Charmed By The Fox's Heart: Superhero Reverse Harem Romance (Cosmic Guardians Book 1), стр. 43
A broken sob escapes my throat. “I dreamed that you were in danger. You were going to die because you wanted to save me, Cael. And I—I don’t want to lose you.”
He pulls me to his chest, running his hand soothingly down my back.
It all feels so familiar, being in his arms like this. Fresh tears fill my eyes and stream down my face as I remember my nightmare and how sad he was as I lay dying. “I don’t want to lose you again, Cael. Not now that I’ve found you. You are my one true love, Bryndon. I cannot lose you.”
Chapter 25
Cael
A memory fills my mind. I remember meeting with her secretly in the woods. Holding her in my arms, I dropped my forehead to hers as I whispered, “We should not fall in love.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. She pressed her lips to mine, and I was lost.
Kyra inhales sharply as the memory fades and when her eyes meet mine, I know she has seen it too. “I remember,” she breathes. “You told me we should not fall in love.”
She reaches up to cup my cheek. “But it was already too late. I was in love with you long before then, my love.”
“Kyra,” I breathe as I brush a stray tendril of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
Her blue eyes search mine.
She is so beautiful I cannot speak. Words escape me as my gaze travels over her face—the delicate features of her cheeks, nose, and brow. I trace my fingers down her face to the hollow at the base of her neck, feeling the fluttering pulse just beneath the skin.
This was my favorite spot, the one that always told me how much she desired me. Her rapid pulse giving her away each time I touched her or moved my body over hers.
“We cannot,” I barely manage. “We shouldn’t.”
She leans in, so close there is barely any space between us. My heart hammers as her blue eyes stare deep into mine. Desire burns through me like fire. I want her more than I have ever wanted anything before. She is mine and I am hers.
Softly, she presses her lips to mine. They are warm and softer than I remember. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close.
“I remember this, Cael,” she breathes between kisses. “I remember us, my love.”
Her words are my undoing. The last of my resolve crumbles around me. I trace my tongue gently along the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She gasps lightly at the sensation and my tongue finds hers, curling around it as I deepen our kiss.
I trail my hand down her body to the gentle flare of her hips and down the soft skin of her thigh. Cupping the back of her knee, I pull her leg over my hip. She gasps as my hardened length presses against her center, and it is the most exquisite torture I have ever known. Only the thin barrier of our clothing separates our bodies from joining as one. I long to seal her to me again as we did in our last life.
“You are mine,” I breathe into her mouth.
She pulls back just enough to stare deep into my eyes.
“Yours,” she whispers. “Seal me to you, my love, as we did that day in the forest.”
Unable to hold back, I roll her beneath me. She opens her thighs and I settle between them. I kiss her long and deep. She softly bites my lower lip as I pull back just enough to stare down at her.
Her long hair is spread out on the blanket beneath her like a golden halo. Her eyes are heavy-lidded as she stares up at me. I reach down to lightly touch the tips of my fingers to her cheek. A pink bloom trails in their wake as I gaze down at her beautiful face. I trace my hand down her neck and gently part the robe that covers her, baring her naked form to me. She is so perfect, it steals the breath from my lungs.
“Tell me you are mine,” I breathe.
“I’m yours,” she whispers. “Only yours.”
She cups the back of my neck and pulls my lips back down to hers in a searing kiss. I pull back just enough to press tender kisses along her jaw and down the elegant curve of her neck to her chest. I trace my tongue along the gentle slope of one breast, then close my mouth over the soft globe.
She gasps as I lave my tongue across the peak, turning it into a hard-beaded tip. Her hands run through my hair, gripping the strands between her fingers, and holding me in place.
“Cael,” she breathes out my name as I move to the other breast and give it the same attention.
I skim my hand down her body and cup her mons. She inhales sharply as I dip my fingers between her soft folds, already slick with arousal. I long to taste her sweet nectar on my tongue. I move down her body and carefully part her thighs, guiding her legs over my shoulders and opening her to me.
“You are perfect, Kyra,” I whisper, then lower my head to taste her. I run my tongue through her folds. When I reach the small bundle of nerves at the apex, she gasps and arches up against me.
I long to bury my length deep inside her and fill her with my seed, binding her again to me in this life as we were bound in the other. But first, I want to give her pleasure.
I carefully insert one finger just inside her channel and am surprised by how tight she is. My cock is hard and painfully erect as I imagine sheathing myself deep