Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,67

to another shattering climax.

Leaning over and bracing on the wall behind him, her entire body rose and fell with huge breaths.

“I want to make you feel good too.”

No.

This was all for her.

Making her cry out in such pleasure was giving him pleasure also.

Slipping his tongue from within her, he flattened it and began running it along her cunt again.

She was shaking above him, her entire body trembling and when he took her small bud in his mouth, she cried out once more.

“Kh’Ziami,” she whispered.

His name.

No one had called him that in eons. And though her small mouth and tongue couldn’t get the syllables completely right, his name had never sounded more beautiful to his ears.

Qrak.

He was Kh’Ziami. How long ago had he forgotten?

“Say it...” he said, his cool breath brushing over her hot sex. “Say my name again.”

As he took her throbbing bud into his mouth once more, a final orgasm crashed through her as her head lolled forward and their gazes met.

“Kh’Ziami!”

28

Kyro woke with a start, his heart hammering in his chest.

His secret was out. He was putting someone in danger.

Eyes falling to the softness nestled against him, he let a breath shudder through his frame.

The lights from the simulation still warmed the room in a dim glow, playing over her cheeks as she slept against him.

Looking down at her now, he couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her a little. She’d fallen against him, completely exhausted after he’d brought her to her peak over and over again till her body could take no more.

She was more than he could have ever dreamed of. Even with this, this “cuddling” as she’d called it, she was giving him more than he’d ever allowed himself to experience in his entire life.

And he treasured it.

This little moment...if it was all he ever had for the rest of his days, it would stand above all other moments and all other experiences. Nothing was better than holding her here, right now, in peace. Putting the worry of the future and consequences behind them for just this time.

One night.

That’s all they’d decided to give themselves. The next few hours were going to be the most difficult hours he’d ever lived through.

He already felt the resistance building within him.

One night wasn’t going to be enough. They would have to part ways and he wasn’t ready.

How could he say goodbye when she woke up to leave?

He should. But could he?

Moving his hand to his side, he felt the bandage and put a little pressure against it, testing whether his wound was healed yet.

The healing serum should have pulled most of the weight and with the intensity of the lights that had been on in his quarters, his body should have had the resources needed to heal him quickly.

The pressure he put on the wound created no ache and he was thankful for that. Life was about to carry on as usual. In the past, that would have made him happy enough to anticipate the next day.

But now, glancing down at Evren, life resuming as usual didn’t feel like a good deal.

Easing off the sleeping area, he made sure to slide from under Evren’s sleeping form with enough caution so as not to wake her. As much as he didn’t want to leave the warmth of their entwined bodies, he needed to relieve himself and prepare her a meal.

She’d taken the time to stay with him and tend to him. It was the type of care he hadn’t had in years. The least he could do was take care of her too in this little time they had together.

For once in his life, he was letting his guard down and he needed to enjoy every second of it.

When he went to the food preparation area, Rokan was nowhere to be seen and he was thankful for his friend’s absence.

Probably he was roaming the streets as a canee, worrying about the mistake he’d made.

There was much to discuss with Rokan. It wasn’t only himself that would be put in danger if his secret got out. They would both be in trouble.

These troublesome thoughts kept with him as he prepared the meal and when he reentered the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks when he saw his sleeping area empty.

He must have spent longer preparing the food than he’d thought.

His first inclination was that she’d left without him hearing and that thought was swiftly followed by his heart falling in his chest.

Had she really left without saying goodbye?

But as