Kyra’s POV
We didn’t speak as he carried back into the house and up the stairs. I glanced around nervously, worried soone might see us in our wet clothes, but the hallways were empty—everyone was still at Phoebe’s party.
Nathan pushed open the door to his room and locked it behind us. As soon as we were alone, he pressed against the door and kissed again, deep and hungry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, matching his intensity, my body lting into his touch.
We both wanted more. After five years apart, one encounter wasn’t nearly enough to quench our thirst for each other. When he slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, I didn’t hesitate. Any thoughts I had of teasing him vanished the mont our lips t again.
I gave myself to him completely, parting my lips to welco his tongue as it claid my mouth. The butterflies in my stomach erupted into flas as I nibbled his lower lip, earning a low, playful growl that made Sylvia stir within .
I kept my eyes closed as his kisses consud , but when I opened them, I found him already naked, his magnificent body on full display.
"I want you again," he whispered, his brown eyes burning with desire.
He tsked softly and hushed with a mix of tenderness and command, letting his mouth trail down my body. I gasped when he started kissing my neck, lingering to taste the soft skin behind my ear before working his way down—from collarbone to chest. His tongue teased my hardened nipples with deliberate flicks, sending hot pulses straight between my thighs.
He seed to know exactly how I was unraveling, because he didn’t move on until I was trembling, moaning, and pleading. Finally, he shifted lower, tracing patterns on my stomach until he reached his destination.
He knelt before , hooking my legs over his arms, never breaking eye contact as he slowly removed my underwear. Still, he showed no rcy. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, inching closer to my center only to pull away at the last second.
"Every ti I’ve imagined you like this," he murmured, "I wondered if you’d taste as sweet as you look... but I already know I was wrong to doubt it."
"Please!" I begged, my voice breaking.
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Then he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my center.
"Ohh!" The sound escaped before I could stop it. That simple touch sent waves of pleasure through my body, making feel like I might explode. Before I could recover, he closed his mouth over my aching core, and I shattered.
I bit my lip hard as I grabbed his hair, and he continued his intimate kisses, clearly satisfied with my response. He lifted my leg over his shoulder for better access, worshipping with his mouth until I was writhing against him.
He didn’t stop when my first release ca. While I was still reeling, trying to push him away from my oversensitive skin, he slid one thick finger inside , his tongue never pausing.
"It’s too much," I gasped.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Sweet girl, we’ve only just started."
A second finger joined the first, stretching and scissoring gently as if preparing for what was to co. My breath caught in my throat. When his fingers curled inside , hitting that perfect spot while his tongue kept working, I broke apart again.
"That’s it," he praised. "Co for . Good girl."
He continued as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, sending higher and higher until I could barely stand. By the ti he was back above , I was barely aware of my own na. He kissed , letting taste myself on his tongue, and then I felt the heavy press of him at my entrance.
He was thick, impossibly so, yet he eased in with patient, steady pushes until he was buried to the hilt. I realized too late that his size wasn’t the only challenge. His length seed endless, and every inch made my body strain around him.
"God," he groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder. "It’s like you were made for ."
I couldn’t answer. All I could focus on was the way he began to move with long, deep thrusts that grew faster, harder, each one angled to hit that spot inside . I ca again, helpless under the force of his rhythm.
"Greedy girl," he murmured against my ear. "Haven’t you had enough?"
The next thing I knew, he had flipped us over, and I was straddling him on the bed. I moved up and down his length while he watched intently, his hands guiding my hips. His eyes never left mine, filled with reverence and desire as we reconnected in the most primal way.
"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Kyra... my love."
The words made my heart swell as we moved together, finding our rhythm again after years apart. This wasn’t just sex. It was a reunion, a recognition of the connection that had never truly been broken, even when we were separated.
In that mont, with Nathan beneath and the moonlight streaming through the windows, I felt truly whole for the first ti in five years. Whether this was a new beginning or just closure, I knew I would cherish this night forever.
Sothing deep inside recognized him as mine, the way it always had. And as Nathan’s hands tightened on my hips and his eyes darkened with desire, I knew he felt the sa.
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