Kysen slid closer to Cena. “I’m truly sorry. When I saw him, and then had to deal with taking care of him, I got too involved in it.” He shifted even closer and leaned into her. “What can I do to make things right with us again?”
He followed Cena’s gaze as it dropped to his mouth. She licked her lips. “Oh, I think you can come up with something.”
“I think you’re right.”
Taking hold of her hip, Kysen tugged until he’d pulled Cena into a reclining position alongside him. He put one leg over hers and tucked her against his front so he half lay on top of her and half on the couch. Keeping his hand on her hip, he bent and took her lips in a heated kiss. Cena reached up and put her arms around his neck as she opened for him. Her tongue met his when he pushed inside. She moaned and rubbed against him, sending his libido into overdrive.
He kissed her deeper, taking care not to nick her with one of his fangs now that they had extended. He took his hand from her hip and covered her breast, kneading it gently. After coming so close to losing Cena, he wanted to rush to have her, but he forced himself to keep it slow. This would be her first time, after all. He wanted to make this good for her.
Kysen pulled her shirt up and over her head before he removed her bra. He skimmed his lips to her jaw and down the side of Cena’s neck. At the main artery there, he licked it before he dragged a fang down it gently. She shivered beneath him. His blood hunger made its presence known, but he had full control over it.
Continuing on his downward path, Kysen made a trail of wet kisses from the base of her throat and across one of her collarbones. He shifted lower on her body until he drew even with her breasts. Lifting one, he flicked the taut nipple with the tip of his tongue. Cena arched her back, offering him more of her breast. He rubbed his cheek against the tight peak before he opened his mouth and sucked it inside.
Cena moaned while she pushed her fingers into his hair to hold him to her. “More, Kysen. Touch me more. And don’t stop this time.”
He released her nipple and laved it with the flat of his tongue. “I won’t stop until I’ve got my cock deep inside you and I’ve come.”
She moaned again and her fingers tightened in his hair. “Then do it now.”
Kysen switched to her other nipple, licked it and blew on it gently. It tightened even more. “There’s no hurry. Waiting will make it even better.”
Wanting to feel her skin next to his, he took hold of the back of his shirt and dragged it over his head. Her breasts flattened against his chest when he shifted up her body again and took her mouth. He kissed her hungrily while he worked her jeans open. Kysen shoved a hand down the front of her panties until he reached her pussy.
“You’re already wet for me,” he said with a groan against her mouth. “But I want to make sure you’re good and ready for when I get inside you.”
Kysen pulled his hand out of Cena’s panties and pushed her jeans down her hips. With her help, he made quick work of removing them. Her panties joined her jeans on the floor. He pushed a thigh between her legs before he licked and kissed a trail down her chest to her flat stomach. It quivered beneath his lips when he gently nipped her soft skin.
Lower he went until he had his shoulders between Cena’s spread thighs. The scent of her arousal filled his nose as he spread her folds and laved the opening to her body. She panted and lifted her hips. Kysen set to work pleasuring her with his tongue. He stiffened it and moved it in and out of her pussy, mimicking what he’d do with his cock.
Cena’s breaths grew quicker, interspaced with whimpered moans. He switched his attention to her clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking on it. When her moans became louder Kysen gave her clit one last lick before he pushed away from Cena. He didn’t want her to come yet. He wanted his cock inside her when she did that. Plus the more aroused she became the better it would be for her when he took her innocence.
He got off the couch and stood in front of Cena. “Take my pants off.”
She sat up and knelt on the couch. With no hesitation, she undid his jeans and pushed them past his hips. He looked down and saw her gaze lock on his erection as she shoved his pants down his legs to pool at his ankles. His cock bobbed when he kicked out of his jeans to stand completely naked before Cena.
Kysen sucked in a sharp breath when she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped up and down. The feel of her hand working him made him even harder. But when she bent her head and swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft, he knew he wouldn’t last long if he let her continue.
“No more,” he said gruffly when he gently pushed her away from him.
“I want to taste you,” she replied.
Kysen groaned. “Another time.” He then sat on the couch. His cock jutted out from his body. “Come here, Cena.”
She needed no more encouragement to climb onto his lap and straddle his hips. His cock became trapped between their bodies when he cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her until she whimpered and rocked into him.
He released her mouth, wanting to be able to watch her, and put both hands on Cena’s hips. He pushed her up to sit straighter and got her to lift up on her knees. Moving her into position with one hand remaining on her hip, he used the other to guide his cock to the opening of her body. Kysen rubbed the head of his shaft between her folds, coating it with her juices. Then slowly he pushed inside her.
“So tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “How are you doing?”
“God, you feel good. Give me the rest of it. I want you buried to the hilt.”
Wanting nothing more than to pound into her, Kysen reined himself back. He started to enter her slowly, using shallow strokes. He gave Cena a few seconds to get used to him before he took hold of her hips and pushed her down as he surged upward, breaking through the barrier of her virginity. With the full length of him deep inside her core, he held himself completely still, waiting for Cena to give a sign that she was ready for him to move. Sweat beaded on his forehead with the strain of holding himself back.
“Cena?” he asked hoarsely.
She put her hands on top of his shoulders and shifted against him. “I’m good now.”
Guiding her with his hands, Kysen showed her how to ride him with long, slow strokes. She quickly caught on to the rhythm and slid his cock in and out of her pussy. His fangs throbbed as the pleasure started to build inside him. He kept his mouth closed to hide them from Cena. He also kept them away from her skin. It was all too tempting to bite her.
Her inner walls squeezed his shaft while she rode him faster. When her movements became more desperate, and she ground harder against him each time she pressed down, Kysen knew Cena was close to finding her release. He thrust his hips to meet hers, feeling the point of no return edging ever nearer.
Kysen reached between them and rubbed her clit. “Come, baby. I can’t hold back much longer.”
She pushed down on him, then with her eyes closed, Cena threw back her head and moaned loudly as she came. The gripping of her pussy around his cock sent him into his own release. He thrust into her one final time while his shaft pulsed deep inside her pussy.
As the last wave of his orgasm faded, Kysen gathered Cena close. He kissed her before he nuzzled the side of her neck. He felt his blood hunger, but didn’t have an overwhelming need to bite her as his brothers-in-arms had experienced with their mates.
Feeling as if he would be setting himself up for disappointment, Kysen hesitated for a split second before he dragged a fang against Cena’s skin. But the need to know urged him to do what he’d planned. Sinking a hand in her hair at the back of her head, he held her in place, then sank his fangs into her neck.
A gasp escaped Cena’s lips, which soon turned to a whimpered moan of pleasure. Kysen swallowed the first mouthful of her blood and felt as if he’d been shot up with a dose of extreme pleasure. His cock instantly went rock hard. He continued to feed as he thrust into her. He swiftly reached his orgasm just as Cena
started to come.
When it was over, Kysen removed his fangs and licked the bite mark to heal it. He buried his face in the crook of Cena’s neck, a little overwhelmed by the emotions shooting through him. She was his mate. Her blood had satisfied him, and he no longer felt his blood hunger. Even though he’d had no sign she was indeed the woman meant for him, somehow she was.
Cena pushed his head away from her neck and met his gaze. “Did you just bite me?” she asked incredulously.
To make absolutely sure Cena was the one, Kysen locked gazes with her and tried to get into her mind to see if he could wipe it. Her reaction was to furrow her brow and reach up to rub the center of her forehead. He gave her a large closed-mouth grin when he felt as if he’d run into a brick wall inside her head. He couldn’t wipe her.
“What are you grinning like that for?” Cena asked. “You bit me, didn’t you?”
Kysen decided now wasn’t the time to explain everything to Cena. He didn’t want her first time to be marred by her freaking out about what he truly was. That could come later.
“I may have gotten a little carried away,” he said. “But you seemed to like it.”
She reached up and touched the spot on her neck where he’d bitten her. “It doesn’t feel as if you broke the skin.”
He pulled her hand away and brushed a kiss across her mouth. “You can’t deny that you liked it.”
Cena chuckled. “Okay, I’ll admit that it did feel pretty good.” She shifted on his lap and made a small grimace.
“Sore?” he asked.
“Just a little, not that I’m complaining.” She smiled. “But it won’t stop me from having you again.”
Kysen lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet in front of him before he stood. “I think a soak in the tub is in order.” He looked down and saw blood on his now-soft cock. “I’ll take one with you.”
She stepped closer and went on her tiptoes to kiss him. “I like the sound of that.”
Kysen watched the sway of Cena’s bare bottom after she turned away from him and walked toward the bathroom. He followed his mate, feeling as if all the years of loneliness since he’d lost Acenith had finally come to a close.
Chapter Eight
Cena propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Kysen as he slept beside her. After they’d had a long soak in the tub—where he refused to make love to her again, afraid she’d be too sore—they had lain down on her bed to cuddle. It only seemed like a matter of minutes before Kysen had fallen asleep.
She lovingly traced his dark brows, straight nose and square jaw with her gaze. Making love to Kysen had been mind-blowing. For it being her first time, he’d done everything he could to make it as painless as possible for her. She’d expected some pain, but when the time came, he’d aroused her to the point she’d only felt a small pinch. After that little pain had gone away, she’d felt nothing but pleasure.
She’d also had no second thoughts when it had come time to join their bodies together. As silly as it sounded even to her, it felt as if she’d been waiting for Kysen all along. And as if some part of her deep down inside recognized him, and had from the moment she’d met him.
Cena shook her head. She’d finally gotten laid and she was turning into some kind of lovesick woman who believed in fate and finding your soul mate. Then the dream she had the night before rose to the surface of her mind for the millionth time that day. Could the reason she felt as if she recognized Kysen on that kind of level be because of her dreams? She shook her head again. That was getting too deep even for her.
But Cena had to admit she did have very strong feelings for Kysen, a lot stronger than they had been. And she couldn’t discount the fact the dream had been a big part of changing how she felt about him. When she’d seen him standing there outside the tea house, she’d had to stop herself from running up to him and throwing herself into his arms. She’d wanted to hold him and say she’d never leave him again. And that she’d missed him so very much.
Now that she’d slept with Kysen and had him sleeping naked in her bed, Cena didn’t want to let him go. It felt right to have him here lying next to her. Actually, more than right. And she’d believed his explanation for what had happened on Saturday night. Obviously what he did for his job was something important, something he was basically on-call for if the need arose. With Kysen being so secretive about what he did for a living, Cena thought he was some kind of intelligence agent working for a secret division of the government. But that could just be her imagination at work there. Whatever it was he did, she could be patient until he felt more comfortable telling her everything about it.
Kysen sighed in his sleep and turned his head toward her. He then mumbled something she couldn’t quite hear. Smiling, she ran the tip of her finger along one of his eyebrows. “Kysen,” she said softly. “You’re talking in your sleep.”
He batted her hand away from his face and said, “Sedjer, Acenith.”
Cena’s smile faded away and she went very still. Acenith? That was the name the Kysen in her dream had called her. She knew the real Kysen had known Cena was just another version for Acenith—he’d told her that on the first day they’d met—but it just seemed too much of a coincidence that Kysen would call her that now. And the other word he’d said, which she thought sounded Egyptian… Why did she feel as if she’d know what it meant if she just thought hard enough?
Clearing her throat, Cena asked, “What did you call me?”
Kysen blinked open his eyes. “What?” he replied in a sleep-filled voice.
“You called me Acenith.”
A look of uncertainty flashed across Kysen’s face. “I did?”
“Yes. You said, Sedjer, Acenith. What does that mean?”
“It means sleep, Acenith. I guess when I dream I must do it in the language of my birth. English is my second, after all.”
“And Acenith? You’ve never called me that before.”
“I don’t know. I guess it was a slip. You remind me of an Acenith I used to know a very long time ago back in Egypt.”
Cena shivered. An Acenith he used to know in Egypt? Why did she get a sudden chill as if somebody had just walked over her grave? It just had to be another coincidence that Kysen had known an Acenith in the country he’d emigrated from. Nothing more. Even if she accepted that her dream had been real, had been a memory from another life as Emiko had suggested, there was no way this Kysen could have been that Kysen. Unless he and she had been reincarnated and had once loved before in ancient Egypt. That line of thinking said she’d lose it if she didn’t watch her thoughts.
Kysen rolled into her and pushed her to her back as he settled on top of her. “It was just a mistake, Cena. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was asleep. Would you prefer if I call you merwet or nefer?” He accompanied each word with a kiss.
Having him naked on top of her with his growing erection pressed to the inside of her thigh, Cena put her arms around his neck. “It would help if I knew what those words meant.”
He kissed her. “Merwet means love.” He kissed her again. “And nefer means beautiful.”
Desire had her blood surging through her veins as she became aroused. “Mmm, I think those two words are perfectly acceptable.”
“I think they are too,” he said as he nibbled on her earlobe.
Cena spread her legs a little wider so Kysen settled deeper between them. “I think that will be enough of a lesson on teaching me a foreign language for now. There’s something else I would much rather do.”
Kysen reached down and cupped her bottom as he positioned his cock to rub against her pussy. “And what would that be?”
She gasped when he continued to rub himself against her, coating himself in her wetness. “Oh, I think you’ve already guessed. You’ve made a good start of it.”
“We shouldn’t,” he said while he placed kisses on the corners of her mouth. “You could still be sore.”
“I’m sure I can handle one more time.”
“I do.”
Kysen fully claimed her mouth then. Using teeth and tongue, he brought her to instant full arousal. His tongue pushed into her mouth at the same time his hard cock rubbed against her slick opening. She ached to have him fill her again, wanted to feel him moving deep inside her so she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
This time when he pushed his cock inside her pussy there wasn’t even a twinge of pain. Her body easily stretched to accommodate his girth. Seated to the hilt, Kysen’s cock filled her completely. Cena squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft when he started to move, increasing the pleasurable sensations she felt as he slid in and out.
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around Kysen’s waist as he pumped his hips between her thighs. Unlike the first time, he was the one in control. He set a faster pace, pulling almost free of her body before he pushed back inside.
Kysen lifted his upper body off her and supported himself on his hands. She held on to his biceps as he speared into her faster, angling his hips so his shaft rubbed against her clit with each thrust in. Cena moaned, feeling all the pleasure centered in her pussy steadily build. She matched his strokes to meet each of his downward plunges.
Having shut her eyes to better focus on the pleasurable feeling of Kysen’s body taking hers, Cena cracked them open and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed as he breathed heavily through his mouth. For a split second, she caught what looked to be the tips of fangs peeking out from under Kysen’s upper lip. But then he closed his mouth and they were no longer visible.
Cena closed her eyes, thinking her mind had played tricks on her. With the amount of pleasure he was giving her, her mind wasn’t exactly all there. The sensations building inside her body finally reached the pinnacle and she fell over the edge, sending her into an intense orgasm. With a keening moan, she came, her pussy rhythmically squeezing Kysen’s cock like a tight fist. He thrust into her one final time and groaned. She felt his shaft pulse deep inside her as he filled her with his cum.
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