14. Breya

FOURTEEN

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T horne carried her to his room, his chest strong and solid against Breya's tired body. When they got there, he gently laid her on the bed. He brushed loose strands of hair from her face. His strong hands were gentle as he caressed down the line of her jaw.

She could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to maintain control. She reached her hand out, winding it in his shirt to pull him to her. His body hovered over hers, rippling with a vibrato of rumbling need.

Breya brought his face closer, eyes searching him as she parted her lips, letting out a needy breath. She wanted him, and it didn't matter the magic had drained her. His proximity to her filled Breya with a renewed sense of energy and need that surpassed her tiredness.

He hesitated, but she could see the moment the resolve he was clinging to shattered. With a groan he dropped his mouth to hers, pulling her in for an all-consuming kiss. The passion warmed through her, settling right between her thighs as his growing erection pressed against her with a pressure that made her arch her body into his.

His hand snaked behind her, settling onto her lower back to pull her flush against him. He kissed her hungrily, pulling away to make her gasp as he ran his warm breath and lips along her neck.

His lips grazed her sensitive skin, nipping at the crook of her neck ever so lightly, igniting a trail of goose bumps down her spine. His hands, rough yet soothing, roamed aimlessly across the small of her back, following the curve of her hip. He pulled her closer still, allowing no space between them.

His thumb traced gentle circles on the inside of her thigh, sending flashes of electricity up her spine. The muscles in his arm twitched under his skin with the effort of restraint. His fingers played with the edge of her skirt, pulling lightly at it before letting it fall. His breath against her skin felt hotter now as he kissed a trail from her shoulder up to her earlobe.

A low, lion-like growl resonated deep within his chest as he pressed her further into him, his bulging desire causing a hum of anticipation to ripple through her. His powerful frame dwarfed hers as he leaned in closer, his heated breath mingling with Breya's.

His hands began their journey upward again, slipping underneath the hem of her shirt. Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers ghosting over the fabric that covered her breasts. The sensation was pure torture and bliss all tangled together in an intoxicating knot. Each brush of his hand seemed to sear deeper into her skin.

Pushing against him to sit upright on the bed, she looked into his eyes filled with desire. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abs.

The sight of him was intoxicating, each line of muscle and sinew displayed like a work of art. Her hand reached out to touch him, the warmth from his body radiating up through her palm. His skin was smooth and warm, the firm muscles beneath flexing as her fingers trailed down from his collarbone to the taut planes of his stomach.

His low groan vibrated against her fingertips, and she shivered in response. Her eyes drank in the sight of him, every deep crevice, and how the stark shadow contrasted against his glistening skin. The sight alone would have been enough to make Breya weak but coupled with the primal need radiating from him, it was overwhelming.

She pressed herself even closer to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her hands. His hands moved up her back, pulling her into a deeper embrace as their bodies merged. Breya parted her lips, allowing his tongue access and welcoming an intense battle of desire between them.

As he broke away, gasping for air, he tipped Breya's chin upward, his deep hazel eyes meeting hers once again. They were darkened by desire, but there was something else… a veiled promise and unspoken words that screamed louder than any he could ever utter aloud. It was love, pure, raw, and so intense it made her gasp.

Examining him, she felt a possessive need rumble deep inside her. He was perfect in every sense, a divine specimen of raw masculinity and controlled power all bundled into a seductive package.

She hesitated over the fly of his pants, then continued with a nervous smile, fingers shaking as they worked on the button and zipper. The fabric parted easily, revealing him in all his glory. He was like an ancient statue brought to life, all strong lines and hard planes. His arousal was now painfully evident. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs as she ran her fingers over him through his boxer briefs.

A sharp gasp echoed in the room as she touched him. With a swift motion, he rid himself completely of his clothes. There was no hiding the predatory gleam in his eyes as he took her in. She could envision the lion beneath as he moved, every muscle rippling under his skin as he crawled onto the bed.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped as she felt him pressing against her thigh, his hardness evident even through the thin fabric of her panties.

His fingertips brushed against the lace edge of her panties and with one swift movement, he slid them off, his gaze never leaving hers. His eyes roamed over Breya as if she were a forbidden fruit he was about to taste.

He positioned himself at her entrance and hesitated for a moment, looking deep into her eyes as if seeking permission to invade the sanctuary within. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he pushed slowly inside her, each inch sending a ripple of pleasure through their entwined bodies.

He moved slowly at first, each thrust measured and deliberate like an explorer charting uncharted territories. But soon the rhythm increased, driven by an unsaid urgency.

He continued to piston, the rhythm of his movements becoming more frenzied as he sought his release. His kisses turned urgent, his body pressing Breya's into the mattress with an intensity that made her cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surrender.

His fingers found their way between their bodies, brushing against her most intimate parts in a teasingly deliberate manner. Every touch was pure ecstasy, every breath a heightened sensation that threatened to consume Breya entirely. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her as her own climax crept closer.

The moment it hit her was like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, powerful and all-consuming. She cried out in delightful surprise, nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure.

His movements grew more erratic, his breath coming out in ragged pants as he fought the inevitable. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, teeth grazing against her exposed skin as he released a guttural groan, a primal sound that reverberated through her bones.

His body tensed above her, muscles rigid and trembling as he finally succumbed to his climax. She felt him spill warmth inside her as he shuddered, every nerve ending pulsating with sheer pleasure. With one last strangled moan, he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

With careful ease, he withdrew, rolling onto his back and pulling Breya into the crook of his arm. His fingers absentmindedly played with strands of her hair while their bodies cooled from the intensity of their passion. His eyes were dark and misty with spent desire as they swept over her.

In that moment of raw vulnerability, something shifted between them. They lay wrapped in a cocoon of intimacy, blissfully caught in the aftermath of their shared passion.