Or so he thought. “Kael!” Lyra cried again, her voice raw with need, her entire body quaking. Inside the suite, every detail screamed opulence. Kael’s grip in her hair tightened as his control began to slip, his head tipping back against the glass, eyes fluttering shut. But that wasn’t the life either of them was made for. “Look at you,” Kael said, his voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Just like that.”
Her body melted into his as the aftershocks left her trembling, her head falling back onto the pillow, hair splayed out in a dark halo. The power, the control, the way he could bend her to his will and leave her utterly wrecked. “Look,” he murmured, his voice a husky growl as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. Her arms slid around his torso, and she pressed her lips to the bare skin of his back, her warmth seeping into him. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes lingering on her. The sensation sent a low groan rumbling through him, but he kept his eyes on the window for a moment longer, savoring both the view of the bustling spaceport below and the warmth of her mouth enveloping him.
