The long, hard fingers of Kieran's right hand slipped forward and cupped Hazel's breast. She sucked in a sharp breath.
"Kieran....!" She exclaimed.
"Feel how your body warms to my touch," he said. Lifting her hair, he kissed the pale crevice beneath it, causing heat to pool in his own body.
Slowly, his hand wandered down her body, taking every bit of her inch by inch. He began to move to her knees, slowly pushing her dress up.
Every alarm bell in Hazel's head was going off now. Every single fiber of her being was screaming at her to step back and force Kieran out of this room, and out of her life. But Hazel stayed put, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin.
Her eyelids fluttered shut as his tongue found her belly button. She convulsively gripped his shoulders, aching for him to move further down. How she sorely missed his mouth on her body, his touch!
This man was fire, but she was ready to be burned in his flames.
Kieran was still trailing kisses down Hazel's tummy when she reached down and pulled him up by the shoulders. Her head swooped down, and her mouth captured his in a rough, searing assault that took his breath away.
Like her touch, meant to shock and arouse him, there was no subtlety to the savage kiss. Her lips ground against his, her thick hair tickling his jaw. Suddenly, Hazel got a flashback of the first time they had kissed, on the front porch of his pack house.
The same day she had first appeared in his life.
The same day he had taken her heart and held it since then.
Kieran thrust his tongue between her teeth, plunging deeply. He raised both hands and hooked them in her hair, dragging her head back, taking the kiss deeper, darker, devouring her.
Then, when her head was swimming and her bones felt as if they were melting from the inside out, the devastating kiss ended as swiftly as it had started. Kieran pulled back, and she saw that he was a little scared to continue. He didn't want to drown himself in her again, at least not today.
"Don't stop," she murmured, tugging his shirt away from his body until they slipped down his arms.
Then she pulled him closer with the waistband of his trousers. She slipped her other hand down his chest and gently cupped his throbbing erection. "Not yet."
Kieran's hands gripped the soft fabric of her underwear slip. Her flesh, made cool by the chilly breeze spilling from the bedroom window, was softer.
He slipped up, cupping her thighs. Then he closed her eyes, whether to shut her out or concentrate on his touch on her skin, she didn't know. All she knew was that he was the most desirable man she'd ever met, and he fascinated her in ways too complex to attempt to decipher. Her body felt like a rocket about to explode on the launchpad.
Kieran was utterly beautiful, standing there shirtless.
And she was ready to explode just looking at him.
Hazel leaned forward and showered his face with healing kisses, sprinkled them along his jaw, and lingered around the corner of his mouth.
What she was doing was all shades of wrong, but Hazel didn't stop. She never knew how to stop when it came to Kieran.
Kieran turned his head and caught her lips, fitted his hands on the small of her back. God, he tasted wonderful, she thought, savoring the flavor of his misty lips against her tongue. She kept lapping him up, as though she was a desert and he was the water she desperately needed.
Knowing what he wanted—what he needed—she upped the intensity of the kiss, slid her hands down his chest, then back up again, over his neck and into his hair. An arrow of heat landed in his groin, stirring his dick beneath her.
Hazel groaned into his mouth—the sound desperate and erotic—and wriggled against him, rocking her hips forward to catch the ridge of his arousal. A sweet sigh stuttered out of her mouth and into his. He cupped her rump and smiled against her lips as his hands kneaded her butt.
"Wow, wow, Miss Hazel," he murmured. "I see you missed me sorely."
Somehow, they found their way to the bed, semi-naked. Somehow, they managed to peel off the last of their clothes. And somehow, all of this felt right to Hazel.
Hazel collapsed on the bed and leaned her shoulder against the headboard. She opened her eyes for a moment, then glanced up at Kieran, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white skin, his strong hands holding on to her thighs, and his mouth doing miraculous things to her long-deprived body.
She knew she'd been without a lover after him, but hadn't realized how lonely she'd been, how empty she'd felt until Kieran had possessed her. His arms holding, his hands caressing and his mouth giving to her in ways she'd never experienced before.
And without warning, Kieran leans down and dipped into her pussy.
"Fuck!" She gasped.
This was the third time he'd be doing this to her, yet, it felt so new that she felt her eye roll to the back of her head in pleasure.
The delicate licks of his tongue were suddenly replaced by bold strokes that made her feel warm and cherished, yet uncontrollably aroused. Each lap was designed to take her higher, closer, and she held onto the bed for support, trying desperately to control the waves rushing through her at lightning speed. But there was no controlling the inevitable, no controlling Kieran.
In the part of her mind that wasn't populated by thoughts of Kieran, she managed to remind herself to stay silent. Zelda could hear her!
Passion enveloped her, and as she rolled her head to the side, a long, drawn-out groan escaping her throat, she caught a glimpse in the mirror right beside her.
She saw in erotic detail, Kieran between her legs, holding her thighs apart, his head dipped in between, worshiping her body in ways no man had ever cared enough to do before. The sight was all it took to send her over the edge.
She shut her eyes and gave herself up to the sensation, to the need he had created. And just as the first wave hit, encompassing her body in shuddering bliss, she felt the slide of him inside her, one finger filling the space, his thumb pressing hard and deep on exactly the right spot, increasing the magic and prolonging the explosive climax he'd given to her.
When the wave of her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes to find him hovering above her again. Although he'd satisfied her in one way, in another she was still aroused, still felt an emptiness only he could fill. She felt free to indulge those yearnings and give back to him at the same time.
And he obliged her.
"Ever since you woke up in my bed, I knew you wanted me this way," he murmured, pressing his dick against her groin. Hazel could not utter a single word, for fear of shattering this moment.
"Hold still," he whispered.
Her gaze fell to his erection that pressed between their bodies, and Hazel sucked in a sharp breath.
"What?" Kieran asked with a mocking chuckle. "You're not seeing my erection for the first time, are you?"
Hazel blinked as she recalled the first time she saw him this unclad. She had given a blowjob that particular day but no matter how much they stayed together, he'd never really done more than pleasuring to her
"No," Hazel whispered. And that was all she could utter before he slipped into her.
He glided the rest of the way, pushing hard and moving deep. Hazel gasped painfully and he stopped. "You're still undefiled?" Kieran asked in disbelief and she managed a curt nod. He stopped, letting her adjust perfectly to his size before moving within her. Hazel watched the play of emotions cross his striking face.
But it was only the beginning of his trip. She raised her hips and rolled her pelvis beneath him, and when her feminine mound came in direct contact with his abdomen, she let out a cry, part sigh, part moan.
Slowly, they began to move, their bodies syncing in harmony. Kieran thrust into her with all the energy of a true alpha, his body moving above hers.
Her palm came into contact with his chest as a mixture feeling of pain and pleasure hit her hard but instead of pushing him away, she curled her fingers into his flesh and dragged him closer. Soon, their movements became faster, as the both of them pushed towards their orgasm.
Hazel came first, with a force that sent her body knocking into the headboards. When Kieran released into her, she held onto his shoulders, capturing his silent shudders.
They stayed that way for several seconds before Kieran suddenly rolled away from her body. Hazel was so surprised by the sudden movement that she sat up, staring at him.
"Kieran...." She called out as she watched him put on his clothes, her voice nothing but a plea. A plea for him to stay with her.
As though he was reading her thoughts, he shook his head slowly. "You know I can't," he murmured.
"Why?" Hazel whispered. Where had all her resolve gone?
Kieran stiffened, then stared at her dead in the eye. His lips parted, as though he was about to say something. Then he shook his head quickly, turned, and dashed out of the open window, blending into the moonless night.