgasm, just about to lose control, when he stopped.
“Nik!” I cried out, frustrated, squirming against him.
“You want to come, Maeva?” he growled in my ear.
“Lysi!”
“Then tell me you’re mine,” he taunted, though I heard an edge to his voice. He was losing control too.
“Nik,” I whispered.
His chuckle was deep and rough. Wonderful.
“Nik? Then tell me you’re mine for the frost,” he amended, rolling his hips. “You never gave me my answer.”
My breath was robbed from my lungs when he slowly and lazily began to pet my clit again.
“Isn’t this answer enough?” I hissed out.
I saw his smile in the mirror, hard-edged but all Kiran.
“Nik, I want to hear you say it.”
My sex rippled around him but it was he who groaned, a sharp exhale tearing from his throat. His forehead dropped against my neck, his own breaths coming hard.
“Lysi,” he rasped.
His thrusts deepened and I huffed. His hips slapped against my backside, the sound almost violent.
“Tell me!” he commanded.
“For the frost,” I choked out, catching his eyes in the mirror before I felt that hand come to my throat again. He turned my head so I was forced to meet his gaze. Right there. So close. Looking deep into those beautiful golden pools, I whispered, “I’m yours.”
Something sparked in his gaze. Breath seemed to fill him, making him straighten.
I gasped. In disbelief, I began to come around him, my belly clenching tight and hard. And as I began to orgasm on him, he never let me look away. I came around him as he held my eyes.
He growled when he felt me. His expression pulled tight and those golden pools turned to molten fire.
A roar bellowed from his throat and I cried out, feeling his hot seed burst from his tip inside me. So vokking powerful it felt like a thrust from his cock.
The pleasure was intense and incredible.
I’d never felt anything like it before.
It went on and on, drawn out by Kiran’s wild and relentless thrusts as he found his own pleasure between my thighs.
And when it was done, I might’ve collapsed forward. I couldn’t remember. Time seemed to leave me briefly, and when I surfaced again, we were lying next to each other on our sides. Kiran’s arm was curled under my head, those eyes trailing over my face, his other hand brushing long strokes down my body.
I still felt him inside me. Still hard. Hot and thick.
“I’m not done with you, seffi” he murmured, his voice hoarse from his bellowing cry. “I will never be.”
I gasped when I felt him begin to move again.
“K-Kiran,” I whispered, shocked. Perhaps even more so when I felt my body respond in kind, especially when I felt his seed coat my thighs.
His grin was dark and a little feral.
“You’re mine now,” he growled.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“I-I can’t, Kiran,” Maeva whispered, her eyes wide,