Chapter 25
LYRA
Why hadn’t I expected Terran to make good on his promise?
It was only when one of my favorite gowns lay on the floor, the fastenings unusable after he quite literally ripped it from my body, that I understood the intensity of what was about to happen.
And I welcomed it. Every moment.
Perhaps I shouldn’t. Terran was a Gyorian prince.
And I was a woman who had trained for multiple lifetimes, in human terms, to overcome the will of warriors.
Men who would subjugate me, or attempt it.
The very idea of obeying a command from anyone but my king or queen, and now Aetheria’s princess, should have appalled me.
Instead, I’d had the most glorious orgasm of my long life. One that would certainly be impossible to match.
Or perhaps not.
“You’ve stripped me bare,” I said as Terran removed my corset. “But stand before me, fully clothed.”
“If you want something Lyra, ask.”
That tone. One Terran never used in our regular speech but had reserved for the bedchamber. At least with me. I was certain the commandment in his voice was learned from years of practice leading his men.
“I want you,” I said, knowing anything other than full honesty would only lead to me being deprived.
A half-moan, half-growl escaped him as Terran did exactly as I asked. First, his boots. And then one by one, he shed his clothing, leaving me to stare at what could only be described as the most perfect specimen of immortal I’d ever seen.
Every bit of him. Including his extremely hard evidence that I wasn’t the only one aroused.
“Now get into my bed, on your hands and knees.”
Brought out of my stupor by his words, I began to argue them.
“It’s one thing too—”
My words were cut off as he finished undressing and lunged for me.
Grasping the back of my hair, Terran pulled me into him for a brutally delicious kiss, one I hadn’t expected.
His tongue explored as it had done earlier, deep and sensual, a dance that could make me forget everything, including things I should not.
His hold on me was firm, though not overly so.
But just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, Terran let go.
“Get into my bed, on your hands and knees. Now.”
It was a command meant to be obeyed, and I did. Scrambling to the bed, unusually shier than I’d even been with a man before, my timidness having been shed many moons ago, I positioned myself as he’d asked.
Remaining there, vulnerable and more than a bit aroused, I heard no sounds behind me. Turning my head, I wished I hadn’t. Terran stalked to the bed as if I was his prey. He was in full command, and I shuddered at the sight of him, whipping my head back.
The bed sank under his weight. Though I could sense him behind me, Terran didn’t touch me. I thought of how he’d stilled his fingers, and then removed them.
Please don’t torture me like that again.
He didn’t hear my silent pleas, of course. Just as I was about to peek back at him, his hand connected on my right ass cheek. A slap, for certain. One that startled more than pained me, though there was no doubt a red mark would remain, at least temporarily.
I did look back at him then. Terran knelt at my feet, dominant.
Glorious.
“Was that for any particular reason?”
“Next time, when I ask you to get into the bed, do it. The first time.”
Another shudder.
My heart thudded as I dropped my head down just as Terran’s hand covered both ass cheeks.
He used them, and his thumbs, to spread me wide.
And that’s when I felt his tongue. At first, just one long lick, Terran reaching my pussy more easily than he should have for such a large man, at that angle.
Another lick, but this time, instead of removing his mouth, he circled his tongue. Teasing. Taunting.
Playing with me.
I grabbed the coverlet in sweet anguish, crying out his name.
In response, Terran seemed to redouble his efforts, as if nothing in Elydor mattered more than what he was doing. The response he attempted to elicit.
And then his hand joined in.
I lifted myself as he fingered me. Licked me.
Destroyed any resistance I had to hold on. When I came this time, I didn’t think to hold anything back. I screamed his name, thankful there were no others nearby.
“By the Winds,” I cried as wave after wave of pleasure took over.
When he pulled away, I thought Terran was taunting me again. Instead, he flipped me over and positioned himself between me.
“I’m still—”
“I know,” he said, holding himself with one hand and me open with the other. I wanted him inside me with an intensity that was beyond frightening. When he entered me, the final ebbs of my orgasm mixing with the fullness of him, I grabbed both arms.
Pulled Terran into me.
Thrust my hips to meet him.
It was as if something had taken possession of my body which was frantic with the desire to have him release as powerfully as I just had. Arching my back and giving him a full display of my breasts, I smiled when he groaned and began to pump into me harder.
In and out, we rode the new wave together.
Our bodies were made to be joined.
“Lyra,” he bellowed. “I need you to—”
When he tried to put his hand between us, I pulled him onto me. While it was true, if he played with me now, it would be easier to come. But I didn’t care about that. Or anything other than Terran experiencing what I just had.
He kissed me, thrusting hard. I was so wet, he was easy to take, even at this pace. I bucked my hips to meet him, the bed rattling under our weight.
My nails dug into his flesh. Terran buried himself so deeply, it was a wonder I didn’t split into two. And then he pulled away from our kiss, looked at me and made a sound so guttural, so… Gyorian, that I might have come again.
It was difficult to tell when one of us ended and the other began. He held me, and I clung back. Breathing as heavily as him. We stayed that way for a long time. So long, that it became almost more… intimate, than our joining.
When he did pull away, lifting his weight that Terran had carefully controlled with his arm, otherwise I might have easily been crushed, it wasn’t far. His face was inches from my own.
“Lyra.” His tone could not have been more different than before. No longer commanding, but just the opposite. His jaw was set, the muscles in his jaw flexing nearly as hard as the one in his arm that supported him.
“Say it.”
This time, it was me who commanded.
I knew what he would say. But this time was different. Not a phrase tossed out in the heat of passion or a way to reward me for obeying him.
His struggle to get the words out, after what we’d just shared, told me it was much, much more.
Terran looked into my eyes.
“Voren vel’kora.” His voice was as gentle as it had ever been toward me.
I lifted my head and kissed him. It was a kiss unlike the others, underscoring his words.
Pulling back, I laid my head back on the bed.
“Vel’kora dra’ven.”