Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,61

to him on all fours till she was beside him, she settled back on her legs, sitting on them.

Replacing the wet oofla cloth on his forehead, she stared down at him.

Something about the way she was looking at him was making his pulse begin to quicken.

“Ev—”

“Shh.” One of her fingers was suddenly pressing down on his lips—a human action that should not have halted the words coming from his mouth but somehow, he found he could not speak.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this whole experience—you know...getting abducted, almost killed, almost raped—is that life is short.”

Immediately, a little ball of hope began to form deep in his bowels, and he knew he should stuff it back down and forget about it. Even as he dared not to hope, he could feel his pulse quickening, his lifeblood running through his veins at increasing speed.

“I don’t want to stop living. I want to experience it all. And right now,” he realized too late that her gaze was fastened on his lips, and even as she finished what she was saying, his eyes widened when her head dipped.

“Right now, Kyro, I want to experience you.” Her words were just a whisper, gliding over his lips and causing a tingle before her soft lips touched his. “Just for one night, before we say goodbye, let me experience you.”

Her lips were the softest most supple thing he had ever had against his mouth and he found himself holding back a groan of appreciation as her skin pressed down on his.

It took everything in his power not to wrap his arms around her, flip her underneath him, and punish her for making him feel so good in the sweetest of ways.

He wanted to hear her cry his name, wanted to hear moans of ecstasy coming from these same soft lips as he claimed her, made her his, for the rest of eternity.

This kiss did not feel like goodbye. It felt like the start of much, much more things to come.

“This time, I don’t want you to sleep with me because I was having bad dreams. I want us to sleep together because I want to feel you there with me. I want to be with you.” Her words brushed against his lips like a soft feather and the groan he’d been holding back found its way vibrating from his throat as he finally gripped her and pulled her farther into him.

She wanted them to sleep together.

Pity she didn’t know; the last thing on his mind was sleeping.

Despite that logic was screaming for him to pull away, he held her tight.

Just one night and then they’d part ways.

One night.

“Will you do that for me? For us?”

Kyro gulped. How could he say no?

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“Will you do that for me? For us?”

She’d really asked him to throw away caution and be with her?

For a second, she thought he would turn her down but as soon as she said the words, Kyro pulled her tighter against him.

Her breasts squashed against his chest as she stretched out over him. He felt so hard, the muscles underneath his skin so tight that she whimpered a little at how exquisite he felt.

She had never imagined just feeling her body against his would make her feel so good, as if her entire being was on high alert anticipating what was about to come next.

“Kyro...” Her murmur of his name had him groaning against her lips as he crushed his lips against hers, their kiss becoming more frantic by the second.

His tongue played with hers, making her eyes roll back in her head as butterflies that had laid dormant since her teens suddenly awakened and began dancing for the drug that was his lips.

“Kyro,” she breathed again when he finally released her. Their breathing was coming in harsh gasps and she couldn’t help but grin at him. “Wh-where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Did I do it incorrectly?” His gaze fastened to her lips and she could see the heat growing within his eyes as he looked at her. “Should I try again?”

Without answering, she took his upper lip between her teeth for a harmless nibble and a yelp escaped her when his arms tightened around her frame and she was suddenly flipped, her back pressing into the bedding as Kyro braced himself over her.

His eyes were wild now—a look she’d never witnessed in them before—and his lips crashed on hers again.

His kiss was like chocolate ice cream after a hard day of work,