He lets out a low chuckle. Gods, he’s infuriatingly beautiful, and he’s entirely mine. He stretches his arm. His aspiers uncoil to stillness before he places them on the nightstand. He reaches for Scar, and she does the same. Then his ravenous eyes are back on me.
Without looking away, he kneels in front of me. My breath hitches, and my hands freeze at my sides. Slowly, he parts my knees, kissing right above the bone. “Above my name,” he whispers, then another kiss a little higher. “Above my House.” Another kiss in the middle of my inner thigh. “Above my aspiers.”
I gasp, but he doesn’t stop, and kisses me again, so, so close.
“Above my life.” His breath grazes my delicate skin, and I shudder… from both his admission and the ache his lips lit within me. My heart drums against my chest, and I know that if he stops touching me right now, it will give out.
Right before he reaches the sensitive spot between my legs, his eyes meet mine, and he smirks. “Above my God.” Fuck. His head dips, and he kisses me there.
A desperate moan escapes my lips, but he doesn’t rush. Every flick of his tongue sends my body close to the edge, ready to explode, but he recoils, teasing me, testing my self-control. My fingers curl into the soft bedding, and I lose myself further in the quiet demand of his mouth.
“Sylas.” I’m breathless, caught in the ecstasy of the moment.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he quickens his pace. There’s an urgency in the movement of his lips now, a purpose to every curl of his tongue. He kisses me with more intensity, and pleasure builds and builds until it crests through me. My body shivers, my legs freeze and then go limp.
Sylas trails kisses along my stomach as he moves back up. He pauses in the middle of my sternum, then moves right. I hold my breath. His tongueruns over one nipple, and I cry out in sheer despair of him. He swallows my cry with a kiss, and the taste of me on his lips sends me into a frenzy.
He pushes himself up, bracing his arms on the sides of my head as he searches my eyes for something. I think he finds it because he smiles.
Heat pulses between my thighs, and I run my hands down the lean muscles of his back, settling at his waist. My hands fiddle with the strings of his pants. His breath hitches—I know how he feels, because I feel it, too. The raw anticipation and the fear, the quiet reminder of everything the bond changed between us.
“Let me.” I thread my fingers through his hair, and lock his lips in another kiss, pushing the soft linen down with my feet.
“Vi?” My name is a prayer on his lips, a silent plea that I am eager to answer. I arch my hips into him and loop my legs around his waist. He holds himself up with one hand, and the other laces with mine. He lowers my hand until my fingers wrap around the length of him.
I gasp. “I… I’m not on—”
He pauses, his shallow breath fanning my cheeks. “Aspier venom acts as contraceptive.”
I don’t look away, and I guide him inside me. A small frown knots his eyebrows. He searches my eyes for approval as he pushes himself in, inch by inch. And every time, I surrender. My heart is no longer mine; it beats in tandem with his. Pure, unbridled pleasure coils at my abdomen, begging for release.
I hook my legs tighter, giving him a gentle push. His pupils widen, and he lets out a low, achy groan in submission. “Is this… are you…” He swallows hard.
“Yes,” I breathe.
The first thrust is bliss, the second one makes me question my name, and the third one unwinds a feral need for more. More this, more him, more us. He moves against me so gently, keeping himself propped with a hand so I don’t feel his weight. But right now, I don’t need care. I need him to send me over the edge. Again and again and again.
“Do your worst, Archyr.” I grin, running my hands through his soft hair.
He raises his eyebrows. “Careful what you ask for, Corvi.”
Then he’s kissing me again, his body moving with the kiss. The rhythm of his thrusts takes me so close to release and brings me down almost immediately. By his smirk, I know he’s taking his time to completely ruinme. His free hand palms my breast, pulling and pinching, as he works me to madness. My nails dig into his back, begging for mercy.
“Please.” The word comes out in a strangled moan.
He laughs and kisses below my ear, moving at a steady pace. I tighten my legs around his waist, and he picks me up, turns us around, and lies down so I’m on top of him. He holds my waist and works me up and down until I’m screaming out his name. I’ve never felt anything like this. Euphoria. He’s breaking me and putting me back together again. Gods, now that I’ve had a taste of him, how do I exist without him?
I frown when his movements slow, but I don’t protest. Catching my breath, I fold on top of him, our bodies pressed together.
“Tired?” His fingers trail up and down my spine, and it ignites a second wave of crushing desire within me.
“Never of you…” I kiss his neck, suckling on the most sensitive part, right above where Raiek sits. His grip on me grows firmer, his moves are deeper, slower. My lips drag to his jaw, kissing the length of his scar.
“You’re made for me.” He sighs.
The surging desire crashes low in my belly. I am a mess in his arms, my body shuddering with a release bigger than my previous one. He gives me a few seconds to catch my breath, then he’s moving again, pressing deeper inside me, thrusting like it’s his life’s purpose. And I wantmore.
And he gives me more. He flips me around again, his strong body wrapped around me. I close my eyes, lost in the warmth of his lips all over me. “You should’ve warned me,” he says, breathless. His hips shift, thrusting hard again, making me forget how to speak.