Chapter 22 Kyzen
Kyzen
The desire burning through my blood for the goddess beneath me may be unhealthy.
I crave every piece of her.
I want her to come as undone as I am from her words. They have my mind and my heart spiraling.
That same sour feeling I told her I felt swirling through my stomach when my father assigned me my role, roared to life when she opened up.
I watched her face contort and twist in self-hatred, worthlessness, and shame. The weight of her guilt, what she was feeling, pressed on my chest with suffocating pressure.
Every part of me—mind, body, and soul—hated it.
The need to tell her my truth overwhelmed me. I couldn’t stand to just sit there and listen to her beat herself up when she’s the last person to blame for what’s going on.
I’ve beaten myself to a pulp for years over everything I’ve done.
I refuse to let her do that to herself.
There’s still so much I want to tell her. Especially now that the small amount of fear I had about how she may look at me after I was honest is gone. I’ve had to take so many steps to get myself where I am, and I still slide right back into the old mentality of shutting down completely.
I’m continuously working on it, though.
More so now than ever. Because of her.
I want her to know, in the fighting rings, I really wanted to kill every single person in there for witnessing what was happening to her and didn’t do anything about it.
The dark void in my mind whispered all the ways I’d slice the pieces of shit up. I had myself convinced there for a second, that’s the side of me that belongs in charge.
Fuck compromise, compassion, and appreciating what I have. If I just gave in, I could destroy all of Hellveilious in a matter of hours. It’d solve Creed’s problems, and I’d never have to worry about her being dragged to that place ever again.
My mind only grew quiet when I heard her voice.
My vision tunneled and all I saw was her face. The worry she had was for me, not because of me.
She’s the only reason I snapped myself out of it.
She was all I cared about.
All I felt when she wrapped her hands around me.
Just like they’re wrapping around me now.
My lips brand a pattern down her neck and the touch of her fingers sears into my skin. I can’t help but grind my hips into her.
“Kyzen,” she moans, and I hum, wrapping my lips around her nipple.
Fuck, the way she breathes my name is intoxicating.
I can’t wait to have that sweet mouth of hers wrapped around me, gagging my name as I come down her throat.
That glorious experience won’t be happening right now, though, and I haven’t let her do it to me despite the number of times she’s tried.
I told myself when I ate her out in her shower for the first time, I was going to do it as much as possible. Once she starts shoving my head in her pussy, begging for my tongue, then I’ll know every bad experience she’s ever had with that is gone.
Her bad experience with foreplay in general needs to be erased.
My little goddess thinks she hides herself well from me, but she doesn’t. She’s said and done small things that lead me to believe she’s given head out of being told to or out of expectation.
Not because she really wanted to.
I don’t expect her to suck my cock.
I want her to want it.
I want her drooling over it the same way my mouth waters when I think about running my tongue from her core to her clit.
Her hips lift off the bed as I lay a kiss on the inside of her thigh and a smirk crosses my lips.
She’s getting there.
Soon enough, she’ll be gripping my hair.
Putting me where she wants me.
Her cries echo in my ears until her thighs wrap around my head. I push them back down and spread her open.
“Keep them open for me, gorgeous. I need to taste every drop of you.”
She throws her head back, stuttering fuck, but she does as she’s told. I kiss the back of her hand as she holds her thighs open for me, then I dive back in like the starved man I am.
I’ll never get enough of her. Any part of her.
Yeah, the sex is fucking mind-blowing, but so are our conversations, our teasing, our jokes, and our quiet moments.
Burying myself between her thighs just enhances all of that.
My power pours from me and I add pressure against her clit with the pad of my tongue. I tease her with hollow, agonizingly slow pumps of my fingers, grinning against her flesh as her pussy tries to suck me deeper.
Her breaths grow deep, ragged.
Her moans are long, drawn out.
The begs sluggishly falling from her lips have my dick swelling painfully in my pants. Fuck, to drag out her pleasure is just as delicious as racing to the finish and watching her dive headfirst off the cliff.
I change the speed of time and plunge two fingers in her at once. Her orgasm erupts all over my mouth and hand.
I don’t waste a drop.
My fingers curl once more before I pull them free from her and a hum from the back of my throat vibrates against her, pulling another cry from her lips.
Her trembling legs slam closed as I sit up, but I chuckle, nudging them back open with my hips as I slide my pants down.
“Done already?”
If she is, that’s okay. With her taste lingering in my mouth and the sight of her spread out underneath me, I can make myself come in just a couple pumps.
Her dilated eyes widen as she watches me drag my hand up and down my dick.
“No. Fuck no. But don’t tease me, Kyzen. I need you.”
Fuck me.
Say less, little goddess.
I line myself up and slam deep inside of her. My hands grip her hips to hold her in place as she cries out and wraps her legs around me.
My lids drift shut as I savor the way she clamps around me, begging for more.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
A gasping moan escapes her. “Amick.”
My eyes fly open and narrow on her. “Wrong name, Thayla.”
She shakes her head, but she isn’t looking at me.
I peer over my shoulder and cuss as I snatch the blanket around me. “For fuck’s sake, Amick. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I was coming to check on the two of you. Don’t let me distract you.”
I stare at him. “You are distracting us. Why are you just standing there?”
“As I said, I was coming to check on the two of you. Yemi sent a letter saying she was staying at her home and she’s okay. I figured Thayla wanted to know that. I was waiting and not interrupting.”
I sigh heavily and lay my forehead against Thayla’s chest. Her rapid heartbeat pounds against me. When I pick myself up and look at him, he isn’t paying me a lick of attention.
“You can’t walk in on something like this, then stay and watch without anyone knowing you’re there, Amick.”
He finally tears his gaze from her. “Well, now you know. May I stay and watch?”
“What? Fuck n—”
My words are cut off with a grunt as Thayla clenches me so hard it steals the pissed off breath from my lungs.
The shock and desire written across her flushed face are just as surprising for me as it is for her.
“You want him to stay?”
“I…”
I can’t help but buck my hips when she clenches me again and my own groan mingles with the small one that slips from her.
“Fuck…yeah, she wants you to stay.”
“Wonderful. Carry on then, please.”
I shake my head. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Are you?” She pants.
I glance at Amick, but once again, he doesn’t give a fuck about me. His focus is zeroed in on her. Every breath she takes, he measures. Every time her fingers dig deeper into the sheets, he notices.
There’s no doubt in my mind he craves to be intimate with her just as I am. He may not know exactly how to go about initiating it.
She’s more than curious about this as well.
Her walls continue to tighten around me. The fact that I’m buried inside of her while her other boyfriend is watching has her body reacting in a way she’s never experienced.
Fuck. Once again, never in my life would I have ever thought I’d be in a situation like this.
“Yeah, I am. Let him watch you fall apart for me.”
I shift my hips and slam into her. Her eyes flutter and Amick mindlessly moves forward.
For a couple strokes, I pull back until my cock nearly slips out, then I push back in, working her up over and over. Her cries of pleasure are a mixture of frustration and desire.
Her hands claw at my chest, and her heels dig into my ass, trying to make me do what she wants me to do. Her wild gaze bounces from me to him as he finally moves all the way to the edge of the bed.
“I…” she stutters between her moans. “Don’t know who to focus on.”
“Yourself, Mysenta. Close your eyes.”
Amick’s words are a soft but commanding whisper and she does as he says with no hesitation.
Everything about her body language intensifies.
Her moans grow louder, and her hips come off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust as she gives in to the sensation of being fucked and watched.
Amick observes her so fiercely, there’s no way she doesn’t feel the weight of his fixation. It’s like he’s witnessing art come to life.
His finger hovers over her hard nipple, but he pulls it back and looks at me. His gaze asks for permission.
The small, nagging voice that was in the back of my mind whispering that he was taking over my moment completely silences.
He isn’t taking over anything.
He wants to learn about her body. Be included.
I nod and his finger grazes her.
Bone-deep tremors pass through her.
My hips pump faster as his hands leave gentle caresses across her skin. The simple touches paired with my erratic thrusts are working her into a frenzy that I don’t think he’s even aware of.
Her nails dig into my forearms, and he cocks his head to the side.
With no warning, he grips her nipple between his thumb and finger and pinches, sending her spiraling into another release.
One so strong, I can’t hold off the heat spreading up my spine.
I have enough thought to shove my power out toward her and slow down the moment so he can see the perfection that carves into her face when she comes undone.
How every worry, fear, doubt, and anything else escapes her completely in this moment.
It’s a fucking masterpiece.