She set the honey aside, then slowly licked every bit of it from his skin. He writhed in blissful pleasure as she laved him. Her tongue delved into his navel, making him even harder for her.
She laughed low in her throat as she looked up at him from his lower abdomen. Then she moved up his chest with one long lick that culminated at his Adam's apple. Hissing, he leaned his head back to give her greater access to his neck, and when she lightly bit his skin, chills shot through him.
"Amanda," he breathed.
Smiling at him, she left the bed and grabbed a small bowl.
Amanda didn't know where her boldness came from. Never had she behaved this way, but she wanted to save Kyrian at any cost. Besides, something strange was happening to her as she did this for him. It was as if some part of her were gaining its freedom.
Shaking the thought off, she dipped her fingers into the bowl of whipped cream, then brought them to his lips. She traced the outline of that poetic mouth with her thumb.
Kyrian licked the whipped cream from his lips as Amanda straddled his waist. Oh, the feel of her wetness on him. It drove him wild. And when she moved, grinding herself against his swollen shaft, he thought he would die from the pleasure of it.
"Let me feed you, Commander," she whispered, then slowly she used her finger to feed him the whipped cream.
Kyrian swallowed as his emotions swirled. She was re-enacting Valerius's cruelty. But there was no pain from her. Only an ecstasy he'd never known before.
Locking gazes with her, he offered her a tentative smile.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"Because I care for you."
"Why?"
"Because you are the most wonderful man I have ever known. Granted, you're stubborn and infuriating, but you're also kind, strong, and giving. And you make me feel so..."
He arched a brow.
Amanda sat back and eyed him. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"
"What?" he asked innocently.
"That look."
Kyrian frowned. "What look?" He tried to reach for her, then remembered his restraints. How odd that he could have forgotten them.
Amanda dipped her head down to kiss him.
Kyrian moaned at the feel of her lips on his, of her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, carrying with it the taste of whipped cream.
She pulled back. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then you're going to love this."
He watched as she scooted down his body, then took the whipped cream and made him a loincloth with it. Her fingers grazed his erection as the cool cream coated him.
Kyrian moaned at the sensation that sent heat all over his body.
Amanda nudged his legs apart and stared down at her handiwork.
She locked gazes with him, then laid her body down at his feet and took his sac gently into her mouth.
He growled at the feel of her tongue licking the tenderest part of his body. Her mouth closed around him as her tongue swirled, licking and delving as she worked her way to the other side, where she sucked him in tenderly and rolled her tongue around him.
Kyrian clenched the ties on his hands as waves of pleasure racked him. Nothing had ever felt better than her mouth on him or her tongue darting over his skin.
When she was through licking the cream from his sac, she started on his shaft. Kyrian strained against the ties as she closed her mouth around him, all the while watching him watch her.
She dropped her head down to tease the tip of his shaft with her tongue. His breath caught as she swirled her tongue around the tip, then took his entire length into her mouth. His head swam from pleasure while her hand stroked him from underneath.
He hissed and jerked at how incredibly good she felt. Instinctively, he arched his back, sending himself deeper into her mouth. She didn't protest.
Kyrian moaned as he felt the animal in him awaken. He craved her with blind obsession. "Amanda," he said, his voice hoarse and ragged. "I want to taste you."
She lapped at him, then raised her head to look at him. "Taste me how?"
His breathing intensified as she scaled his body.
She straddled his waist, braced her hands on his ribs, and looked down at him. "Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, her cheeks blushing at her words.
As he looked at her, he felt her emotions. She was scared and unsure, but wanted to help him at any cost. Touched more deeply than he should be, Kyrian licked his lips. "I want to feel your breasts," he said raggedly.
"Like this?" she asked as she cupped them for him.
The sight of her hands on herself, clutching her breasts, made him moan. "Yes," he gasped. "And I want to taste them."
Smiling at him, she held her breast to his parted lips.
Kyrian strained against the ties as he took her swollen nipple into his mouth and tasted her. Her blissful murmurs of pleasure filled his ears, spurring him on.
He pulled at the ties, shredding the fabric more.
She laughed evilly. "If you free yourself, Kyrian, then I get dressed and we stop. Is that what you want?"
He shook his head and relaxed his arms.
"Then what else do you want?"
"You." The heartfelt word poured out of his lips before he could stop it.
"Me?" she asked, her face hopeful.
Unable to lead her on when he knew there was no future for them, he added, "I want to be inside you."
He felt her pang of disappointment and it cut him deeply. "Amanda-"
"Shh," she said, placing her hand over his lips. "I am all yours," she whispered as she impaled herself on his swollen shaft.
Kyrian closed his eyes at the incredible feel of her wetness sliding down the length of him.
Amanda leaned forward and captured his lips with hers as she rode him hard and slow. She nuzzled his neck with her lips and felt his moan against her tongue as she quickened her strokes.
She could feel him writhing as she rotated her hips against him.
He leaned his head back and growled like a caged beast. He braced his feet against the mattress and pressed his hips up, driving himself even deeper into her.
When Amanda came, she screamed from the force of it.
She felt Kyrian go ramrod stiff.
"Don't move," he hissed.
She obeyed without question as he clenched his eyes shut and ground his teeth. His body trembled beneath hers and she saw more sweat beading on his forehead.
After a minute, he let out an elongated breath. He opened his eyes and stared at her. "Now can I get free?"
She nodded as she realized he still hadn't come. He had fought it with all his strength.
Even though she understood why, a part of her was hurt to realize he didn't trust her enough.
Stop that ! she snapped at herself. What kind of selfish stupidity is that? He needs his powers.
Now more than ever.
Startling her, Kyrian easily ripped the fabric of the ties and freed his hands. Immediately, he gathered her into his arms and held her close. "Thank you, sweeting," he said, kissing her softly.
She smiled at him. "My pleasure."
He laughed at that and settled her down to lie by his side. He spooned up behind her and held her as if he were afraid to let go.
It wasn't long before he fell asleep. His hot breath fell against her bare shoulder.
Amanda reveled in it and hoped that because of what she'd done tonight, he would survive his next confrontation with Desiderius.
Amanda came awake to the sound of the phone ringing. Pulling back from Kyrian, she realized they were lying entwined. Her face flamed as she recalled what she had done with him. Never had she been so unabashed and yet with him she didn't mind.
Sliding out of his arms, she grabbed the phone in Esmeralda's room. "Hello?"
It was Esmeralda. "Mandy, thank goodness you're still there. My car broke down. I'm on the side of the road. Any chance you can come pick me up?"
"Sure."
She jotted down the location, then took a quick shower and went back to the guest room to dress.
She leaned over Kyrian and kissed his cheek. As she pulled away, he grabbed her. "Where are you going?"
"To pick up Essie."
"It's not safe."
"It's broad daylight. I'm fine."
She saw the reluctance in his eyes. "How long to sundown?"
"Hours still."
"All right, but come right back."
"Yes, sir, Commander, sir."
"You're not funny."
She kissed him on the lips and left.
Kyrian woke up a short time later. Getting up, he saw his wounds were almost all gone.
He unwrapped the bloody bandages and tossed them into the small wastebasket by the door.
"Amanda?" he called at the door.
No one answered. He listened for sounds in the house and only silence greeted him.
She must not be back yet.
Grabbing his clothes, he went to the bathroom.
It didn't take long to shower, shave, and change. Once clean, he made his way slowly back to the room. He paused at the door as he caught sight of Amanda. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a black sweater that hugged those curves he loved to feast on.
Her hair down, she looked luscious.
He walked up behind her silently while she was examining the trash can.
Without speaking, he dipped his head down to nibble her neck. No sooner had he brushed her skin with his lips than he caught her scent.
This wasn't Amanda.
It was Tabitha.