[ P ] see the end in your eyes

rated M for sexual themes

That sound is like music to his ears; he smiles against her skin when Nylah gasps, proving that she isn't immune to him. "Okay," she relents, and Kieran pulls back enough to get a measure of her face, searching for symptoms of uncertainty. Instead, he's met with a coy smile that sets his heart ablaze; Nylah has never looked at him like that before, and it makes him want to kiss her senseless. But this trust is a fragile thing he's still earning, so he's careful not to overwhelm her.

Closing that scant distance between them again, he lays a kiss against the inky fur of her throat, following it with a slow roll of his tongue across her skin. His manipulation of Nylah's body is slow and methodical—he is acutely in tune with every sound she makes, every hitch in her breath, every subtle unwinding of her tense muscles. He kisses a languid path down her throat and then back up the side of her neck, nipping her ear gently before his muzzle ventures southward again.

On like that he goes, meticulously unwinding Nylah until he can reverse their positions, though when he rolls her onto her back, he doesn't cage her in with his body. He lays alongside her at first, continuing his unhurried exploration of her upper body with teasing licks and nibbles, fully intending to work her into a frenzy before he travels anywhere too scandalous. Eventually, though, he will travel further south, unwriting all those memories that existed before him until Nylah is singing his name.

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