Chapter 106 Unforgettable
~ Lyra's POV ~
Kael did not wait. As soon as I finished the wine, he took the glass from my hand, and returned it to the side stool. When he shifted his attention to me, the look in his eyes had intensified.
He lifted his hand, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, a current that pooled low in my belly.
“Lyra,” he murmured, my name coming out as a low, rough sound on his lips, as if the very act of speaking it was an effort of restraint.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I closed the small distance between us, and pressed my lips to his.
His lips yielded to me, moving with a deliberate slowness that made my heart hammer against my ribs.
I could taste the lingering sweetness of the wine on his tongue, mingling with the warm, clean taste of his breath. My hands found their way to his chest, splaying against the solid wall of muscle, feeling the steady, rapid beat of his heart.
Kael deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before delving inside to brush against mine. A soft sigh escaped me as I melted into him, my body arching to press closer. His arms wrapped around my waist, strong and sure, pulling me flush against him until not a sliver of air separated us. There was only the scent of him, and the electric current passing between our lips.
When he finally pulled back, it was just enough to let me draw a ragged breath. His eyes searched mine, dark and hungry. “Is it you or the wine?” he whispered, a flicker of amusement in his tone.
A slow, reckless smile spread across my face. “It's both,” I replied.
That seemed to fuel him more. His hands slid down to my hips, lifting me effortlessly as he guided us to the middle of the bed. His weight settled over me, pinning me to the bed in the most delicious way.
I reached up, threading my fingers through the thick, soft strands of his hair, and pulled his mouth back down to mine.
This kiss was different. It was fiercer, more demanding, a clash of teeth and tongues born of pent-up longing. His hands roamed over my body.
I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between us, and he responded by nipping at my lower lip, a sharp, sweet sting that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my core.
His lips left mine, leaving a trail of fire down the sensitive skin of my jawline and along the column of my neck. I tilted my head back, a silent offering, and he took it, his mouth latching onto the frantic pulse point at the base of my throat. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling over the skin, and I gasped, my fingers digging into the powerful muscles of his shoulders as a wave of heat washed over me.
“Kael,” I breathed his name.
“Tell me how much you want me, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl thick with desire.
I met his gaze, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “So much I can't think properly,” I whispered, my voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging inside me.
A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest. He sat back on his heels, his gaze never leaving mine as his hands moved to the buttons of my shirt. He undid them one by one, his knuckles brushing against my skin with each movement, sending fresh shivers through me.
When the last button was freed, he pushed the fabric open, then slid it from my shoulders, letting it pool on the bed beside me. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight of the simple black lace bra I wore.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with awe. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, which hardened instantly beneath the lace.
I arched into his touch, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets as he leaned down, his lips closing over one taut peak through the fabric. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of rough lace and the wet heat of his tongue, a sweet torment that made my toes curl.
He switched to the other, giving it the same attention, his mouth relentless as his hands roamed lower, skimming the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips instinctively, helping him slide the fabric down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
He sat back again, his eyes raking over my exposed skin with a hunger that made me feel both incredibly vulnerable and immensely powerful.
“You’re driving me insane,” he admitted, his voice a strained rasp.
“And you’re perfect,” I murmured as my fingers trailed his chest muscles.
He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my palm. “Not as perfect as you,” he said, a slow, wicked smirk curving his lips.
Before I could form a reply, he leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in another searing kiss. His hands moved to my back, expertly unhooking my bra with a simple flick of his fingers. The lace fell away, and he paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of my bare breasts, his gaze filled with a reverent worship.
“God, Lyra,” he breathed, his voice hoarse.
He lowered himself between my legs, his hands sliding down my sides, over my hips, to the delicate edge of my panties. I lifted my hips again, an unspoken invitation, and he slid the last scrap of fabric down my legs, tossing it aside.
His lips continued their journey down my body, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my stomach, my hips, until his warm breath ghosted over my most sensitive flesh.
I shivered, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, the light stubble on his jaw scratching gently against my skin.
“Oh heavens,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intent. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, though the look on his face promised he had no intention of doing so.
“Don’t you dare,” I replied, my voice firm, laced with a desperate plea.
He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips, before his mouth found my wet core. His tongue was warm and insistent, stroking against my clit with a practiced rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed as he sucked gently, his fingers digging into my thighs to hold me in place. The sensations were overwhelming, a building crescendo that left me breathless and desperate for more.
“Kael,” I gasped, my hands tightening in his hair. “Please… don't stop.”
He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through my entire body, before he pulled back. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with a kiss, his lips brushing mine as he moved back up my body.
His eyes met mine, dark and hungry, and I knew he wasn’t done with me. He reached for the towel, loosened and discarded it. The sight of him, hard and thick and ready for me, made my breath catch in my throat.
I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around his length, and he hissed, pushing his head back as a shudder ran through his powerful frame.
“Damn… the things you do to me,” he groaned, his hands covering mine, guiding my movements as I stroked him.
A smug and wicked smile graced my lips before I let my hands fall away.
“Your turn,” I murmured, spreading my legs wide in a blatant invitation.
He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped my hips, positioning me as he settled between my legs. He guided himself to my entrance and pushed into me slowly, filling me inch by agonizing inch.
I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he seated himself fully, our bodies joining in a perfect, seamless fit.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with wonder.
I rolled my hips, adjusting to his glorious presence, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to press against mine.
“Move,” I urged, my voice a desperate plea.
He complied, pulling back before thrusting forward, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had me biting my lip to hold back a moan. Each movement was controlled, as if he was savoring every sensation. But I wanted more.
“Faster,” I demanded, my hands gripping his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
He obliged, his control shattering. His hips snapped against mine, his thrusts deepening and quickening. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
I met each thrust with one of my own, our movements becoming a frantic, desperate dance as pleasure coiled tight within me, a spring ready to snap.
“Kael!” I cried, his name a broken sob as the first wave of my release crashed over me.
He growled my name, his hands tightening on my hips as he followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he poured himself into me. His forehead rested against mine, our breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps as we rode out the powerful aftershocks together.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were soft, and his expression was tender. He brushed a sweat-damp strand of hair from my face, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.
“That was—” I started
“Unforgettable,” he finished, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk.
I laughed, a soft, breathless sound, as he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms as exhaustion and a profound sense of peace washed over me.