Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,25

real. “W-What?”

“My beauty,” he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his free hand. “None shall harm you again.”

My breath came fast. “I’m not sure we’re on the same page.”

Kyros leaned in.

A whine slipped between my teeth at his proximity.

“Can you fight this agony for the rest of your life?” he asked simply.

Gasping for air, I shuffled back on the bed.

He followed me on to the mattress.

I rested a hand on his chest. “Kyros, please stop. I’m overwhelmed and can’t think with you so close.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “I know.”

“You lied to trap me,” I stammered, shuffling back farther.

Kyros stalked closer, running his fingers up the inside of my ankle. “I did. You would have never agreed to the second exchange otherwise.”

“You bastard,” I ground out, drawing my feet under me so I could stand in the middle of the bed. “That wasn’t your choice to make.”

He rose to his knees and ran his hands up the outside of my stockinged thighs. “The thought of you disappearing or being in danger while I had no ability to track you was driving me to insanity. I cannot apologise for it.”

You don’t apologise for anything.

Lifting the right hem of my knitted dress above my hip, he gently bit the hollow between the bone and stomach. My knees shook, and Kyros seized the advantage, guiding me back down to the bed.

We knelt facing each other, both of us panting. My eyes huge. His molten.

“Those glasses should be illegal.” He growled, darting forward to nip at my bottom lip. “So fucking sexy.”

I sucked in air. “Kyros—”

“I don’t know who you’re trying to fool with this outfit,” he whispered in my ear. “But you missed the mark on cute. It just makes me want to tie you to this bed.”

Gasping, I writhed on the spot. The ache between my thighs was agony. His smell or emotions or his nearness overrode all logic.

I lifted my other hand to his chest.

“I can’t,” I told him. There were so many reasons. Reasons that felt so small and insignificant. But weren’t.

I was certain they weren’t small.

Our gazes met and sealed. The space between us evaporated, sucked away in one fell swoop. I traced up his corded neck with shaking fingers, splaying them wide over his jaw before circling his lips with a fingertip.

He groaned low, pulling my hips against his.

My head fell back, and Kyros cupped the base, forcing it upright again. His gaze was hazy, half-filled with the dream-like quality I felt spreading through my body, but a question filled the rest.

He wouldn’t close the gap this time.

Obeying my body, I pressed my lips against his.

Had I ever made the first move before?

I couldn’t recall.

I don’t care.

Kyros sank onto his haunches so I didn’t have to strain upward, but otherwise didn’t move. I felt his borderline-painful approval of my touch. He roared inside. For me.

My simple touch was bliss.

I lifted high on my knees, forcing him to angle his head as I parted his lips with my tongue.

We broke apart, and he panted, “I want to touch you, Basilia.”

“Do it,” I replied without a speck of hesitation.

He moved then.

Fire erupted over my skin as his hands ran up my thighs, pushing my dress to my waist. My breath quickened, loud and harsh. He worked my tights and panties to my knees, and I leaned down to get rid of them entirely.

Kyros lifted on his knees again and my hands latched onto the bottom of his waistcoat. His hands threaded through my hair as I undid the buttons frantically, shoving the garment off his shoulders before attacking the buttons on his shirt.

His hot mouth worked down my neck, and I moaned. Bliss.

“Hold on tight,” he growled in my ear.

Mmm?

I yelped as Kyros picked me up, forearms under my thighs as he lifted me overhead.

Then his mouth was between my legs. I choked on a cry as his hot tongue roamed with abandon, my legs shaking with the inability to do anything but not upset the balance of our position. My hands gripped his hair tight, despite knowing he wouldn’t let me fall.

I had no control.

And fuck. It was undoing me at the seams.

“Kyros,” I pleaded as he moved faster and faster. “It’s too much.”

Yet my hips gyrated against his face, using his mouth. My hands left his hair to creep up my own body, kneading, and palming the parts left unattended.

Suspended, my lower body held motionless, I had no option but to follow the fire