A Sprinkle of Stardust

Chapter 33 - Desire

Nash's fingers brushed against the inside of Lyrani's leg. The thrill it sent through her made her want more of his touch, more of him.

She moaned against his mouth, breathless, senseless. Stars, how she wanted him. She could think of nothing else.

Nash slammed the door closed on the night outside, then Lyrani was raising her arms so he could pull her dress over her head. Despite the warm air, pleasant little shivers passed over her skin as his gaze swept over her body.

Hands on the backs of Lyrani's thighs, Nash lifted her. She kicked off her shoes before her legs wrapped around his waist, holding them closer than they had ever been but not the closest they could be.

Lyrani's trembling fingers undid the gleaming ribbon tying Nash's hair back, letting it fall loose over his shoulders. She rolled the ends between her fingers as she pressed her mouth to his.

She wanted to touch him. All of him.

Nash set Lyrani down on his bed. His sheets were of silk, so smooth that she felt she could melt into them.

Lyrani pulled Nash down with her. All she needed was to be close to him.

His mouth wandered over her chin and down her throat, then back up to her lips. She devoured him, tasting him, memorising him. Every little touch sent a lovely shiver through her.

Nash trailed kisses over Lyrani's bare stomach, past the waistband of her underwear and lower. Tingles followed in their wake.

Even through the fabric, Nash's mouth sent heat pulsating through Lyrani. It started with him, between her legs, but within moments it had spread to the rest of her.

"Nash," Lyrani moaned.

Her heart had never beaten so quickly. She had never gasped at the air like this, her chest heaving in need, in greed.

Holding Lyrani's gaze, Nash hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled her underwear down her legs ever so slowly. The lace dragged over her skin, frustrating her to the point that she nearly took care of it herself.

Nash must've seen the change in her eyes because in the next moment, the pesky undergarment was tossed aside, and Lyrani was lying beneath him wearing nothing but her bra.

Warmth rose in Lyrani's face to match the heat throbbing a steady demand inside her.

"Don't move." Nash touched a quick kiss to Lyrani's mouth before straightening.

She tried to ignore the ache tightening within her, but that only made her more aware of it. Still, she would obey His Majesty's orders and refrain from bringing her trembling fingers to her desperate self.

Kneeling between Lyrani's legs, Nash slipped off his tunic. He let it fall, but she didn't see where. She didn't care. Nothing mattered but the starlight gleaming off his chest and the faint shadows etching out the muscles on his stomach.

Nash answered Lyrani's unspoken call for his touch, starting at her ankle and brushing his lips along her calf then her thigh.

Lyrani felt every movement of Nash's lips against her, but it didn't satisfy her, only made her want more.

Lyrani was throbbing in need of him. She gave a low moan.

Nash stopped at the end of his path of kisses. Lyrani was breathless at the sight of his bright eyes and his hair tousled from the desperate fingers she had run through it.

Without affording her a chance to catch her breath, Nash's mouth found hers, teasing the last bit of air from her lungs, and she surrendered it.

"Nash...please."