59. Rae
RAE
Kian’s heartbeat, already faster than mine, thundered now.
His gaze trailed from my eyes and moved over my face.
It stilled first on my lips, as if he were memorizing their shape and curves.
Then it moved lower, like invisible fingertips dragging over my skin.
It stopped again. At my neck. On my pulse point.
My blood responded to him even then, picking up its pace as it rushed through my body. I felt that telltale sensation that was only Kian’s, those pinpricks beneath my skin and the unique buzz that could get me drunk on his nearness alone.
What would it feel like if he really touched me?
My body moved of its own volition, leaning into him, my back arching to increase the contact between us.
“Butterfly.” His violet eyes blazed, the color almost unnatural in its brightness and how it glowed.
“You’re beautiful.” My hand lifted, my fingers skimming across his face, following the same trail his gaze had taken on me. His skin was pure juxtaposition: silky-soft one moment, then rough with stubble the next. The sensations only stoked the buzz humming through me.
“A monster,” Kian rasped.
“A beautiful monster.” I traced his lip with my finger. “Sometimes, we all need to be monsters. It’s what keeps us safe.” My gaze locked with his as my finger moved to his fang, tracing it, stroking it.
“Rae,” he growled.
I didn’t look away as I pressed the pad of my pointer against the tooth again, piercing it this time. I winced, but the pain was momentary. And nothing compared to the look of wonder in Kian’s eyes.
Forcing myself to continue breathing, I slid my finger along Kian’s lip, painting it red. His tongue darted out, licking along the trail I’d left. And then his lips closed around my digit, sucking deeply.
I cried out. It was as if he’d closed those lips around the most sensitive part of me. I arched into him again, wanting more. Kian sucked again, harder this time, nearly making my knees buckle.
He tore his mouth from my finger, my blood, and his eyes searched mine. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this, Kian. I want to know what it feels like with you. What it is to lose myself in you.”
A growl emanated from his chest, the vibrations cascading over me in waves. He dipped his head for a moment, and I thought he might bite me then and there. Instead, his teeth sank into my shirt, tearing a slit.
A second later, Kian gripped both sides of the tear and ripped it right down the middle. His eyes turned hooded as his gaze dropped to my chest, the purple blazing. “No bra?”
I tugged my lip between my teeth. “I was in my comfies.”
“I fucking love whatever the hades comfies are.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond because Kian’s head dipped again. This time, he tugged my nipple between his lips and sucked it deep. I gripped his shoulders as my whole world tilted on its axis, my nails digging into his shoulders. Desperation coursed through me.
Kian’s tongue swirled around my tight bud, then his teeth grazed my tender flesh. I couldn’t help the cry that left my lips. He broke away. “Too much?”
“No.” The single word was desperate—just as my body was. “More.”
Kian’s violet irises swirled. “My pleasure.” His lips were immediately back on my nipple, his tongue pulling the peak tighter. It was almost painful. As if every part of me was crying out for him. I wanted him to shatter me in every way.
His fingers trailed over my shoulder and then down to my waist, leaving a trail of that pinprick buzzing in their wake. It was like he could make my entire body sing with the barest of touches. But I didn’t want teasing and toying. I wanted it all.
“Kian,” I panted.
“Patience, Butterfly,” he murmured around my nipple, then lightly nipped the bud.
I arched farther into him, the desperation only worsening.
Kian took pity on me, sliding his hand under the waistband of my sweats and between my thighs. He growled around my breast. “Fucking soaked.”
Under normal circumstances, I might’ve been embarrassed. But I wasn’t. I didn’t give a damn about anything but Kian touching me.
His fingers parted me, gliding over that most tender flesh. My head tipped back as I tried to take in the sensations. The delicious friction. The heady buzz. I felt drunk, and I only wanted more.
“I’ll never tire of touching you. Scenting you. It’s more than I could’ve dreamed,” Kian ground out.
“Please.” There was no shame in my begging because Kian made me brave enough to be whoever I needed to be at any given moment.
His fingers moved faster, two sliding in and out. My walls fluttered around him as I tried to fight back the orgasm.
“Not yet,” he ordered.
My breaths came in quick pants as his fingers thrust deeper and then swirled. The stretch had me whimpering, my body feeling as if it were suddenly aflame.
“Fight it.” He glided in and out. “That’s my girl.”
“Kian.” The word was a plea.
“You can take it. So strong. So soft. Silk and steel.” His hand curved, the pads of his fingertips dragging down my inner walls.
It was nearly more than I could take. I bit down on his shoulder, battling to keep my fracturing at bay. Kian let loose a deafening growl, and then we were flying—not from his wings but pure air energy. His gift.
Suddenly, my back was pressed to the gym wall as Kian held me there with his magic, his fingers in the waistband of my sweats. He yanked them down, my slippers already lost. “Fucking gods,” he swore. “You’re perfect.”
“Please,” I begged.
He was on me in a flash, fingers stroking in and swirling as his mouth worked my breast. I wanted to move, to buck my hips, to give myself more of the contact I craved. I lost his mouth as he nipped the side of my breast. “This is my show, Butterfly. You will stay still, or I won’t let you come.”
Wetness rushed between my thighs.
A smile curved Kian’s beautiful mouth. “You like the idea of punishments.”
My breaths came quicker. “Maybe.”
Kian’s fingers circled inside me, stretching me. “Full of so many surprises.”
My mouth fell open as he added a third finger. “Please.”
“I love the sound of begging in my ears. Maybe I’ll go easy on you this time.” Kian’s hand was gone then, and he stepped back to shuck his pants.
There he stood, taking me in as I was still pinned to the wall. He stroked his thick cock once, twice, a bead of precum forming at the tip. He was power and raw masculinity, but he was still beautiful.
Kian strode toward me in two long strides. “Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“Ready,” I breathed.
He didn’t wait. Kian slammed into me with a power that had tears sliding free from my eyes. His air gift let up the barest amount, letting me move against him, arch into him. As I did, I caught movement at the door. A figure with agony in his amber eyes.