healing to sober up. Just a bonus of being a Spirit Witch—hangovers was a thing of the past. I slowly crept out of bed and made my way to her place.
Kyden and the guys had a much calmer night of watching UFC with some beers—that’s more of a Kyden thing. Mine too, but I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.
I reached Haven’s residence in no time. At the door, I slowly opened it, then closed it as I stepped her living room. Kyden slept soundly on the couch, one arm raised over his head. I froze. I couldn’t wake him, he looked so peaceful. He was safe, which was my concern first and foremost. Warmth rushed through me. We survived this and would be together forever. Love can conquer it all. We had proven that.
I spun around quietly. Just as I reached the door, Kyden’s warm body pressed against mine. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He turned me to face him, and I smiled. He wore only his silver shorts, and those Manhattan Men had nothing on Kyden. He had a thick build, every muscle sculpted as his bronze skin gleamed in the moonlight that shone through the window. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
He arched a brow. “You do realize you’re breaking the rules?”
“I just had to come and see you.”
He leaned in closer. Before he kissed my lips, he said. “I know the feeling and I’m glad you did.” He scooped me up, carried me to the couch and laid me down softly. “This isn’t a stirring from your night out, is it?” He laughed.
“Please, you stir me all your own.”
He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me so softly, but oh so hungrily. Kissing him now, there was more, it was deeper. Each swirl of his tone curled my toes and had me on the verge of begging him to take me.
Slowly, he removed my clothes as I reached helped him out of his shorts. Once he was free, I couldn’t help but notice, the strippers had nothing on him in that department either. Kyden wouldn’t have been a boy scared to change in the boys changing room. Gifted, he surely was.
He came back over top of me, began to kiss his way down my stomach as I ran my hands over his shoulders. When he reached my warmth, he glanced up at me, surprised. “What is this?”
“A present for you. Like it?”
He traced the neatly trimmed heart with his fingers. “I do.” He gave the patch of hair a soft kiss before he came back up to my mouth and kissed me until my mind erased any thought but the warmth that was building inside of me.
Kyden hadn’t missed a single part on my body—almost as if relearning what was so close to being taken from him. He didn’t waste the chance to touch any part of me and his hands were everywhere, as were mine.
Before I was about to burst with erotic need, I reached down to grab his head where it was nestled between my thighs and pulled him back up. In a slow movement that was so perfect, he slid inside of me.
My back arched at the fullness of it. He locked my head between his arms as he gazed deeply into my eyes, and moved with long, steady strokes. I wrapped my legs up around his hips, held him closer, needed him as near as he could get. I met his every thrust, intoxicated by the rightness of how it felt to make love to him.
His strokes quickened and I was sure this lovemaking wasn’t going to last very long. Not after all we’d been through. The need, the love I could see in Kyden’s eyes, declared his need for release. Yet, I knew he waited, as always, unselfish and not wanting to finish without me.
Thankfully, I was nearly there. The need to keep quiet so the others didn’t hear became difficult. The added restriction just made the sensitivity stronger. With each thrust, my body tingled with pleasure. He never stopped gazing down at me—never tore his adoring eyes from mine as he began to work harder.
My body responded with pleasure as my climax built around him. He groaned deeply, as his own was taken to higher limits by my constricted warmth. With our eyes glued to each other, he gave a few hard, demanding thrusts before the world faded away to heavenly bliss.
Kyden hadn’t even stopped trembling