The cool air is pleasant as it caresses my heated skin. Kyan growls, sliding two fingers inside me again, pumping them in and out of me slowly while his lips nip and lick my skin before he abruptly pulls his finger out and turns me to face him.
I frown at the loss of his touch, and he simply chuckles, earning a growl from me.
“Relax Ella… I’m going to fuck you, but let me enjoy this sexy body of yours.” His gaze trails over me before he shoves me backward on the bed. He crawls on the bed between my legs, his arm going under my waist as he lifts me further up the bed toward the headboard. His lips cover mine, and he forces his tongue between my lips, tasting every inch of my mouth before laughing again, making me giggle.
“What?” I laugh.
He shakes his head. “Nothing, I will tell you later,” he says, shoving me on my back.
I squirm, my shoulders ache even more now, that I lay on my back. I tug on my wrists, which are rubbing together painfully. Kyan’s hand goes under my back to my wrists, and I feel him undo them. I sigh, rolling my shoulders, only for him to grab my wrists again.
I glare at him, and he chuckles, sitting on his knees. He grips my hips, dragging me closer to him and pulling my legs over the top of his thighs before reaching into the top drawer of Jonah’s bedside table. He pulls out a rolled-up silver tie and a black one.
“Kye?” I want to touch him, but clearly, he has other plans as he ties my wrists with the silver one before looping the black one through them and securing my wrists to the headboard.
“There is something wrong with you,” I tell him, and he smirks, palming my breast. His finger swirls around my areola, making my nipple harden under his touch when he pinches it, rolling it between his fingers, making me hiss.
“No, there is something wrong with you for agreeing to something you have no idea about, just because you saw it in a movie,” he teases sexily. “But I’m not complaining. I like to see you completely at my mercy.”
“Kyan… what are you-” I’m cut off when he twists my nipple, making me cry out. I bite my lip, trying not to make so much noise.
“I don’t want you holding back,” he growls before dipping his head and sucking on the nipple he just assaulted. My back arches, loving the feel of his tongue on my body when he sits up. His hand runs over my thigh, his eyes between my legs while the other strokes his hardened length. Kyan runs the tip between my wet folds before smirking. He grips my hips, dragging my ass higher up on his lap.
Kyan grabs the back of my left knee, forcing it to my chest before leaning forward, so the back of my knee presses against his shoulder. He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I answer his kiss instantly as he settles his weight against me, hooking my other leg around his waist. His erection is pressed against my slit, and I roll my hips, coating his length in my arousal.
Kyan groans before his hand moves between our bodies, and he adjusts himself, the tip of him pressing against my entrance, and I gasp, pulling my lips away, looking at the rather odd position I am in. Kyan kisses my knee before pressing his lips softly against mine and he shoves inside me with one, hard thrust, making my lips part as pain ripples through me.
His cock smashes into my cervix painfully. He stills, giving me time to adjust to his size, nipping and licking at my lips, his pelvis flush against me. He pulls out slowly and groans, pressing his forehead against mine and gently pushing back in. Kyan moves slowly, letting me adjust to the position and him.
I go to wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting they are tied above my head when he kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth and tangles with mine, and I rock my hips against him, desire flaring violently when he pulls out, ramming back in, making me gasp with the brutal momentum. My walls flutter around his cock, squeezing him as he builds up friction.
Kyan growls, plunging in harder, impaling me on his cock, hitting against my cervix painfully, but the pain is overridden by the sensation that pools in my stomach from the friction.
My airy cries of pleasure fill the room. I push my restrained hands against the headboard, pushing against Kyan as he pounds into me. Warmth courses through me when my stomach tightens, my inner walls start clenching.
Our eyes meet as he fucks me hard, and I see the emotions clear in his; the love and hunger combined. His gaze moves down as he admires my body. I am so close…. So close….
I moan loudly as I reach the precipice and am shoved over the edge violently. Kyan slams into me harder, and I cry out, my pussy pulsating when he stills, warmth fills my stomach, his cock twitching inside me, and warm ropes of his release bathe my insides.
He reaches over, his lips meeting mine in a rough, deep kiss, as I gasp, trying to get my breath back. But he doesn’t stop kissing me. I can hear his heart thudding as he tries to catch his breath. After a moment, he moves back.
He groans and my leg slips off his shoulder as he drops his weight on me, and we both try to catch our breath. Kyan kisses my jaw, his hand palming and kneading my breast softly. When I tug on my hands, he reaches above my head. Claws slipping out from his fingertips, slicing through the tie holding my wrists together, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
He smiles when I tug his lips to mine and kiss him gently, my tongue tracing his bottom lip before he growls, nipping at it; I sigh softly as Kyan pecks my lips tenderly. “I love you,” he whispers, the raw emotions obvious in his voice.
“I love you more,” I tell him, feeling sleep coming down on me. I yawn as I snuggle against him. Kyan kisses my cheek before pulling out of me, and I stretch, rolling onto my stomach.
Kyan laughs, and I turn my face to him on the pillow and raise an eyebrow at him.
“What is so funny?” I ask.
“Jonah is?” he laughs, making me furrow my brows. I stare at him, wondering what he is talking about; Jonah feels fine through the bond.
“What is funny about Jonah?” I squint at him.
“He gets to lay in your wet spot,” Kyan laughs. I sit up, looking at Jonah’s side of the bed.
“Kyan!” I hiss, but he just laughs, pulling me down into his arms.
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head as he holds me close. I relax in his hold, feeling completely content.