Chapter 15 Kieran #2
“Niz—” I began to warn as my hands tightened on the balcony.
His thumbs slid across the tops of my thighs. “Let go over the railing, My Fire. You’re not allowed to hold onto anything but me,” he said softly.
My eyes widened. “What? Why?”
“You heard me.” His voice was steady and rumbling through the quiet night. “No railing. No wings. Just me as I bury myself inside of you.”
My wings twitched inside of my skin at the order, the instinct to brace against the air automatic, but I forced them still. Even as the idea made adrenaline lick at the edges of my nerves, I could see it in his face: this wasn’t a game for him. This was intentional.
Perhaps to show I could give up the control I was holding onto so tightly with everything going on around us.
I could play this game.
My hands lifted slowly and came to rest lightly on his shoulders.
“There,” I murmured, the word barely a breath. “Happy?”
He didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he dropped to his knees.
My eyes widened as his intention became clear. He expected me to trust him as he devoured me at the same time.
He settled between my legs and drew them over his shoulders with practiced ease. My whole body tilted slightly from the shift in weight, balance tipping forward, but his hands locked around my thighs in a firm, protective grip.
The sudden rush of vulnerability sent a tremble through me.
My hand slid into his hair, the other curling instinctively over his shoulder, anchoring me to him.
He looked up from between my thighs, murmuring, “You trust me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, without hesitation.
I shifted slightly on the stone ledge beneath me, aware now of how exposed I really was as lights from other homes on the street caught in my peripheral vision.
The night air kissed my skin, and the realization crept up my spine like a warning.
I trusted him to keep me safe, but there was nothing stopping others from seeing us.
“This is…very public, though,” I murmured, eyes flicking around. “What if someone hears us? Or looks over?”
His hands tightened around my thighs, and his gaze stayed locked on mine, his voice rough as gravel and full of heat. “I hope they do,” he said. “Let them hear you fall apart for me. Let them see who makes you come undone. Let them remember that you’re mine, My Fire.”
My breath stalled, the possessiveness in his voice crackling straight through me.
I knew the likelihood of them seeing the details of this were low considering the darkness of the night, but with the illumination from the moon, stars, and light from my bedroom spilling out here, the chances weren’t at zero.
He didn’t wait for my response, instead his mouth found me in a single, devastating stroke. His tongue dragged across my pussy with aching, deliberate pressure. I gasped, spine arching, and hands tightening on him with the spark of pleasure.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me like a tremor.
Stars blurred above as my focus tunneled to him and the way he made my body sing. My legs trembled, but he held me steady—his grip firm, unyielding, reverent.
I moaned softly and his responding growl sent a new wave of heat rolling through me.
“You taste like the Creator made you just for me,” he muttered against me, voice ragged and thick with lust. “Sweet and like fire. Addictive.”
“Niz—” My voice broke, legs trembling as he sucked gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves, then flattened his tongue and licked up again. I bit down on a gasp, my fingers tangling in his vibrant hair.
He didn’t relent as my hips ached to move and reach the approaching pinnacle.
His mouth moved with a kind of hunger that bordered on worship.
He licked again, slow and unhurried, and then circled his tongue with devastating precision, coaxing the heat that had been simmering low in my belly into something molten and urgent.
My hands fisted in his hair, trying to ground myself against the dizzying pleasure, but he didn’t even flinch. He moaned against me, the vibration ricocheting straight through my core, making my thighs quiver around his shoulders.
“Please,” I gasped, half a prayer, half a plea.
His grip on my thighs tightened just enough to hold me steady, and then he tilted his head slightly, changing the angle, the rhythm, until I felt myself breaking apart under the force of him.
His tongue circled my clit, lips sealing around it as he sucked with fevered, consuming focus.
And just when I thought I might tip over the edge, he pulled back to press his mouth lower again, his tongue teasing within my pussy, tasting and coaxing me back up to the brink.
The stars above were nothing compared to the explosion of sensation building inside me.
The cool stone beneath me no longer existed. The breeze, the night, the world—it all fell away. There was only this: his mouth, his hands, his breath hot against my skin as he worked me open with the kind of attention that made me feel like I was the center of the entire fucking universe.
Then he slipped one hand lower, easing a finger inside me, curling it just right, just perfectly, while his mouth never once faltered. The combination shattered something loose in my chest. The sound was torn from the place where language failed and only feeling remained.
The orgasm hit me hard, hot and consuming, pleasure blooming behind my eyes as my back arched and my vision blurred with starlight and tears. I clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring me to the edge of the world.
My lungs were still trying to remember how to work when I felt his mouth trail a line of slow, open-mouthed kisses up my thigh.
My fingers were tangled in his hair, barely able to loosen as he rose from his knees, the shift in his posture sending sparks of anticipation darting through my bloodstream.
When I finally managed to look at him again, he was staring at me like I’d just handed him the fucking sky.
“Mine,” he whispered roughly. “Always.”
Then, with that same fluid command of motion he leaned in, pressed a kiss to my sternum, and whispered against my skin, “Now you’re ready to take me.”
My breath caught and stars help me, the hunger in his eyes could’ve scorched the night out of the sky.
He didn’t wait for permission—not because he didn’t care, but because he already knew the answer.
My body was ready and aching, and when he lifted me into his arms again, I didn’t resist. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him carry me the short distance back into the bedroom.
The cool air vanished as we crossed the threshold, warmth swallowing us again as he laid me gently down across the mattress, his body bracketing mine.When he moved over me, when the hard, aching weight of him pressed against my inner thigh, I tensed, just barely.
Not from fear. From the sheer magnitude of what I knew was coming.
His hand found mine and laced our fingers together.
“You think you can take me?” he teased, pressing in more to prove his size.
“Yes,” I breathed out, “very much so.”
His hips shifted the head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and thick and so much it made my thighs fall wider on instinct.
“I’m going to need you to say my name this time,” he rasped, eyes burning with heat. “Say my name. Loudly. I want the entire house—the entire neighborhood—to know who’s buried inside you.”
Heat flushed up my neck at the command, my body arching against his without thinking—but my voice caught.
Not because I didn’t want to, but because the thought of being heard…
of everyone hearing was a new thought. I’d noticed how he left the balcony doors open.
This wasn’t just about the guys in our home hearing, but truly everyone that was within earshot.
His hips rolled forward an inch, just enough for the tip of him to breach me, and I gasped at the burn, at the stretch and pressure of it. My hands gripped his arms, fingers digging into muscle.
“Niz—” I whimpered, a cross between pain and pleasure.
“Louder.”
He thrusted slowly and deliberately until I felt the thick drag of him sliding further in. My body tightened around him, pleasure and pressure threading together to block out the slight sting. “Say it like you mean it. Like you belong to me.”
“Niz,” I breathed out, a little louder this time.
He stopped. Buried only halfway, his body trembling with restraint above mine as his hands braced on either side of my hips. I looked up, confused, already reaching for him again, but his mouth curved into a wicked smirk.
“Oh, no, My Fire,” he said softly. “You want to feel me entirely and to cum around my cock? Then you’ll give me what I asked for.”
He withdrew all the way out.
The sudden emptiness made my whole body cry out in protest. My thighs instinctively chased him, hips lifting off the bed, but he didn’t reward the motion. Instead, he settled just far enough out of reach to make me ache with frustration.
He leaned down, one hand coming up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
“I’ll keep you on the edge all godsdamn night,” he murmured, “until you scream it loud enough that no one in this city forgets it.”
“Niz—” I tried, panting, frustrated, already desperate to feel him again.
He shushed me with a kiss. “Not like that, but I’ll give you one more chance to feel what you’re missing.”
Then he slid in again, just the head, and held it there, hips still.
My nails scraped down his back, and I was half a second from growling in frustration when he moved again, this time thrusting in slow, shallow strokes that did nothing to push me over the edge.
They only teased and denied. He built pressure that went nowhere, an ache so sharp it bordered on unbearable.
My legs wrapped around his waist trying to force him in deeper. My hips met his rhythm, chasing friction, but he only grinned down at me, maddeningly patient.
“Say it,” he breathed against my throat. “Let them hear you.”
The next thrust had more power behind it, angled just enough to brush against something deep and perfect. My breath hitched as pleasure pulsed sharply through me.
Another thrust had my eyes fluttering as I moaned loudly now, too far gone to care. When he angled his hips again, grinding deep enough to make my toes curl, the words broke from my throat like a dam giving way.
“Niz, fuck!”
His mouth crashed down on mine in a wild, claiming kiss that stole what little air I had left.
“There she is,” he growled, voice pure fire. “There’s My Fire. Stars, you’re perfect like this. Loud, wild, and mine.”
He didn’t hold back after that. His rhythm turned relentless, every thrust driving deep, his hands anchoring my hips as he fucked me like his primal instincts were taking over.
I couldn’t think or care about anything outside of the joining of our bodies.
I felt pleasure through every inch of my tingling body with every sound he tore from my lips.
When I finally shattered beneath him again, it was with his name a scream in my mouth and stars exploding behind my eyes.
My body sagged against the bed as if my bones had melted while my heart beat in a wild, fluttering rhythm that couldn’t decide if it was overwhelmed or just… completely, utterly wrecked.
His skin was damp and hot against mine, his heart a thunderous beat beneath the lean planes of his chest.
“Still with me?” he murmured, his lips ghosting the curve of my jaw.
“Barely,” I breathed, burying my face into the side of his neck. “I think my soul might’ve left my body back there for a second.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, amusement curling through the sound. “Then my job here is done.”
His body stretched out beside mine, an arm looping beneath my shoulders, the other hand tracing lazy, featherlight circles across my lower back. The sheets were cool under my spine, but his warmth chased away any lingering chill from the night air flowing from the balcony.
A long moment passed in comfortable silence before he broke it.
“You know,” he said slowly, “I was thinking… one day, I’m going to take you in the ass.”
I choked on a laugh, shoving lightly at his shoulder. “Romantic,” I deadpanned, tilting my head toward him.
“Hey,” he grinned, unabashed. “It’ll be lovingly in the ass. A gift, really. But you’ll need to be warmed up for that kind of generosity.”
I smirked, teeth catching my bottom lip as I turned onto my side to face him more fully. “Bit too late for that if you were hoping to be first.”
He stilled.
“…What?” His voice pitched up ever so slightly, just enough to make my grin grow.
I tapped a finger to his chest. “Steele already beat you to it. Bastian said you guys were listening the other night, so I’m shocked you didn’t realize.”
Niz gasped, the sound vibrating with equal parts mock horror and wounded pride. He threw an arm dramatically across his eyes.
“Betrayal,” he groaned. “From you? With him? I thought we had something sacred.”
I laughed and his arm dropped as he shifted to hover above me again, mouth already pressing a warm trail of kisses along my neck.
“Well then,” he murmured against my skin, “I guess it’s a competition now.”
“Oh?” I asked, arching a brow as his teeth grazed the shell of my ear.
He chuckled low, wicked and promising. “Mmhm. To see who can make it the best for you. This has turned into a long game, sweetheart. May the best man win.”
“Stars, help my body,” I whispered, already breathless from the thought.
He grinned again, then kissed me slowly. A silent promise in the way his fingers tightened at my hip and his forehead tipped against mine.
In the quiet that followed, wrapped in warmth and love, I reminded myself that even in the shadow of war, there could be moments like this.
Moments that were wholly ours.
Moments where the world could wait.