15. Karn

15

KARN

M ira's fingers tighten in my hair, tugging and making me desperate for her. Needing her closer, I pick her up, biting back a groan as she settles against my already hard erection. Her legs wrap around me, and it takes everything in me not to take her right now. But I don't want to scare her.

I press Mira against the cool wall, her body soft and warm against mine. Her breath hitches as I trail kisses down her neck, her pulse racing under my lips.

"Tell me what you want, Mira," I growl, the words rumbling from my chest. I don't want to take this too far but I'm close to losing control.

She pulls back, her green eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her gaze locks onto mine, unwavering. "You, Karn. I want you."

A groan escapes me, low and hungry. But I don't want to assume, I don't want to push her back to her fearful self. "More, Mira. Tell me more."

Her cheeks flush, but her eyes don't leave mine. "I want your mouth on me. Your tongue..." She swallows, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I want your cock, Karn. I want you inside me."

A surge of lust hits me like a punch to the gut. I capture her mouth again, fierce and claiming. Her legs tighten around my waist as I carry her towards my room, her hands roaming over my shoulders, my back, pulling me closer.

I kick the door open, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the setting sun through the narrow window. I lower her onto the bed, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo.

"You're sure about this, Mira?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. I need to hear it again. I need to know she wants this as much as I do.

She reaches up, tracing the scar on my eyebrow, her touch gentle yet electric. "I'm sure, Karn. I want you. All of you."

I lean down, capturing her mouth again, my hands exploring her body, learning her curves, her softness. She arches into my touch, her breath hitching as my fingers trail over her stomach, her hips, her thighs. I can feel her heat, her desire, and it's driving me mad.

"Karn," she whispers, her voice a plea, a demand.

I know what she wants. I know what she needs. And I'm going to give it to her. Every inch of me. Everything.

I take my time with Mira, peeling away her clothes, layer by layer, exposing her soft, creamy skin. Each reveal is a gift, one I savor at a tantalizing pace. And I go even slower as I map out her skin with my mouth, kissing down her body until she starts to relax beneath me.

But then her breath hitches as I settle between her thighs, her eyes wide and nervous. I pause, looking up at her. "Something wrong?"

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she speaks. "It's just... no one has ever…"

"No one's ever what?" I growl, my thumbs caressing the inside of her thighs, feeling her tremble.

She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. "No one's ever done... this."

I raise an eyebrow. "You've never been with a man?"

She just stares at me. "I was a slave, Karn." I hate how she says it so matter-of-factly. It makes me want to hunt down the men that took advantage of her and rip their throats out. But I push away the thoughts. For now. "I've just never had anyone want to…service me."

A dark smile tugs at my lips. "Good. I'm glad to be your first."

I lean in, inhaling her scent, the heady arousal making me growl. Her muscles tense as I trail kisses up her inner thigh, my beard tickling her skin. I take my time, letting her get used to my touch, to the feel of my mouth on her.

Her breath comes in rapid gasps as I draw closer to her center. I can see her worry, her anxiety. I look up, our eyes meeting over the plane of her body. "Relax, Mira. Let me make you feel good."

She nods, her hands fisting the sheets. I dip my head, running my tongue along her folds, slowly, gently. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating. I groan, the sound vibrating against her. Her hips buck, a small cry escaping her lips.

I take my time, exploring her, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. I flick my tongue against her clit, feeling her tense. I back off, circling it slowly, building her up. Her breath hitches, her hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly.

I do it over and over, bringing her up and then backing off. I love watching how responsive she is, how a flush is crawling up her body. I could stay buried between her legs for days.

But suddenly, she tenses up, and when my eyes flick up, I see the worry all over her face. She's thinking too hard.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, watching her as she refuses to meet my eyes now. "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head. "Do you just want to…start?"

I pause at that. Was she not enjoying it? Did I read her all wrong?

She swallows hard, daring a glance down at me, her face bright right as she looks away again. "I'm sorry, I'm just taking too long and I'm sure you want?—"

What the fuck? That's what she thinks?

I pull back, my voice a low rumble. "Mira, I would happily stay down here for hours. You take all the time you need."

"You don't want?—"

Her words are cut off in a moan as I lean forward and suck on her clit. I flick my tongue against it, watching her as the tension melts away to pleasure. And that's when it hits me, she's never known pleasure before.

I pull off her, watching Mira suck in deep breaths. "I want to hear that sound all night. However I can get it. And right now, I want to taste you." I press a kiss between her legs, waiting for her to meet my eyes. When she does, I raise a brow. "Okay?"

Chest still heaving, nipples peaked, she nods. "Okay."

I lower back over her, dragging my tongue up her slit. But I slow my motions, dragging this out, proving my point. Her body trembles, her breath coming in short gasps as I work her up and back down. I can feel her climbing, reaching that peak.

And just when I go to slow her back down, her hand slides into my hair, holding me in place. "Don't. You. Dare."

I chuckle against her, but I don't stop the pressure on her clit. Instead, I keep going as I slide a finger into her, curling it, stroking her from the inside. Her hips buck wildly, her grip on my hair tightening.

"Karn... I... I need... Oh-" Her words dissolve into a cry as she climaxes, her body convulsing, her release coating my tongue. I drink it in, every last drop, my growl of satisfaction vibrating against her sensitive flesh.

I trail kisses up Mira's body, lingering on her soft skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. She squirms beneath me, her breath hitching as I flick my tongue over her nipple, teasing it to a peak. I can feel her heart racing, her body responding to my touch. I continue my journey upwards, kissing her neck, her pulse fluttering against my lips.

Mira's legs wrap around my waist, her hips grinding against mine. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through me, but I want more. I want her, all of her. She moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"Karn, your clothes," she breathes, her voice laced with frustration. "They're in the way."

I chuckle, the sound rumbling from my chest. I push up, kneeling between her legs, my hands resting on her thighs. Her eyes meet mine, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She's a sight, one I want to commit to memory.

"Then take them off," I challenge, a smirk playing on my lips. I want her to feel in control, to feel empowered. I step off the bed, standing in front of her, my body on full display.

Mira sits up, her eyes roaming over me, lingering on the bulge in my pants. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she reaches out, her hands trembling slightly as she starts to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers brush against my skin, sending shocks skittering through my body.

"You're sure about this?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. I need to hear it again, need to know she's with me every step of the way.

She looks up at me, her green eyes filled with determination and excitement. "I'm sure," she says, her voice steady. She slides my shirt off my shoulders, her eyes widening as she takes in my bare chest, my scars. Her fingers trace the burn marks on my arms, her touch gentle, almost reverent.

She reaches for my belt, her breath hitching as she unbuckles it. She pauses, her eyes flicking up to mine, a mix of trepidation and excitement swirling in their depths. I nod, encouraging her, giving her the power.

She takes a deep breath, unbuttoning my pants, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushes them down, her eyes widening as my cock springs free, hard and ready. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

"It's... big," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckle, the sound rumbling from my chest. "And it's all yours," I say, my voice filled with promise.

I work my pants off, noticing how Mira's eyes roam over my body. Her skin is turning bright red, her nipples hardening, and I can't say I don't like how she's panting at the sight of me.

"Getting a good view?"

"You're hot," she whispers, and then her eyes widen, like she didn't mean to say that out loud.

I lean over her, kissing her gently. "So are you."

Without warning, I pick her up, Mira squealing in surprise as I pull us both onto the bed. She lands with her hands on my chest, bracing herself as she straddles me. My frame is massive under her, and as her heat lands squarely against my aching cock, I'm glad I did this.

I would have lost all control otherwise.

"What-" She sucks in a breath as I shift under her, her clit rubbing against my cock. "What are you doing?"

I slide my hands up and down her thighs, hoping to relax her and ground myself in this moment. "I can't pretend to know what you've been through," I tell her. "And you can tell me as little or as much as you want. But it seems to me that you have never been given a choice. And you've never been allowed to seek your own pleasure."

I look up at her, raising an eyebrow. Pink tinges her cheeks, but she shakes her head. She looks nervous, embarrassed even, and I keep stroking her skin.

"I want you, Mira. In any way I can have you. But I won't hurt you. I won't force you. I want you to take what you want, and only what you want."

Her eyes flick down my body, down to my raging cock, and back up to me. "Are you sure?" She's exuding nerves.

I nod. "I'd be happy just having you on top of me like this if you don't want to keep going."

"No!" Her eyes widen again, and I know she spoke without thinking. "No, I just…I don't want to disappoint you."

I lean up, cupping her face. "You couldn't disappoint me," I whisper against her lips.

And then I capture them. I kiss her slowly at first, leaning back and bringing her with me. My other hand keeps moving along her thigh and slides up her back, gently and caressing.

I push her lips open, my tongue diving in, and she starts to relax into my kiss. Her hands come up to tangle in my hair, her tongue wars with mine, and as she starts to lose herself, her hips move.

It takes everything in me not to slam into her as I feel her slick arousal start to coat me. But I let her go, let her work herself up. I want her to take control, to see that I don't want her for her body or what she can offer me. I just want her.

But her body definitely isn't hurting the matter.

Mira's hips grind against mine, her breath hitching with each movement. I can feel her heart pounding in sync with mine, her heat driving me insane. But then she pulls back, her green eyes locked onto mine.

"Karn," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "I need more."

I grin, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. "Then take it," I growl. "Take me, Mira. Take whatever you want."

She pauses, her eyes searching mine. I see the moment she decides, her pupils dilating, her breath catching. She pushes up on her knees, her hand reaching between us to guide me to her entrance.

She's slick and ready, her folds wet with desire. I can feel her heat, her need, and it's taking everything in me not to thrust up into her.

She starts to lower herself, her eyes never leaving mine. She's slow, tentative, her breath hitching as she takes me in, inch by inch. I can feel her stretching around me, her body accommodating my size. She's tight, so fucking tight, and I have to fist the sheets to keep from moving.

"That's it," I groan, my voice rough with restraint. "Take your time, Mira."

She nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She's focused, determined, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She slides down further, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes more of me.

"Gods, Karn," she breathes, her nails digging into my chest. "You're... you're huge."

I chuckle, the sound rumbling from my chest. "And you're fucking perfect, Mira. Absolutely perfect."

She opens her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. She starts to move, rocking her hips, taking more of me with each movement. I can feel her clenching around me, her body adjusting to my size. It's torture, sweet fucking torture, and I love every second of it.

I eventually let my hands slide back up to her hips, guiding her, supporting her, but I let her set the pace. I let her take what she needs, what she wants. I want her to have this, to replace horrid memories with this one.

She leans forward, her hands braced on my chest, her hair tickling my skin. Her breath hitches with each movement, her body tensing as she takes more and more of me. I can feel her getting close, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Karn," she breathes, her voice filled with need. "I... I need more. I need you to..."

I growl, my hands tightening on her hips. "You need me to what, Mira?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. "Say it. Tell me what you need."

She looks down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "I need you to fuck me, Karn," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Please. Fuck me."

Something snaps inside me. I flip us over, my body covering hers, my cock still buried deep inside her. I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, my tongue claiming hers. I start to move, my hips thrusting into her, and I've never felt anything better.

"Is this what you want, Mira?" I growl against her mouth, my body slamming into hers. "You want me to fuck you? To make you come?"

She nods, her breath coming in gasps, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. "Yes, Karn," she breathes. "Yes. I want you. I want this. I want to come."

And with that, I let go. I fuck her, my cock driving into her over and over again. She's never been fragile, and I know now she doesn't want to be treated that way. I can feel her clenching around me, her body matching mine, her desire meeting mine.

I kiss her, my mouth claiming hers, my tongue tangling with hers. Her hands scrape down my back, forcing my body closer to hers like she can't get enough. I'm glad that I'm not the only one.

And when she comes, her body convulsing around mine, her scream filling the room, I come with her. I have the foresight to throw up a soundshield, thank the Seven. My body slams into hers one last time, my cock pulsing inside her, my release filling her. I groan, my face buried in her neck, her name on my lips.

"Fuck," I whisper, my body shuddering with the force of my release. "Mira, you are incredible."

She whimpers, and when I pull back, resting my forehead on hers, all I see is how thoroughly sated she is. She reaches up, brushing her hand along my cheek and whispers. "Thank you."

If only she knew I'd give her anything.