Chapter 125: Chapter 125
Kyra’s POV
We didn’t speak as he carried me back into the house and up the stairs. I glanced around nervously, worried someone 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 me against the door and kissed me again, deep and hungry. I wrapped my arms around his neck, matching his intensity, my body melting 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 moment our lips met again.
I gave myself to him completely, parting my lips to welcome his tongue as it claimed my mouth. The butterflies in my stomach erupted into flames as I nibbled his lower lip, earning a low, playful growl that made Sylvia stir within me.
I kept my eyes closed as his kisses consumed me, 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 me 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 seemed 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 me, hooking my legs over his arms, never breaking eye contact as he slowly removed my underwear. Still, he showed no mercy. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, inching closer to my center only to pull away at the last second.
"Every time 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 me 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 me with his mouth until I was writhing against him.
He didn’t stop when my first release came. While I was still reeling, trying to push him away from my oversensitive skin, he slid one thick finger inside me, 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 me and scissoring gently as if preparing me for what was to come. My breath caught in my throat. When his fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue kept working, I broke apart again.
"That’s it," he praised. "Come for me. Good girl."
He continued as if I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, sending me higher and higher until I could barely stand. By the time he was back above me, I was barely aware of my own name. He kissed me, letting me 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 seemed 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 me."
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 me. I came 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 me 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 moment, with Nathan beneath me and the moonlight streaming through the windows, I felt truly whole for the first time in five years. Whether this was a new beginning or just closure, I knew I would cherish this night forever.
Something deep inside me 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 same.
