More so than she would ever know. He stared down at her, at those parted lips that beckoned him. It had been centuries since anyone greeted him when he returned. Centuries of untold loneliness and solitude.
Loneliness and solitude that had vanished the instant he woke up in that abandoned factory and had looked into those wide, intelligent blue eyes that seared him. Amanda was completely unprepared for Kyrian's next actions. He kissed her like a man possessed. His tongue stroking and delving as his hands roamed her back, then cupped her derriere.
It still amazed her that she allowed him to handle her like this, and yet she didn't mind it in the least. She'd never thought of herself as a particularly sexy person. Not until she met him. When it came to Kyrian, she couldn't get enough.
She wanted him around her all the time. Wanted to hold him, touch him, be with him. If she could, she would handcuff herself to him forever. Without breaking from the kiss, he slid his hand beneath the bottom of her shirt, seeking her wet heat that throbbed for him. She moaned as he touched her, as his fingers slid and teased her mercilessly. Heaven, how this man made her yearn for him.
"Kyrian, your soup," she said breathlessly.
He pulled back, his breathing ragged, his lips swollen from tasting her. "It'll wait."
There was something more untamed than usual about him tonight. Something wild and wicked. He carried her to the table and laid her across the top of it. His eyes hot and hungry, he stood between her legs and looked down at her. "Now here's a banquet fit for a king."
And then he fell on her. Amanda gasped at the fury in his questing hands that seemed to be all over her at once. His touch electrified her. Satisfied her and left her craving more.
As he kissed her insane, she reached down between their bodies and unzipped his pants so that she could touch him. He was already rock-hard and throbbing and when she cupped him in her hands, he moaned against her lips.
He amazed her. This immortal warrior who needed no one and yet he was so tender in her arms. This man who trembled as she stroked his shaft and cupped him gently in her palm. Kyrian couldn't think with her hands on him. All he could do was smell her, taste her. He wanted her completely.
Wild with desire and unable to think past the moment, he pulled her hands away from him and drove himself into her. Amanda groaned at the incredible feel of him deep inside her. He was so thick and hard. She felt so wonderfully full. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rocked his hips hard and slow against hers.
"Oh yes, Kyrian," she moaned, arching her back.
He ran his hand over her gauze-covered body, and cupped her breasts in his hands as he continued to thrust into her. They made love without any hurry. Amanda writhed at the power of his thrusts as he nibbled her throat, scraping her skin with his fangs. Closing her eyes, she again felt that incredible bonding with him. They were one.
He trembled in her arms and whispered her name against her lips, making her quiver with desire. And when the world shattered, she swore she could see colors everywhere.
Kyrian watched her climax, felt her body clutching his. Gods, how he yearned to satisfy himself, but he didn't dare. Already he felt his powers waning. Powers he needed to keep her safe.
Grinding his teeth, he reluctantly withdrew from her. He straightened his clothes in silence, but his entire being ached. Pressing the heel of his hand against his jeans, he tried to loosen the fabric that bit into his erection. It was useless.
Amanda felt sympathy for him as she watched his stiff, awkward movements. How could he satisfy her and not take pleasure himself? It had to be sheer torture for him.
Yet he said nothing about it. As he ate in silence, her heart wept for him. Her poor warrior. And in the back of her mind came the little voice warning her that no matter how much she might want him, they could never have a relationship.
Amanda woke up a little after three in the afternoon. She got up, showered, and dressed while Kyrian continued to sleep. Goodness, the man was handsome. He had one arm raised up around his head and looked more like a little boy as he slept than an immortal dark warrior.
Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed his parted lips. He reached for her, catching her about the neck. He held her so tightly that she could barely breathe.
"Kyrian?" she whispered, trying to get loose. "Honey, you're making me turn blue."
He paid no attention. It took her a full three minutes before she was finally able to extricate her head from his arms.
"Okay," she breathed as he turned onto his side. "Remind me not to do that again." Amanda pulled the covers over him and tiptoed from the room. She found Nick in the living room downstairs wearing a pair of Rollerblades as he zipped from one end to the other, sorting papers.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He paused and shrugged. "Kyrian gets pissed when I use my skateboard in the house."
Amanda laughed. "Okay. But I imagine he's not fond of the skates, either."