“No More Holding Back” [R18]

Kyel's hands cupped her face gently, but his kiss wasn't gentle.

It crashed over her like a wave—hungry, possessive, burning with the heat he had held back for too long.

Eva moaned softly against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

She could feel it: the ache in his body, the tremble in his breath, the tension between wanting to devour her and the fear of breaking her.

He pulled back only far enough to speak. His breath was ragged.

"Princess…" His voice was low, barely controlled.

"Tell me now if you don't want this.

Because once I start—"

he exhaled sharply, his forehead resting on hers,

"—I'm not going to hold back."

Her lips parted, her eyes searching his, heart thundering in her chest.

"I want you," she whispered.

"So don't hold back."

Kyel's restraint snapped like thread.

He growled low in his throat and pinned her to the wall, his mouth crashing into hers again.

His kiss was wild—hungry, as if he was tasting her for the first time and already addicted.

His body pressed into hers, heat meeting heat, her breath caught between moans and gasps.

"Your heart, he murmured, pressing his hand to her chest.

"It's racing like mine."

His lips moved lower, brushing over the swell of her breast.

She gasped when he kissed her there—lightly at first, then with slow, aching devotion.

The sound that left her lips was half sigh, half moan.

"Eva…" he whispered into her ear, voice low and shaking.

"Tell me how much of me you want."

She shivered beneath him, the answer already rising in her throat.

"All of you," she whispered.

"Give me everything."

A soft groan escaped him. That was all he needed.

With a swift, effortless motion, Kyel lifted her off her feet.

She wrapped her legs around him, instinctively clinging to his body.

They didn't break the kiss—not even as he carried her to the bed.

He laid her down with care, but the way he hovered above her, eyes dark and hungry, left no room for doubt.

His hands slid along her thighs as he kissed down her neck, slower now, savoring every sound she made.

She reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

Her eyes wandered over his bare chest, and Her fingers trembled with hesitation.

He caught her hands, placed them firmly against his Chest.

"Touch me all you want," he said, voice low, hungry.

"I'm yours."

Her hands slid over his chest — hot and firm — feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm.

He was burning, trembling beneath her touch.

He leaned down again, tugging at the delicate sleeve of her gown with his teeth.

It slipped down her shoulder, exposing her skin to the cool air.

His lips followed, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Another sleeve. Another kiss. Another quiet moan from her lips.

Kyel unfastened the rest of her gown and let it fall away, his mouth never leaving her skin.

He paused at her neck.

"Eva," he whispered,

"can you bite me again? Same place… like last night."

Her lips curved faintly. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it." he said without shame.

She leaned in and bit gently at the place where his shoulder met his neck.

Kyel groaned—deep, raw, guttural.

His body trembled.

Then his voice changed, roughened with mischief.

"Eva," he whispered against her ear, "my hands… aren't the only thing that's big."

She let out a half-gasp, half-laugh, her face flushed

He lowered himself over her again.

"Please," he whispered.

"Take them off."

She reached down with shaking hands and removed the last barrier between them.

When she freed him, she froze for a second, eyes wide, mouth parting on a quiet gasp.

"It is big," she whispered, blushing.

Kyel groaned, brushing her hair from her face.

"Eva," he said, voice suddenly tender, "open your legs for me."

She obeyed, smiling, breath unsteady.

His hands stroked her thighs, steadying her.

His voice softened.

"It's going to hurt," he said, eyes searching hers.

She nodded. "I'm ready."

He entered her slowly.

Eva gasped—her moan broke the silence like a thread snapping.

Her eyes shut tight, and her hands gripped the sheets.

Kyel stilled. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Should I stop?"

She opened her eyes, glassy with heat and trust.

"Don't stop… please."

He kissed her deeply—tender and slow—and began to move.

Eva moaned, soft and breathy, her fingers digging into his arms.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered.

She shook her head, wrapping her legs tighter around him. "Just move. I want you."

So he did.

Each movement grew bolder. Deeper. Their bodies locked in rhythm.

"Kyel…" she gasped.

He grunted softly. "Say it again."

"Kyel…"

He drove into her harder. "Louder."

She cried out, breath catching. "Kyel!"

Their rhythm grew fast, sharp, dizzying.

Moans echoed through the bedchamber.

Her body trembled beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets as her climax rushed up and overtook her.

Kyel kissed her through it, his own release following moments later.

He held her tight, his body trembling above hers as he buried himself deep, breathing her name.

When it ended, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, both of them slick with sweat, breathless.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "You… completely ruined me."

Eva turned into his chest, cheeks flushed, legs still trembling.

"Then I guess we're even."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing along her spine.

"You're mine now."

"I always was," she whispered.