His eyes were liquid. "You're doing that now." He leaned forward and kissed her lips.
Kiara welcomed the feel of him pressing her down on the mattress. His lips traveled over her body, blazing a trail of fire where they touched. Nykyrian lifted the hem of her dress and placed a kiss on her stomach. Kiara clutched his head to her in dizzy ecstasy.
Nykyrian marveled at the feel of her silken flesh. He delighted in the way she quivered from his slightest touch and whispered his name. He had waited his entire life to feel this wanted. He wasn't disappointed.
Kiara forgot her shyness as he removed her dress and let it fall to the floor. She watched him explore her body, each nerve alive and attuned to him. She laughed and jerked as his lips and whiskers tickled her flesh.
He locked eyes with hers before leaving her and removing his pants.
She lowered her gaze down his magnificent body, warmth singeing her cheeks. She had never seen a real live naked m an before and she delighted in the sight of this incredible specimen.
Kiara leaned over him and ran her hand down the scars of his chest to the small trail of hair below his bellybutton. Nykyrian closed his eyes and drew a ragged breath. When her hand moved lower, he gasped.
"You're mine now," she said devilishly, nipping his neck. "I'll never let go of you."
He grunted then freed her corslet. Her breath caught as he moved his hands over her exposed breasts. Sharp heat pulsed in her veins until she wanted to shout with the bittersweet ache.
His mouth replaced his hands on her breasts and his warm breath drove her to an even dizzier height. She leaned her head back, surrendering herself to him, to the night. His strong, warm hands circled her waist and roamed up her spine.
Gently, he leaned her back against the mattress, his kiss deepening. Kiara twined her fingers in the soft strands of white hair, holding him to her.
Groaning, Nykyrian pulled away and removed her underpants. He lay fully against her.
Kiara smiled at him, never wanting him to stop the sweet torture.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, then reclaimed her lips.
Kiara returned his kiss with all her passion and opened her legs to him. He accepted her invitation with a heated moan. Kiara gasped at the sudden pain that ripped through her pleasure as he entered her.
Nykyrian's body went rigidly still against her. He paused and looked at her in confusion as he realized she was a virgin.
"Love me," she whispered, smoothing the frown from his face with her fingers.
He clenched his teeth and for a moment, she feared he would leave her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close.
Finally, he began to slowly rock his hips against hers. "Tell me if it hurts," he whispered.
After a time, the pain ebbed and was replaced by a new pleasure. Kiara breathed heavily as he moved faster. She ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling the strength of him. He was hers and she intended to keep him with her no matter what.
A new demand built inside her. Kiara rocked her hips against his. She matched his rhythm, amazed at the sharp, intensifying pleasure. Just when she thought she couldn't stand anymore, her world exploded into a titillation she had never dreamed of.
Nykyrian buried his face in her hair and joined her release. He breathed in the sweet fragrance of the silken strands. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, obliterated all the pain in his soul. Her hand played in his hair, holding him against her.
He lay there unable to believe it was real. He expected to wake at any moment and find himself alone and that the entire night had been nothing more than a cruel dream. But then he wondered if the reality of this night would be even more cruel than the dream.
"What are you thinking?" Kiara asked, sensing his distance again.
"Nothing," he said and moved away from her.
She frowned, watching him walk to the bathroom. In a few seconds, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed. He wouldn't meet her gaze. Instead, he moved her legs apart and washed the blood from her thighs with a warm washcloth. The dark frown on his face worried her.
"What is wrong?" she demanded.
He looked up at her, his eyes blank. "Why?"
She mirrored his stern frown. "Why what?"
"Why did you let me be the first? I wouldn't have touched you had I known."
She smiled. "That's why I didn't tell you, silly." Kiara touched his cheek.
She could tell by his face, her answer didn't appease him . "I love you," she said softly.
"I've never felt this way about anyone."
He looked so sad, she ached. Why wouldn't he let her inside him? How could he close her out after what they'd shared?
Nykyrian got up and went back to the bathroom. Kiara listened to the running water, wanting to scream. When he returned a moment later, he still wore a deep, somber frown.
"If you don't wipe that grimace off your face, soldier, I just might shoot you!"