Instead, her pulse was roaring in her ears.
But she wasn’t the only one affected by their sudden proximity.
His chest was heaving as he took ragged breaths and his wings quivered behind him with each lungful.
“Kyris?” as she said his name again, his wings did a huge quiver and she watched him swallow hard.
“I shouldn’t be here,” his voice was thick, laden with something heavy, as if he was fighting to control something.
“N-no. You shouldn’t be here. No.” She was agreeing but even to her ears, she didn’t sound convincing at all. She was saying no; yet, were their bodies even closer now? Was she leaning closer even as the seconds passed?
“I should leave.”
It was her turn to gulp. “Yes, maybe that’s best.”
There was something crackling in the air between them. Something that was volts stronger than the electricity she’d felt when he’d touched her while she’d been paralyzed. Volts stronger than the electric shocks she’d felt when they’d kissed. No, this was much, much stronger. So strong, she felt like if she dared breathe too hard, she would find herself electrocuted and paralyzed by something else she had yet to define.
“Yes...I should...” His breathing was getting shallower and, even as he spoke, his head descended slowly.
“Kyris...”
Tilting her head upwards, she closed the distance between them and planted her lips against his.
She was right.
There was something between them.
Something so strong it was pushing them together like opposite sides of a magnet and he was the positive charge—that positive presence in her life since this had all started.
The kiss was tentative, with both their lips slightly open as they paused.
But it didn’t take him long to react and then it was as if her senses were imploding.
Suddenly, she was against the wall, a large hand grasping her neck firmly but not enough to hurt as her head was tilted back and his mouth was upon hers.
This kiss was different, different from their first kiss and different from any other kiss she’d experienced before.
It was almost as if he was tasting her and reveling in the feel of her lips at the same time. As he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, she couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that seeped from deep within her.
Lifting his head from hers, he stared down at her, his eyes now more wild than they had been before. It made a shiver run down her spine, and not because the look terrified her. It was the exact opposite.
It fucking delighted her.
“Do that again,” his voice was thick, hoarse and she felt a familiar clench between her legs.
“Do what?”
“That sound...do it again. I want to hear you purr like that again.”
She could feel her cheeks growing warm, as if her mind had only just now realized exactly what they were doing.
“I-I can’t moan on purpo—”
His head fell and his mouth smashed against hers again. The feeling was so intense, so, so good, that the moan that rumbled through her was immediate.
She felt an answering growl vibrate against her lips as Kyris’ wings quivered.
He was just as affected as she was.
He wanted this just as badly.
As she opened her mouth to him, giving him just as much as he was demanding of her, his tongue brushed against hers and another growl vibrated against her lips.
His growls were doing something to her.
They made her want to lift her legs to wrap around his waist.
Made her want to cling to him like her body had lost its will to stand on its own, just so he could carry her back to the bed and take from her till she screamed his name.
The thought made her freeze.
What if he wanted to continue? What if he wanted to take her back to bed right now?
Suddenly, her rapid breaths changed from ones of ecstasy to ones of fear.
She wanted it to happen…wanted it so bad, but…
“Song?”
“I…I…”
As he fought to regain control, he loosened his hand from around her neck and pulled her against his body.
“Do you want me to stop?”
God, no. She didn’t want that at all. She wanted to go wherever this train was taking her.
She wanted to ride it straight to the end of the track. She was just scared of that first time it entered the tunnel, that was all.
“I…no. No, don’t stop.”
That was all he needed to hear and before she knew it, she was being lifted in his arms, her legs around his waist as his hands cradled her ass.
He flattened her back against the wall as he supported her thighs, his midsection keeping her steady in one place.
The movement made her gasp and she wrapped her arms around his neck for further support.
His mouth was on hers again, sending tingles through her entire being and a quiver in her belly as he kissed her so hard, his lips absolutely ravishing hers in a kiss that was leaving her limbs weak.
She’d never been kissed like that before and it was hard to believe that a few days ago he hadn’t known what a kiss was.
Maybe it was because it was as if he couldn’t get enough of her lips, her taste, her smell. He was taking her lips with hungry, unhindered kisses and when one of his hands reached up to fork into her hair he must have hit the tap by accident because water began raining down on them in a light spray.
But he didn’t move to turn the tap off; maybe he didn’t realize and she didn’t care. The heat growing between them was far too warm anyway.
It was burning her up, and even as he ravaged her lips, she couldn’t get enough.
It was as if her entire sense of self was seeping from her and she was melting underneath him. Her bones and everything within her was turning into sweet warm honey and all she could do was surrender to him.
As their gazes met, she
