With his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, Kiril moved her thighs onto his shoulders. Her head lifted as she stared at him. The first touch of his tongue on her sex and her head dropped back, a soft moan falling from her lips.
Kiril enjoyed her reaction, but he wanted her screaming. He teased and sucked and licked until she was squirming. Her back arched, lifting her torso off the floor as her hands delved into his hair and held his head.
Her moans quickly turned into soft cries filling the still house. He lifted her hips in his hands and held her still as he tongued her clit. She put her feet upon his back as her cries turned louder.
And then she was screaming his name, her body jerking with the force of her climax. Kiril kept licking her, prolonging her orgasm until she went limp.
He rose up over her, intending to enter her when she suddenly sat up and shoved at his shoulders. He fell onto his back with a grunt. Shara was on all fours, her hair tousled, as she crawled toward him.
In all his millennia of life, he had never seen anything so sexy. His cock twitched, and her gaze lowered to his engorged arousal.
She stopped beside him and raked her gaze over him. Kiril fisted his hands by his sides so as not to touch her. She was a sexual creature, and the confident, assertive woman next to him was driving him wild with need.
Her hands roamed freely over his chest and abdomen. She spent a lot of time looking at his dragon tattoo. Her soft, gentle touch was hurtling him toward his own orgasm, and she had yet to touch his cock again.
No sooner had the thought gone through his mind than she took him in hand. He sucked in a breath, steeling himself for her hands. His breath hissed through his lips when her mouth slid over him.
Kiril was stiff, his muscles locked as she bobbed her head up and down his staff, her hands massaging his sac. He intended to allow her all the time she wanted, but it became clear that he couldn’t take her sweet mouth anymore.
He grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her up. There was a smile on her lips as he set her down so she straddled his hips, her back to him.
She rose up on her knees until she hovered over his arousal and lowered herself down. Kiril grabbed her hips and squeezed. She was tight and wet. The feel of her sliding down him was exquisite.
He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of her. Once he was fully seated, she rotated her hips. Kiril moaned and moved his hands upward to cup her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled her back against him.
Using his feet as leverage on the floor, he pumped his hips with long, slow thrusts. She groaned and arched her back. Kiril reached between her legs until he found her sex and circled his thumb around her swollen clit.
She peaked instantly, her body convulsing around his rod so that he had to clench his teeth or spill. With the walls of her sex still clenching, he rolled them over and came up on his knees.
He raised her hips and took her arms to hold them behind her back. Kiril pulled out of her until the tip of him remained, and then he slid deep.
She moaned his name and pushed back against him. He repeated the move and then held still. She whimpered and swiveled her hips to entice him to move.
Kiril let his free hand roam over her ass. She was utter perfection. No other woman had ever matched him during sex as she did. He was loath for it to end, because he feared once it was over—it would be over for good.
But his body demanded release. No longer could he hold back. He began to move, building his tempo with each plunge. He went harder, deeper and still she leaned back against him.
Kiril released her arms and grabbed her hips with both hands as he mercilessly drove within her. He tried to hold back, but it was as if she knew and would rock her hips.
And then he was lost.
He fell forward over her as he pounded her ruthlessly. When the walls of her sex clamped around him, it sent him spiraling to his climax. Kiril thrust deep and spilled his seed as he rode the waves of bliss from one peak to another.
When he opened his eyes, they were on their sides, their bodies still joined. Kiril held her close and pretended that she wasn’t his enemy and that he wouldn’t have to leave her.
Her hand rested on his and she idly traced his fingers with her own. Minutes went by as they remained as they were without uttering a word.
It was the sound of faint footsteps at the back of the house that had both of them separating. Kiril didn’t bother with clothes as he kept to the shadows and ran to look out the back.
There were two Dark who peeked through the windows to try to get a look at them.
“How about another drink?” Shara said loudly from the living room.
The two Dark backed away immediately. Kiril waited until they were once more in the cover of the trees before he turned and walked back to the entryway. He dressed quickly, roughly tucking in his shirt that gapped because the buttons were gone. He walked into the front room to find Shara sitting in one of the chairs, dressed, with her legs crossed and a drink in hand.