Into the Fading Twilight (Starlight Grove, #2) (80)

“Fuck yes,” Kol rumbled.

I guided his tip to my entrance, already feeling the stretch.

“Breathe with me,” Kol instructed. “It’s just you and me.”

My eyes found his, and they didn’t leave as I slowly sank down onto him. My mouth fluttered open as I took in the stretch, pausing halfway and trying to adjust.

“We can stop anytime,” Kol gritted out.

I knew how much that cost him, too. But Kol always gave me everything without me having to say a word.

That was him, but so was this stretch, this pressure. This power. And I wanted all the pieces of Kol.

I slid down farther, taking all of him. He let out a groan that reverberated through me in the best possible way. The vibrations made me clench around Kol, and that had him letting out a curse.

“My little demon,” he swore.

I rocked against him, investigating the movement, seeing how it felt, what it did to me. And for the first time in my life, I felt free to do exactly that: find what felt good to me.

Rising up, I lowered again, not losing Kol’s eyes. I could’ve watched the way the light and dark danced across those irises forever. And as I moved again, I realized they also told me what he liked.

My back arched as I took him deeper, faster.

“So goddamned beautiful,” Kol rasped. “Taking me. Owning me. All that control.”

His words sent a ripple of sparks sliding through me, my core tightening around him in a pulsing wave.

Kol gritted his teeth. “Trying to last, but you’re killing me.”

I could feel that restraint wavering in him, and I knew we didn’t have long. But I wanted to see it snap. I found my clit and circled the bundle of nerves.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Kol swore as his hips arched into me, his wrists pulling at the bindings for leverage.

My walls fluttered around him, just shy of that tipping point, as I struggled for breath. Each inhale and exhale was a short pant of need, want—desperation.

“Let me see you fly, Phoenix,” Kol whispered.

I swiped my finger across my clit as I took Kol impossibly deeper, and that combination was all it took. I came in a wave of darkness and light, just like Kol’s eyes. Sparks danced across my vision as he thrust up, hitting a spot that had me closing around him in a vise grip.

Kol gripped the ropes, his teeth clenched as he came. Thrusting through wave after wave as our bodies battled. Shadows gathered at the edges of my vision as I rode out everything he gave me.

My lungs burned, my thighs ached, and as the last pulsing wave swept through me, I collapsed on top of Kol.

My chest heaved, and Kol’s heart beat against my cheek. But some part of my brain remembered the ropes. I reached up and pulled the end that would release them.

Kol’s arms came around me instantly, holding me to him. “Never knew it could be like that,” he whispered.

“Me neither,” I croaked.

And it felt miraculous and terrifying all at the same time.





CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR


Kol




IWOKE UP WRAPPED AROUND NOVA, DROWNING IN CHERRY and vanilla—the best way to start the day. But I wasn’t just spooning her. I’d somehow curled my entire body around hers. She was tucked almost into a ball, and I was her armor.

A part of me wished it could always be this way: me standing between Nova and the world. Only I knew that wasn’t what she wanted.

Still, I’d soak it in for now. I’d let myself revel in every single second.

My mouth curved against her hair as I realized my hand had slipped beneath the T-shirt of mine she was wearing and was cupping her breast. Apparently, I was even a horny bastard in my sleep.

Nova let out a soft moan, arching into me.

“You make sounds like that, and my dick is going to take them as an invitation.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she mumbled.

“Baby, you’ve gotta be sore.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, a slight pout to her tone.

A chuckle slid out of me, easier than maybe ever before. She made it easier: the smiles, the laughs. “How about we make breakfast instead?”

“I like breakfast,” Nova mumbled, still half-asleep.

She flipped onto her back, and I lifted onto one arm, needing to see her better. That long, raven hair spilled out in waves around her as she studied my face.

“How does the rest of you feel?” I asked quietly.

Nova’s mouth curved, those plush lips still a little swollen from last night. “I feel good. You?”

“Better than I have in years,” I admitted, spilling secrets I should’ve held tight.

Light sparked in those gray eyes as she lifted her hand, tracing the faint indentations on my wrists still left behind from last night. “Thank you. For giving me that.”

My body tightened, my dick springing to life. Never in a million years did I think I’d be able to hand over the reins—the control—to someone else. But for Nova, I could. Because she needed it.

I brushed my knuckles over her cheekbone. “I think it was good for me, too—an exercise in letting go.”

“My favorite kind of exercise,” Nova said, grinning.

“My little demon.”

She tossed the covers off, sending me a wink as she rose. “Come on. I need a shower.”