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She felt the rush of warmth flow through her, and she was too weak to fight it. His words puzzled her, creasing her brow, but she was too out of breath to try and ask him to explain. Not that he gave her much time for such matters. Already he was shifting to be over her, gently nudging her legs apart, and she was too far gone to even consider resisting. She was his to mold as he pleased. She rolled her upper body so that her shoulders were flat once more and she could look up at him. Her face was flushed and glistened with the beginnings of a sweat. Her eyes quickly closed once more as she felt him press against her entrance, a small breathy sigh parting her lips.
He began to push into her, slowly, but it was overwhelming nonetheless. She gasped even as her body eagerly accommodated him, though it was a wider girth than before. The way he stretched her now had her trembling, eager for more yet nervous of what was to come, wondering if she could handle all of him. But he moved slowly, even as the low growl he released made her whimper in anticipation. She felt as he lowered himself above her, felt the heat radiating off her body. He stilled then, enough to allow her to open her eyes, looking up at him through dark lashes. It was only with his reminder that she realized she had been holding her breath again.
Just as she exhaled, feeling some of the heaviness leave her chest, he pushed the rest of the way into her. She tensed, feeling a slight pain that had her arms wrapping around his back, holding to him, waiting as it faded back to the fullness of before. He pressed his forehead to hers, noses brushing against each other. That and his soft words more than anything reassured her. Gradually her breathing became mostly steady, and she gently nuzzled her nose against his, loosening her grip on him just a little.
“Okay... I think I’m ready,” she murmured, eyes opening to meet his once more, anticipation in her eyes, wondering just what was in store for her next.
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She felt the rush of warmth flow through her, and she was too weak to fight it. His words puzzled her, creasing her brow, but she was too out of breath to try and ask him to explain. Not that he gave her much time for such matters. Already he was shifting to be over her, gently nudging her legs apart, and she was too far gone to even consider resisting. She was his to mold as he pleased. She rolled her upper body so that her shoulders were flat once more and she could look up at him. Her face was flushed and glistened with the beginnings of a sweat. Her eyes quickly closed once more as she felt him press against her entrance, a small breathy sigh parting her lips.
He began to push into her, slowly, but it was overwhelming nonetheless. She gasped even as her body eagerly accommodated him, though it was a wider girth than before. The way he stretched her now had her trembling, eager for more yet nervous of what was to come, wondering if she could handle all of him. But he moved slowly, even as the low growl he released made her whimper in anticipation. She felt as he lowered himself above her, felt the heat radiating off her body. He stilled then, enough to allow her to open her eyes, looking up at him through dark lashes. It was only with his reminder that she realized she had been holding her breath again.
Just as she exhaled, feeling some of the heaviness leave her chest, he pushed the rest of the way into her. She tensed, feeling a slight pain that had her arms wrapping around his back, holding to him, waiting as it faded back to the fullness of before. He pressed his forehead to hers, noses brushing against each other. That and his soft words more than anything reassured her. Gradually her breathing became mostly steady, and she gently nuzzled her nose against his, loosening her grip on him just a little.
“Okay... I think I’m ready,” she murmured, eyes opening to meet his once more, anticipation in her eyes, wondering just what was in store for her next.
She felt the rush of warmth flow through her, and she was too weak to fight it. His words puzzled her, creasing her brow, but she was too out of breath to try and ask him to explain. Not that he gave her much time for such matters. Already he was shifting to be over her, gently nudging her legs apart, and she was too far gone to even consider resisting. She was his to mold as he pleased. She rolled her upper body so that her shoulders were flat once more and she could look up at him. Her face was flushed and glistened with the beginnings of a sweat. Her eyes quickly closed once more as she felt him press against her entrance, a small breathy sigh parting her lips.
He began to push into her, slowly, but it was overwhelming nonetheless. She gasped even as her body eagerly accommodated him, though it was a wider girth than before. The way he stretched her now had her trembling, eager for more yet nervous of what was to come, wondering if she could handle all of him. But he moved slowly, even as the low growl he released made her whimper in anticipation. She felt as he lowered himself above her, felt the heat radiating off her body. He stilled then, enough to allow her to open her eyes, looking up at him through dark lashes. It was only with his reminder that she realized she had been holding her breath again.
Just as she exhaled, feeling some of the heaviness leave her chest, he pushed the rest of the way into her. She tensed, feeling a slight pain that had her arms wrapping around his back, holding to him, waiting as it faded back to the fullness of before. He pressed his forehead to hers, noses brushing against each other. That and his soft words more than anything reassured her. Gradually her breathing became mostly steady, and she gently nuzzled her nose against his, loosening her grip on him just a little.
“Okay... I think I’m ready,” she murmured, eyes opening to meet his once more, anticipation in her eyes, wondering just what was in store for her next.
As much as he’d tried to make her ready, she was still tight around him. He instinctively wanted to push on, to roll to hips and begin that climb. Control. He needed to keep control. He couldn’t lose himself in the sensations, no matter how much he might want to. He had to wait. His breathing was ragged as he fought with himself to not give in to those more primal and basic urges.
‘Okay...I think I’m ready.’
He lifted his head and opened his eyes to meet her gaze. Her expression was so full of wonder. And he was floored again by the fact that he was the first man to do this to her. His mouth hung open slightly as he slowly began to roll his hips, pulling himself out of her depths and sliding back in. She was so tight, her walls like a vice around his thickness. He groaned, a low growling sound. “You feel amazing,” he murmured his eyes heavy with the desire he was feeling. He kept the pace slow and steady. It took everything he had to keep it that way. He kept that hooded gaze on her face, enjoying the expressions of bliss that flitted across her features. Knowing he was doing that to her - somehow it made him harder.
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As much as he’d tried to make her ready, she was still tight around him. He instinctively wanted to push on, to roll to hips and begin that climb. Control. He needed to keep control. He couldn’t lose himself in the sensations, no matter how much he might want to. He had to wait. His breathing was ragged as he fought with himself to not give in to those more primal and basic urges.
‘Okay...I think I’m ready.’
He lifted his head and opened his eyes to meet her gaze. Her expression was so full of wonder. And he was floored again by the fact that he was the first man to do this to her. His mouth hung open slightly as he slowly began to roll his hips, pulling himself out of her depths and sliding back in. She was so tight, her walls like a vice around his thickness. He groaned, a low growling sound. “You feel amazing,” he murmured his eyes heavy with the desire he was feeling. He kept the pace slow and steady. It took everything he had to keep it that way. He kept that hooded gaze on her face, enjoying the expressions of bliss that flitted across her features. Knowing he was doing that to her - somehow it made him harder.
As much as he’d tried to make her ready, she was still tight around him. He instinctively wanted to push on, to roll to hips and begin that climb. Control. He needed to keep control. He couldn’t lose himself in the sensations, no matter how much he might want to. He had to wait. His breathing was ragged as he fought with himself to not give in to those more primal and basic urges.
‘Okay...I think I’m ready.’
He lifted his head and opened his eyes to meet her gaze. Her expression was so full of wonder. And he was floored again by the fact that he was the first man to do this to her. His mouth hung open slightly as he slowly began to roll his hips, pulling himself out of her depths and sliding back in. She was so tight, her walls like a vice around his thickness. He groaned, a low growling sound. “You feel amazing,” he murmured his eyes heavy with the desire he was feeling. He kept the pace slow and steady. It took everything he had to keep it that way. He kept that hooded gaze on her face, enjoying the expressions of bliss that flitted across her features. Knowing he was doing that to her - somehow it made him harder.
Essa had no idea how difficult it was for him to reign in his instincts to go harder, faster. All she knew was the fullness of him, and the gentleness he was giving her now. Seeing the way his mouth dropped as he looked down at her, she couldn’t resist the urge to lean up and catch his lower lip between her teeth, sucking lightly only to moan against him, her whole body shuddering as he began to move. Her head fell back to the bed, eyes tightly shut once more as he pushed back into her. Her body may have adjusted to his girth, but it did nothing to lessen the sensation of him filling her entirely. As he pressed into the hilt once more, her walls clenched around him again, as though to keep him there.
“So do you,” she managed to whisper in response before his next motion had her gasping again. As he repeated the motion, slowly she grew to know what to expect, to relax under the ebb and flow of the pleasure he offered her. The last of her nerves slipped away and she sank into the moment entirely, losing herself to him. One hand shifted slightly to curl into his hair at the base of his neck, while the other remained wrapped around his back. Though quickly becoming more plentiful, the sounds of her pleasure stayed soft. Rather than growing louder, they seemed to shift into a higher pitch as her pleasure intensified. Everything she had thought overwhelming and intense before paled in comparison to the feeling of him inside her. It was as though nothing existed beyond the two of them as their bodies joined together.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hips finally rising to meet his, eager for the next burst of bliss that would follow as he filled her once more. “Yesssss,” she hissed, her back arching to press herself more firmly against him as he hovered above her, careful to keep his weight off her delicate frame. Her hands curled against him, not sharply, but to clutch him tighter as instinct consumed her and left her craving more, even as she found herself baffled by the notion that it could possibly feel any better than this.
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Essa had no idea how difficult it was for him to reign in his instincts to go harder, faster. All she knew was the fullness of him, and the gentleness he was giving her now. Seeing the way his mouth dropped as he looked down at her, she couldn’t resist the urge to lean up and catch his lower lip between her teeth, sucking lightly only to moan against him, her whole body shuddering as he began to move. Her head fell back to the bed, eyes tightly shut once more as he pushed back into her. Her body may have adjusted to his girth, but it did nothing to lessen the sensation of him filling her entirely. As he pressed into the hilt once more, her walls clenched around him again, as though to keep him there.
“So do you,” she managed to whisper in response before his next motion had her gasping again. As he repeated the motion, slowly she grew to know what to expect, to relax under the ebb and flow of the pleasure he offered her. The last of her nerves slipped away and she sank into the moment entirely, losing herself to him. One hand shifted slightly to curl into his hair at the base of his neck, while the other remained wrapped around his back. Though quickly becoming more plentiful, the sounds of her pleasure stayed soft. Rather than growing louder, they seemed to shift into a higher pitch as her pleasure intensified. Everything she had thought overwhelming and intense before paled in comparison to the feeling of him inside her. It was as though nothing existed beyond the two of them as their bodies joined together.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hips finally rising to meet his, eager for the next burst of bliss that would follow as he filled her once more. “Yesssss,” she hissed, her back arching to press herself more firmly against him as he hovered above her, careful to keep his weight off her delicate frame. Her hands curled against him, not sharply, but to clutch him tighter as instinct consumed her and left her craving more, even as she found herself baffled by the notion that it could possibly feel any better than this.
Essa had no idea how difficult it was for him to reign in his instincts to go harder, faster. All she knew was the fullness of him, and the gentleness he was giving her now. Seeing the way his mouth dropped as he looked down at her, she couldn’t resist the urge to lean up and catch his lower lip between her teeth, sucking lightly only to moan against him, her whole body shuddering as he began to move. Her head fell back to the bed, eyes tightly shut once more as he pushed back into her. Her body may have adjusted to his girth, but it did nothing to lessen the sensation of him filling her entirely. As he pressed into the hilt once more, her walls clenched around him again, as though to keep him there.
“So do you,” she managed to whisper in response before his next motion had her gasping again. As he repeated the motion, slowly she grew to know what to expect, to relax under the ebb and flow of the pleasure he offered her. The last of her nerves slipped away and she sank into the moment entirely, losing herself to him. One hand shifted slightly to curl into his hair at the base of his neck, while the other remained wrapped around his back. Though quickly becoming more plentiful, the sounds of her pleasure stayed soft. Rather than growing louder, they seemed to shift into a higher pitch as her pleasure intensified. Everything she had thought overwhelming and intense before paled in comparison to the feeling of him inside her. It was as though nothing existed beyond the two of them as their bodies joined together.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hips finally rising to meet his, eager for the next burst of bliss that would follow as he filled her once more. “Yesssss,” she hissed, her back arching to press herself more firmly against him as he hovered above her, careful to keep his weight off her delicate frame. Her hands curled against him, not sharply, but to clutch him tighter as instinct consumed her and left her craving more, even as she found herself baffled by the notion that it could possibly feel any better than this.
Kyros was both amused and pleased at the same time when Essa bit his lip. He groaned into it, kissing her full on the lips before she threw her head back into the pillow as he began to move within her. Her breathless response to his words of amazement had him chuckling softly. She was incredible. She’d been so shy as to push him away before. But now… now the innocent princess seemed to have embraced this most natural of acts. It made him want her all the more.
Essa’s body arched to meet his, her hips rolling in time with his own. His control was slowly ebbing. HIs breathing grew more and more ragged as he fought the beast within back. ‘Oh god, yesss.’ Those words in his ear, her moans of pleasure, her rhythm matches his. That did it. He couldn’t fight it any longer. “You like that don’t you.” He laughed, not mocking in the least. It was a cocky, triumphant laugh, low and rumbling. Dangerous. “We’re gonna go a little faster now, baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” His voice was thick and husky, and even as he spoke and sped up the pace. Not to the furious speed he wanted to go, but faster all the same. He arched his back up, bending his head low and took one breast into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, his tongue dancing circles around her sensitive nipple. He sucked and teased, his teeth grazing her skin. He shifted his weight to one arm, and brought his other hand to squeeze and tease her other breast. Never missing a beat with his thrusts. In and out. In and out. Driving them both to new heights of pleasure.
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Kyros was both amused and pleased at the same time when Essa bit his lip. He groaned into it, kissing her full on the lips before she threw her head back into the pillow as he began to move within her. Her breathless response to his words of amazement had him chuckling softly. She was incredible. She’d been so shy as to push him away before. But now… now the innocent princess seemed to have embraced this most natural of acts. It made him want her all the more.
Essa’s body arched to meet his, her hips rolling in time with his own. His control was slowly ebbing. HIs breathing grew more and more ragged as he fought the beast within back. ‘Oh god, yesss.’ Those words in his ear, her moans of pleasure, her rhythm matches his. That did it. He couldn’t fight it any longer. “You like that don’t you.” He laughed, not mocking in the least. It was a cocky, triumphant laugh, low and rumbling. Dangerous. “We’re gonna go a little faster now, baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” His voice was thick and husky, and even as he spoke and sped up the pace. Not to the furious speed he wanted to go, but faster all the same. He arched his back up, bending his head low and took one breast into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, his tongue dancing circles around her sensitive nipple. He sucked and teased, his teeth grazing her skin. He shifted his weight to one arm, and brought his other hand to squeeze and tease her other breast. Never missing a beat with his thrusts. In and out. In and out. Driving them both to new heights of pleasure.
Kyros was both amused and pleased at the same time when Essa bit his lip. He groaned into it, kissing her full on the lips before she threw her head back into the pillow as he began to move within her. Her breathless response to his words of amazement had him chuckling softly. She was incredible. She’d been so shy as to push him away before. But now… now the innocent princess seemed to have embraced this most natural of acts. It made him want her all the more.
Essa’s body arched to meet his, her hips rolling in time with his own. His control was slowly ebbing. HIs breathing grew more and more ragged as he fought the beast within back. ‘Oh god, yesss.’ Those words in his ear, her moans of pleasure, her rhythm matches his. That did it. He couldn’t fight it any longer. “You like that don’t you.” He laughed, not mocking in the least. It was a cocky, triumphant laugh, low and rumbling. Dangerous. “We’re gonna go a little faster now, baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” His voice was thick and husky, and even as he spoke and sped up the pace. Not to the furious speed he wanted to go, but faster all the same. He arched his back up, bending his head low and took one breast into his mouth. He groaned at the taste, his tongue dancing circles around her sensitive nipple. He sucked and teased, his teeth grazing her skin. He shifted his weight to one arm, and brought his other hand to squeeze and tease her other breast. Never missing a beat with his thrusts. In and out. In and out. Driving them both to new heights of pleasure.
Suddenly, Essa finally understood why everyone else her age seemed so sex obsessed. She had always assumed it was exaggerated, but she was quickly learning that wasn’t the case at all. Any hesitation or shyness about her had long since faded. Soon enough, she was moving with him, encouraged by every one of his ragged, straining breaths. “Uh huh,” she agreed, her voice a whimper. She did like it, far more than she had expected to. His laughter rolled over her, sending a shiver through her whole body.
Even as he warned her, nothing could have prepared her for what followed.
As his speed quickened, so too did her breath. She clutched to him tighter, groaning as a new flurry of sensations washed over her. “Holy shit,” she gasped. It was becoming more and more clear to her that she had even less an idea about this than she had ever believed. He managed to keep intensifying the pleasure of it beyond what she thought could have been possible. Was it always like this, or was it him that made it so?
She cried out as his mouth closed around her nipple, still hard and aching from his earlier attentions. Teeth and tongue added to her pleasure, and without even realizing it, the hand at the back of his head gently applied pressure, encouraging him to give her more. Soon a hand toyed with the other breast, the overwhelming combination overtaking her senses. Her hips bucked beneath him as she writhed. Once more, she felt that tension growing in her body.
She knew she should stop it - he had told her to relax after all - but she had no willpower left to resist the bombardment of ecstasy he was showering upon her. “Oh god... Ky!” Her cry turned into a shriek and the motion of her body became less rhythmic and more frenzied. She could almost swear she felt herself growing wetter still around his length, yet that seemed impossible. All the while he thrust relentlessly, driving her deeper into the sheer bliss that coursed through her.
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Suddenly, Essa finally understood why everyone else her age seemed so sex obsessed. She had always assumed it was exaggerated, but she was quickly learning that wasn’t the case at all. Any hesitation or shyness about her had long since faded. Soon enough, she was moving with him, encouraged by every one of his ragged, straining breaths. “Uh huh,” she agreed, her voice a whimper. She did like it, far more than she had expected to. His laughter rolled over her, sending a shiver through her whole body.
Even as he warned her, nothing could have prepared her for what followed.
As his speed quickened, so too did her breath. She clutched to him tighter, groaning as a new flurry of sensations washed over her. “Holy shit,” she gasped. It was becoming more and more clear to her that she had even less an idea about this than she had ever believed. He managed to keep intensifying the pleasure of it beyond what she thought could have been possible. Was it always like this, or was it him that made it so?
She cried out as his mouth closed around her nipple, still hard and aching from his earlier attentions. Teeth and tongue added to her pleasure, and without even realizing it, the hand at the back of his head gently applied pressure, encouraging him to give her more. Soon a hand toyed with the other breast, the overwhelming combination overtaking her senses. Her hips bucked beneath him as she writhed. Once more, she felt that tension growing in her body.
She knew she should stop it - he had told her to relax after all - but she had no willpower left to resist the bombardment of ecstasy he was showering upon her. “Oh god... Ky!” Her cry turned into a shriek and the motion of her body became less rhythmic and more frenzied. She could almost swear she felt herself growing wetter still around his length, yet that seemed impossible. All the while he thrust relentlessly, driving her deeper into the sheer bliss that coursed through her.
Suddenly, Essa finally understood why everyone else her age seemed so sex obsessed. She had always assumed it was exaggerated, but she was quickly learning that wasn’t the case at all. Any hesitation or shyness about her had long since faded. Soon enough, she was moving with him, encouraged by every one of his ragged, straining breaths. “Uh huh,” she agreed, her voice a whimper. She did like it, far more than she had expected to. His laughter rolled over her, sending a shiver through her whole body.
Even as he warned her, nothing could have prepared her for what followed.
As his speed quickened, so too did her breath. She clutched to him tighter, groaning as a new flurry of sensations washed over her. “Holy shit,” she gasped. It was becoming more and more clear to her that she had even less an idea about this than she had ever believed. He managed to keep intensifying the pleasure of it beyond what she thought could have been possible. Was it always like this, or was it him that made it so?
She cried out as his mouth closed around her nipple, still hard and aching from his earlier attentions. Teeth and tongue added to her pleasure, and without even realizing it, the hand at the back of his head gently applied pressure, encouraging him to give her more. Soon a hand toyed with the other breast, the overwhelming combination overtaking her senses. Her hips bucked beneath him as she writhed. Once more, she felt that tension growing in her body.
She knew she should stop it - he had told her to relax after all - but she had no willpower left to resist the bombardment of ecstasy he was showering upon her. “Oh god... Ky!” Her cry turned into a shriek and the motion of her body became less rhythmic and more frenzied. She could almost swear she felt herself growing wetter still around his length, yet that seemed impossible. All the while he thrust relentlessly, driving her deeper into the sheer bliss that coursed through her.
Kyros buried himself deep inside her, over and over and over. Driving them both higher. He could feel her body growing tense beneath him. He could hardly stand it, could hardly keep that control. Fuck she felt so good. As so tight, despite how wet she was. Her walls held onto him, making it harder and harder to move. Making him harder and harder. Oh shit. HIs breathing was labored as he fought to hold it together.
She cried his name, and he felt her dams break open. And that was it. She pulled him over the edge with her. “Fuck! Yes, baby, goddamn that’s good.” A few more quick strokes and he loosed his load inside her, thrusting himself deep and grinding against her as his body throbbed. He claimed her lips as his orgasm rolled through him, every muscle spasming.
Finally, feeling spent, he rolled to the side, withdrawing from her, to lay on his back on the bed next to her. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing still wasn’t quite normal. He was still sort of shocked at himself for losing his control and giving in to the physical desires she’d stirred up in him. He definitely hadn’t planned on this happening. Let alone, her letting it happen.
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Kyros buried himself deep inside her, over and over and over. Driving them both higher. He could feel her body growing tense beneath him. He could hardly stand it, could hardly keep that control. Fuck she felt so good. As so tight, despite how wet she was. Her walls held onto him, making it harder and harder to move. Making him harder and harder. Oh shit. HIs breathing was labored as he fought to hold it together.
She cried his name, and he felt her dams break open. And that was it. She pulled him over the edge with her. “Fuck! Yes, baby, goddamn that’s good.” A few more quick strokes and he loosed his load inside her, thrusting himself deep and grinding against her as his body throbbed. He claimed her lips as his orgasm rolled through him, every muscle spasming.
Finally, feeling spent, he rolled to the side, withdrawing from her, to lay on his back on the bed next to her. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing still wasn’t quite normal. He was still sort of shocked at himself for losing his control and giving in to the physical desires she’d stirred up in him. He definitely hadn’t planned on this happening. Let alone, her letting it happen.
Kyros buried himself deep inside her, over and over and over. Driving them both higher. He could feel her body growing tense beneath him. He could hardly stand it, could hardly keep that control. Fuck she felt so good. As so tight, despite how wet she was. Her walls held onto him, making it harder and harder to move. Making him harder and harder. Oh shit. HIs breathing was labored as he fought to hold it together.
She cried his name, and he felt her dams break open. And that was it. She pulled him over the edge with her. “Fuck! Yes, baby, goddamn that’s good.” A few more quick strokes and he loosed his load inside her, thrusting himself deep and grinding against her as his body throbbed. He claimed her lips as his orgasm rolled through him, every muscle spasming.
Finally, feeling spent, he rolled to the side, withdrawing from her, to lay on his back on the bed next to her. His whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his breathing still wasn’t quite normal. He was still sort of shocked at himself for losing his control and giving in to the physical desires she’d stirred up in him. He definitely hadn’t planned on this happening. Let alone, her letting it happen.
The notion that he might be holding back - or struggling to - would seem impossible to her. Then again, he had exceeded her every expectation repeatedly, so anything was possible. She screamed as her body convulsed around him and it seemed he was anything but upset with her. His words combined with the few quick strokes that followed had her whimpering for him once more, and suddenly she felt a warmth pour forth into her. She was trembling beneath him even as his lips claimed her own. It was all she could do to cling to him as tightly as she could, mustering the strength to return his kiss with all the energy she had left.
Then he rolled off to the side and suddenly she found herself feeling his absence with a sharp pang. The subtle weight of him, the way his heat warmed her… all of it. She hadn't been prepared to miss him, especially not when he hadn't so much as left the bed yet. She lay there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Wow. That was… incredible… so much better than I thought it could be," she admitted, breathless and flushed.
Her breathing had barely slowed when she rolled over onto her side to face him. There was a certain shyness and vulnerability to her features as she looked at him, biting her lip nervously. "Was it… good for you too?"
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The notion that he might be holding back - or struggling to - would seem impossible to her. Then again, he had exceeded her every expectation repeatedly, so anything was possible. She screamed as her body convulsed around him and it seemed he was anything but upset with her. His words combined with the few quick strokes that followed had her whimpering for him once more, and suddenly she felt a warmth pour forth into her. She was trembling beneath him even as his lips claimed her own. It was all she could do to cling to him as tightly as she could, mustering the strength to return his kiss with all the energy she had left.
Then he rolled off to the side and suddenly she found herself feeling his absence with a sharp pang. The subtle weight of him, the way his heat warmed her… all of it. She hadn't been prepared to miss him, especially not when he hadn't so much as left the bed yet. She lay there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Wow. That was… incredible… so much better than I thought it could be," she admitted, breathless and flushed.
Her breathing had barely slowed when she rolled over onto her side to face him. There was a certain shyness and vulnerability to her features as she looked at him, biting her lip nervously. "Was it… good for you too?"
The notion that he might be holding back - or struggling to - would seem impossible to her. Then again, he had exceeded her every expectation repeatedly, so anything was possible. She screamed as her body convulsed around him and it seemed he was anything but upset with her. His words combined with the few quick strokes that followed had her whimpering for him once more, and suddenly she felt a warmth pour forth into her. She was trembling beneath him even as his lips claimed her own. It was all she could do to cling to him as tightly as she could, mustering the strength to return his kiss with all the energy she had left.
Then he rolled off to the side and suddenly she found herself feeling his absence with a sharp pang. The subtle weight of him, the way his heat warmed her… all of it. She hadn't been prepared to miss him, especially not when he hadn't so much as left the bed yet. She lay there for a moment, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Wow. That was… incredible… so much better than I thought it could be," she admitted, breathless and flushed.
Her breathing had barely slowed when she rolled over onto her side to face him. There was a certain shyness and vulnerability to her features as she looked at him, biting her lip nervously. "Was it… good for you too?"
The wonder in Essa’s voice. The innocence there. Kyros couldn’t stop the amused laugh that escaped him. “Glad I could impress, princess.” Tinged with mirth, his voice was thick and husky. He felt her roll over. He took in a deep breath and turned his head to look at her. One corner of his mouth curved up in a crooked smile. She looked fucking adorable laying there with that look on her face, her lower lip between her teeth. His own tongue darted out to wet his lips. He rolled onto his side to face her, his hand coming up to push her hair back behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. It was good for me too. It was actually quite the turn on to know that I was the first to touch you.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in and thinking that he could show her just how much he’d enjoyed it. He could already feel his body growing hard again. What was this woman doing to him?
His cell phone started ringing from the next room, where he’d left it on the table with his books. Fuck.
Kyros groaned in frustration. “I have to get that.” He withdrew from her, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. He scooped up his underwear and jeans from the floor and put them on as he went rushing for his phone. “È meglio che sia buono …” He practically growled into the phone. He started to pace, he always paced when he was on the phone. But his feet froze in place, and his back went stiff. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he looked over his shoulder towards Essa. “Ehm ... un momento...” He glanced around for a moment then hustled out onto the balcony and shut the door firmly behind him.
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The wonder in Essa’s voice. The innocence there. Kyros couldn’t stop the amused laugh that escaped him. “Glad I could impress, princess.” Tinged with mirth, his voice was thick and husky. He felt her roll over. He took in a deep breath and turned his head to look at her. One corner of his mouth curved up in a crooked smile. She looked fucking adorable laying there with that look on her face, her lower lip between her teeth. His own tongue darted out to wet his lips. He rolled onto his side to face her, his hand coming up to push her hair back behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. It was good for me too. It was actually quite the turn on to know that I was the first to touch you.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in and thinking that he could show her just how much he’d enjoyed it. He could already feel his body growing hard again. What was this woman doing to him?
His cell phone started ringing from the next room, where he’d left it on the table with his books. Fuck.
Kyros groaned in frustration. “I have to get that.” He withdrew from her, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. He scooped up his underwear and jeans from the floor and put them on as he went rushing for his phone. “È meglio che sia buono …” He practically growled into the phone. He started to pace, he always paced when he was on the phone. But his feet froze in place, and his back went stiff. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he looked over his shoulder towards Essa. “Ehm ... un momento...” He glanced around for a moment then hustled out onto the balcony and shut the door firmly behind him.
The wonder in Essa’s voice. The innocence there. Kyros couldn’t stop the amused laugh that escaped him. “Glad I could impress, princess.” Tinged with mirth, his voice was thick and husky. He felt her roll over. He took in a deep breath and turned his head to look at her. One corner of his mouth curved up in a crooked smile. She looked fucking adorable laying there with that look on her face, her lower lip between her teeth. His own tongue darted out to wet his lips. He rolled onto his side to face her, his hand coming up to push her hair back behind her ear. “Yeah, baby. It was good for me too. It was actually quite the turn on to know that I was the first to touch you.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in and thinking that he could show her just how much he’d enjoyed it. He could already feel his body growing hard again. What was this woman doing to him?
His cell phone started ringing from the next room, where he’d left it on the table with his books. Fuck.
Kyros groaned in frustration. “I have to get that.” He withdrew from her, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. He scooped up his underwear and jeans from the floor and put them on as he went rushing for his phone. “È meglio che sia buono …” He practically growled into the phone. He started to pace, he always paced when he was on the phone. But his feet froze in place, and his back went stiff. His eyes narrowed dangerously and he looked over his shoulder towards Essa. “Ehm ... un momento...” He glanced around for a moment then hustled out onto the balcony and shut the door firmly behind him.
She couldn't help but chuckle a little as he laughed, even as she blushed a little deeper. Was he just teasing her? As he turned his head, she saw that crooked smile of his and any doubts she had disappeared. When he reached out to her, she couldn't help but close her eyes and press into his touch. Still, her eyes fluttered open as he spoke. "Really?" she murmured softly.
Her eyes turned downcast as she admitted her fear. "I was worried… I know I don't have the first clue what I'm doing…" She flushed even more. "And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own." It was embarrassing to admit, but she felt compelled to even as he pulled her close. She sank eagerly into his embrace finding it far more comforting than she would have thought.
Then came the ringing of a phone from the other room and his frustrated groan. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him with a small giggle. She watched as he moved out of the room, underwear and jeans in hand as he tried to hurriedly throw them on. It certainly wasn't hard to appreciate that view.
Essa rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. She was officially no longer a virgin. Who knew that kidnapping was all it would take? And it felt unbelievably amazing. She was exhausted, spent, and yet she was already thinking about next time. Hoping there would be a next time still. She should be outraged but… she couldn't find it in herself to hold anything against Kyros. It wasn't his fault she was here and… well, it was only natural to feel some sort of affection for him after what they'd just shared. It didn't have to mean anything.
As she waited, she made no move to clothe herself, though she did eventually pull the blanket over herself as the air formed cold over her sweat covered skin. This all seemed so surreal, yet the slight ache that was settling in confirmed it had truly happened. Her eyes seemed to grow heavy in her contentment as she waited for him to return.
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She couldn't help but chuckle a little as he laughed, even as she blushed a little deeper. Was he just teasing her? As he turned his head, she saw that crooked smile of his and any doubts she had disappeared. When he reached out to her, she couldn't help but close her eyes and press into his touch. Still, her eyes fluttered open as he spoke. "Really?" she murmured softly.
Her eyes turned downcast as she admitted her fear. "I was worried… I know I don't have the first clue what I'm doing…" She flushed even more. "And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own." It was embarrassing to admit, but she felt compelled to even as he pulled her close. She sank eagerly into his embrace finding it far more comforting than she would have thought.
Then came the ringing of a phone from the other room and his frustrated groan. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him with a small giggle. She watched as he moved out of the room, underwear and jeans in hand as he tried to hurriedly throw them on. It certainly wasn't hard to appreciate that view.
Essa rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. She was officially no longer a virgin. Who knew that kidnapping was all it would take? And it felt unbelievably amazing. She was exhausted, spent, and yet she was already thinking about next time. Hoping there would be a next time still. She should be outraged but… she couldn't find it in herself to hold anything against Kyros. It wasn't his fault she was here and… well, it was only natural to feel some sort of affection for him after what they'd just shared. It didn't have to mean anything.
As she waited, she made no move to clothe herself, though she did eventually pull the blanket over herself as the air formed cold over her sweat covered skin. This all seemed so surreal, yet the slight ache that was settling in confirmed it had truly happened. Her eyes seemed to grow heavy in her contentment as she waited for him to return.
She couldn't help but chuckle a little as he laughed, even as she blushed a little deeper. Was he just teasing her? As he turned his head, she saw that crooked smile of his and any doubts she had disappeared. When he reached out to her, she couldn't help but close her eyes and press into his touch. Still, her eyes fluttered open as he spoke. "Really?" she murmured softly.
Her eyes turned downcast as she admitted her fear. "I was worried… I know I don't have the first clue what I'm doing…" She flushed even more. "And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own." It was embarrassing to admit, but she felt compelled to even as he pulled her close. She sank eagerly into his embrace finding it far more comforting than she would have thought.
Then came the ringing of a phone from the other room and his frustrated groan. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him with a small giggle. She watched as he moved out of the room, underwear and jeans in hand as he tried to hurriedly throw them on. It certainly wasn't hard to appreciate that view.
Essa rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. She was officially no longer a virgin. Who knew that kidnapping was all it would take? And it felt unbelievably amazing. She was exhausted, spent, and yet she was already thinking about next time. Hoping there would be a next time still. She should be outraged but… she couldn't find it in herself to hold anything against Kyros. It wasn't his fault she was here and… well, it was only natural to feel some sort of affection for him after what they'd just shared. It didn't have to mean anything.
As she waited, she made no move to clothe herself, though she did eventually pull the blanket over herself as the air formed cold over her sweat covered skin. This all seemed so surreal, yet the slight ache that was settling in confirmed it had truly happened. Her eyes seemed to grow heavy in her contentment as she waited for him to return.
‘And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own.’
So innocent. And he wanted to erase it all. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Your body tensing up is what happens when you cum.” He laughed, a deep warm belly laugh, his arms pulling her in as he thought about showing her all over again. But it’d all been ruined by the phone ringing. He’d really wanted to stay in that bed, feel her legs wrapped around him all over again. Fucking ringing phone.
Out on the balcony, Ky was tense and quiet, mostly, as he listened to the don on the other end. His trained eyes scanned the fenceline of the yard he could see. It seemed the ‘simple’ plan of holding the Drakos girl was not going quite as well as planned. “You know where my loyalties lie, sir. They won’t get anywhere near you while im - ….. But they can’t - ... Consider it done.” He didn’t like this. Not one bit. But Kyros was loyal to Moretti. He knew his job. The promise of death in his posture and in every move, Kyros came back inside. He burst into the bedroom and started gathering supplies, getting dressed. He didn’t even look at her as he moved about the room. His mind was already hyper focusing on the task ahead. “Time to get up princess. We gotta move. Now!” Every move he made was precise and practiced. Confident. Deadly. Gone was the gentle man he’d been in bed minutes before. This was the killer he’d told Essa he was. He zipped up his boots and pulled a clean shirt over his head. He secured his knives to both wrists, a set of throwing knives in each boot. Last he moved to a painting on the wall next to his closet and pulled it down, revealing a safe embedded in the wall. He punched in the code and with a beep the door swung open. From this he took money, documents, and finally a gun. Kyros didn’t really like guns. He much preferred his knives. But he may need the bullets soon enough. He checked the clip, grabbed a couple extra clips and finally turned his attention to Essa.
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‘And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own.’
So innocent. And he wanted to erase it all. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Your body tensing up is what happens when you cum.” He laughed, a deep warm belly laugh, his arms pulling her in as he thought about showing her all over again. But it’d all been ruined by the phone ringing. He’d really wanted to stay in that bed, feel her legs wrapped around him all over again. Fucking ringing phone.
Out on the balcony, Ky was tense and quiet, mostly, as he listened to the don on the other end. His trained eyes scanned the fenceline of the yard he could see. It seemed the ‘simple’ plan of holding the Drakos girl was not going quite as well as planned. “You know where my loyalties lie, sir. They won’t get anywhere near you while im - ….. But they can’t - ... Consider it done.” He didn’t like this. Not one bit. But Kyros was loyal to Moretti. He knew his job. The promise of death in his posture and in every move, Kyros came back inside. He burst into the bedroom and started gathering supplies, getting dressed. He didn’t even look at her as he moved about the room. His mind was already hyper focusing on the task ahead. “Time to get up princess. We gotta move. Now!” Every move he made was precise and practiced. Confident. Deadly. Gone was the gentle man he’d been in bed minutes before. This was the killer he’d told Essa he was. He zipped up his boots and pulled a clean shirt over his head. He secured his knives to both wrists, a set of throwing knives in each boot. Last he moved to a painting on the wall next to his closet and pulled it down, revealing a safe embedded in the wall. He punched in the code and with a beep the door swung open. From this he took money, documents, and finally a gun. Kyros didn’t really like guns. He much preferred his knives. But he may need the bullets soon enough. He checked the clip, grabbed a couple extra clips and finally turned his attention to Essa.
‘And I'm sorry. You kept telling me to relax and then I'd tense up anyway… I didn't mean to. It was like my body had a mind of its own.’
So innocent. And he wanted to erase it all. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. Your body tensing up is what happens when you cum.” He laughed, a deep warm belly laugh, his arms pulling her in as he thought about showing her all over again. But it’d all been ruined by the phone ringing. He’d really wanted to stay in that bed, feel her legs wrapped around him all over again. Fucking ringing phone.
Out on the balcony, Ky was tense and quiet, mostly, as he listened to the don on the other end. His trained eyes scanned the fenceline of the yard he could see. It seemed the ‘simple’ plan of holding the Drakos girl was not going quite as well as planned. “You know where my loyalties lie, sir. They won’t get anywhere near you while im - ….. But they can’t - ... Consider it done.” He didn’t like this. Not one bit. But Kyros was loyal to Moretti. He knew his job. The promise of death in his posture and in every move, Kyros came back inside. He burst into the bedroom and started gathering supplies, getting dressed. He didn’t even look at her as he moved about the room. His mind was already hyper focusing on the task ahead. “Time to get up princess. We gotta move. Now!” Every move he made was precise and practiced. Confident. Deadly. Gone was the gentle man he’d been in bed minutes before. This was the killer he’d told Essa he was. He zipped up his boots and pulled a clean shirt over his head. He secured his knives to both wrists, a set of throwing knives in each boot. Last he moved to a painting on the wall next to his closet and pulled it down, revealing a safe embedded in the wall. He punched in the code and with a beep the door swung open. From this he took money, documents, and finally a gun. Kyros didn’t really like guns. He much preferred his knives. But he may need the bullets soon enough. He checked the clip, grabbed a couple extra clips and finally turned his attention to Essa.
“O...oh...” she stammered as he explained why she had nothing to be sorry for. She buried her face in his chest, feeling herself turning bright red from how naive she truly was. But his laughter was infectious, and soon she was laughing softly with him. Especially as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. It was a perfect moment.
And then the phone rang.
Still, it didn’t occur to her to be concerned. She was too happy and relaxed for such practical thoughts. Like that it could be the phone call saying it was time to either release or end her. Neither of which option particularly appealed to her anymore. It was stupid, but she had just begun to experience something new, and she wasn’t sure that she was ready to give up exploring that.
She heard him reenter the room, but his snapped words silenced any teasing words that might have been on the tip of her tongue. Instead she bolted upright, the blanket clutched around her chest. For a moment, she could only stare as she watched him. He was moving with that sharpness she had seen in him before, yet this was different. When they’d first met, it had been a matter of intimidation more than anything. Now... everything about him screamed that there was an actual threat.
So she didn’t ask questions, she simply went about dressing as fast as she could. Throwing her bra and his shirt back on was easy enough. As she searched for the lace of her panties, she quickly remembered that they had been completely destroyed. So she did the next best thing and grabbed her uniform skirt and put it on by itself. At least she’d be covered, even if it was less than ideal perhaps.
Her heart was racing in her chest as she looked over to him and found him pulling a gun and extra clips out of his safe. Shit. That definitely wasn’t a good sign. She tried to focus on herself, but she had no idea where any of her things were after all, and she didn’t give a damn about the rest of her uniform. Still, she pulled on the socks and shoes, glad that she opted for a more practical option than most of the girls in her class. At least she could run in these.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed when he finally looked at her. It was only then that she stood, fear clearly on her face. “What’s happening, Ky?”
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“O...oh...” she stammered as he explained why she had nothing to be sorry for. She buried her face in his chest, feeling herself turning bright red from how naive she truly was. But his laughter was infectious, and soon she was laughing softly with him. Especially as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. It was a perfect moment.
And then the phone rang.
Still, it didn’t occur to her to be concerned. She was too happy and relaxed for such practical thoughts. Like that it could be the phone call saying it was time to either release or end her. Neither of which option particularly appealed to her anymore. It was stupid, but she had just begun to experience something new, and she wasn’t sure that she was ready to give up exploring that.
She heard him reenter the room, but his snapped words silenced any teasing words that might have been on the tip of her tongue. Instead she bolted upright, the blanket clutched around her chest. For a moment, she could only stare as she watched him. He was moving with that sharpness she had seen in him before, yet this was different. When they’d first met, it had been a matter of intimidation more than anything. Now... everything about him screamed that there was an actual threat.
So she didn’t ask questions, she simply went about dressing as fast as she could. Throwing her bra and his shirt back on was easy enough. As she searched for the lace of her panties, she quickly remembered that they had been completely destroyed. So she did the next best thing and grabbed her uniform skirt and put it on by itself. At least she’d be covered, even if it was less than ideal perhaps.
Her heart was racing in her chest as she looked over to him and found him pulling a gun and extra clips out of his safe. Shit. That definitely wasn’t a good sign. She tried to focus on herself, but she had no idea where any of her things were after all, and she didn’t give a damn about the rest of her uniform. Still, she pulled on the socks and shoes, glad that she opted for a more practical option than most of the girls in her class. At least she could run in these.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed when he finally looked at her. It was only then that she stood, fear clearly on her face. “What’s happening, Ky?”
“O...oh...” she stammered as he explained why she had nothing to be sorry for. She buried her face in his chest, feeling herself turning bright red from how naive she truly was. But his laughter was infectious, and soon she was laughing softly with him. Especially as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. It was a perfect moment.
And then the phone rang.
Still, it didn’t occur to her to be concerned. She was too happy and relaxed for such practical thoughts. Like that it could be the phone call saying it was time to either release or end her. Neither of which option particularly appealed to her anymore. It was stupid, but she had just begun to experience something new, and she wasn’t sure that she was ready to give up exploring that.
She heard him reenter the room, but his snapped words silenced any teasing words that might have been on the tip of her tongue. Instead she bolted upright, the blanket clutched around her chest. For a moment, she could only stare as she watched him. He was moving with that sharpness she had seen in him before, yet this was different. When they’d first met, it had been a matter of intimidation more than anything. Now... everything about him screamed that there was an actual threat.
So she didn’t ask questions, she simply went about dressing as fast as she could. Throwing her bra and his shirt back on was easy enough. As she searched for the lace of her panties, she quickly remembered that they had been completely destroyed. So she did the next best thing and grabbed her uniform skirt and put it on by itself. At least she’d be covered, even if it was less than ideal perhaps.
Her heart was racing in her chest as she looked over to him and found him pulling a gun and extra clips out of his safe. Shit. That definitely wasn’t a good sign. She tried to focus on herself, but she had no idea where any of her things were after all, and she didn’t give a damn about the rest of her uniform. Still, she pulled on the socks and shoes, glad that she opted for a more practical option than most of the girls in her class. At least she could run in these.
She was sitting on the edge of his bed when he finally looked at her. It was only then that she stood, fear clearly on her face. “What’s happening, Ky?”
Kyros eyed her carefully. Should he tell her? It was about her, yes. But should he tell her that her father was not just writing her off as lost. That he’d hired a rival family of the Morettis to retrieve her? He tilted his head to the side as he thought about the fact that she was in all senses, here against her will. No, he decided. He shouldn’t tell her. She’d try to run. To get to these… “rescuers” her father had sent. Things were already getting sticky enough, he didn’t need that kind of complication. His instructions were clear. Keep the Guintoli goons from getting their hands the Drakos heir. At. All. Costs.
”Just a little family feud going on. Don’t worry. Stay with me. princess, and you’ll be fine.” He swallowed, turning back to the safe and grabbing the holster for the gun. It was a concealed carry holster that would sit inside his waistband at his back, allowing him to have the gun on his person without it being seen unless you were really looking. But of course once he put on his leather jacket to conceal his knives on his arms, the gun too would be completely concealed. Gun holstered, jacket on, he slipped the extra clips and the cash into an inside breast pocket.
He reached to grab her hand, to pull her along with him to the door of his suit. He unlocked it and opened it just a crack, peering out into the hall. He could just see the top of the stairs from this vantage point. Everything was eerily quiet and empty. His eyes narrowed. The quiet did not settle well with him. If anything it put him more on edge. “Not a sound. Understand?” he whispered in a commanding tone that left no room for questions. Then he opened the door wider and led the way down the hall to the top of the stairs. He crouched behind the pillar there, to peer through the rails of the banister, looking for any signs of anyone on the second floor.
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Kyros eyed her carefully. Should he tell her? It was about her, yes. But should he tell her that her father was not just writing her off as lost. That he’d hired a rival family of the Morettis to retrieve her? He tilted his head to the side as he thought about the fact that she was in all senses, here against her will. No, he decided. He shouldn’t tell her. She’d try to run. To get to these… “rescuers” her father had sent. Things were already getting sticky enough, he didn’t need that kind of complication. His instructions were clear. Keep the Guintoli goons from getting their hands the Drakos heir. At. All. Costs.
”Just a little family feud going on. Don’t worry. Stay with me. princess, and you’ll be fine.” He swallowed, turning back to the safe and grabbing the holster for the gun. It was a concealed carry holster that would sit inside his waistband at his back, allowing him to have the gun on his person without it being seen unless you were really looking. But of course once he put on his leather jacket to conceal his knives on his arms, the gun too would be completely concealed. Gun holstered, jacket on, he slipped the extra clips and the cash into an inside breast pocket.
He reached to grab her hand, to pull her along with him to the door of his suit. He unlocked it and opened it just a crack, peering out into the hall. He could just see the top of the stairs from this vantage point. Everything was eerily quiet and empty. His eyes narrowed. The quiet did not settle well with him. If anything it put him more on edge. “Not a sound. Understand?” he whispered in a commanding tone that left no room for questions. Then he opened the door wider and led the way down the hall to the top of the stairs. He crouched behind the pillar there, to peer through the rails of the banister, looking for any signs of anyone on the second floor.
Kyros eyed her carefully. Should he tell her? It was about her, yes. But should he tell her that her father was not just writing her off as lost. That he’d hired a rival family of the Morettis to retrieve her? He tilted his head to the side as he thought about the fact that she was in all senses, here against her will. No, he decided. He shouldn’t tell her. She’d try to run. To get to these… “rescuers” her father had sent. Things were already getting sticky enough, he didn’t need that kind of complication. His instructions were clear. Keep the Guintoli goons from getting their hands the Drakos heir. At. All. Costs.
”Just a little family feud going on. Don’t worry. Stay with me. princess, and you’ll be fine.” He swallowed, turning back to the safe and grabbing the holster for the gun. It was a concealed carry holster that would sit inside his waistband at his back, allowing him to have the gun on his person without it being seen unless you were really looking. But of course once he put on his leather jacket to conceal his knives on his arms, the gun too would be completely concealed. Gun holstered, jacket on, he slipped the extra clips and the cash into an inside breast pocket.
He reached to grab her hand, to pull her along with him to the door of his suit. He unlocked it and opened it just a crack, peering out into the hall. He could just see the top of the stairs from this vantage point. Everything was eerily quiet and empty. His eyes narrowed. The quiet did not settle well with him. If anything it put him more on edge. “Not a sound. Understand?” he whispered in a commanding tone that left no room for questions. Then he opened the door wider and led the way down the hall to the top of the stairs. He crouched behind the pillar there, to peer through the rails of the banister, looking for any signs of anyone on the second floor.
Perhaps she should have taken his words with a grain of salt, particularly considering the details of their situation. The thought didn't even occur to her. She trusted him. Essa had always been too trusting for her own good. So she didn't think too hard about what he said. After all, it was the mob, right? There was always a rival family and turf wars.
She nodded. "I understand. I trust you." It was that simple. It had to be. She was depending on him to protect her, like it or not.
Watching him strap on his weapons was a strange experience. It was terrifying, thinking about what he might need all of that for. Intimidating to see him in this quiet intensity, gray eyes hard and focused. But it was something else too. He was so commanding like this… it was thrilling.
So long as they survived.
He grabbed her hand and she stayed as close to him as she could, her other hand lightly gripping his forearm as he peered out the door. She followed him, moving as carefully and silently as she could. It was so still… Essa was afraid to even breathe. It seemed deafening in such complete silence. The hair at the back of her neck was standing up as an ominous dread washed over her.
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Perhaps she should have taken his words with a grain of salt, particularly considering the details of their situation. The thought didn't even occur to her. She trusted him. Essa had always been too trusting for her own good. So she didn't think too hard about what he said. After all, it was the mob, right? There was always a rival family and turf wars.
She nodded. "I understand. I trust you." It was that simple. It had to be. She was depending on him to protect her, like it or not.
Watching him strap on his weapons was a strange experience. It was terrifying, thinking about what he might need all of that for. Intimidating to see him in this quiet intensity, gray eyes hard and focused. But it was something else too. He was so commanding like this… it was thrilling.
So long as they survived.
He grabbed her hand and she stayed as close to him as she could, her other hand lightly gripping his forearm as he peered out the door. She followed him, moving as carefully and silently as she could. It was so still… Essa was afraid to even breathe. It seemed deafening in such complete silence. The hair at the back of her neck was standing up as an ominous dread washed over her.
Perhaps she should have taken his words with a grain of salt, particularly considering the details of their situation. The thought didn't even occur to her. She trusted him. Essa had always been too trusting for her own good. So she didn't think too hard about what he said. After all, it was the mob, right? There was always a rival family and turf wars.
She nodded. "I understand. I trust you." It was that simple. It had to be. She was depending on him to protect her, like it or not.
Watching him strap on his weapons was a strange experience. It was terrifying, thinking about what he might need all of that for. Intimidating to see him in this quiet intensity, gray eyes hard and focused. But it was something else too. He was so commanding like this… it was thrilling.
So long as they survived.
He grabbed her hand and she stayed as close to him as she could, her other hand lightly gripping his forearm as he peered out the door. She followed him, moving as carefully and silently as she could. It was so still… Essa was afraid to even breathe. It seemed deafening in such complete silence. The hair at the back of her neck was standing up as an ominous dread washed over her.
As he surveyed what he could see of the second floor and listened for any sounds, Kyros kept a firm grip on Essa’s hand. They would need to move quickly - quietly - through the compound. There were a few routes they could take to get out of the main house, but not that many easy exits from the property itself. And most of the land between the house and the perimeter wall was open ground. They would be spotted in a heartbeat. Not all of the thugs in the compound were as loyal as they could be. He needed to get Essa out of the compound without being seen by friend or foe. Otherwise their trail could be given away. Fuck.
Although… there were a few he knew he could personally trust, even if they weren’t that loyal to Moretti.
He turned his gaze from his observations to glanced to the woman who was his hostage. Who he was now responsible for whether she lived or died until this whole mess was straightened out. She’d said she trusted him. He didn’t think anything of it when she said it before. He thought about it now. She shouldn’t trust him. He shook it from his mind and tugged her with him down the stairs. ”Stay low, stay close. And keep up.” He was whispering, his voice low and deep, not daring to speak at normal volumes. In a half crouch, he took to the stairs at a quick but cautious pace. He paused at the bottom on the second floor landing, crouching behind a pillar once more. Now it wasn’t so quiet. He could hear voices, running feet. The sound of magazines being loaded into rifles and handguns. The sounds of soldiers gearing up for war. This was going to get messy.
Suddenly the voices rose into shouts. And then the gun fire began. Fuck. ”Time to go.” He stood up to his full height and pulled her along with him, down the hall, away from the main stairs down to the first floor. There was a back way down. If they could just reach it before the fighting made it to the second floor.
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As he surveyed what he could see of the second floor and listened for any sounds, Kyros kept a firm grip on Essa’s hand. They would need to move quickly - quietly - through the compound. There were a few routes they could take to get out of the main house, but not that many easy exits from the property itself. And most of the land between the house and the perimeter wall was open ground. They would be spotted in a heartbeat. Not all of the thugs in the compound were as loyal as they could be. He needed to get Essa out of the compound without being seen by friend or foe. Otherwise their trail could be given away. Fuck.
Although… there were a few he knew he could personally trust, even if they weren’t that loyal to Moretti.
He turned his gaze from his observations to glanced to the woman who was his hostage. Who he was now responsible for whether she lived or died until this whole mess was straightened out. She’d said she trusted him. He didn’t think anything of it when she said it before. He thought about it now. She shouldn’t trust him. He shook it from his mind and tugged her with him down the stairs. ”Stay low, stay close. And keep up.” He was whispering, his voice low and deep, not daring to speak at normal volumes. In a half crouch, he took to the stairs at a quick but cautious pace. He paused at the bottom on the second floor landing, crouching behind a pillar once more. Now it wasn’t so quiet. He could hear voices, running feet. The sound of magazines being loaded into rifles and handguns. The sounds of soldiers gearing up for war. This was going to get messy.
Suddenly the voices rose into shouts. And then the gun fire began. Fuck. ”Time to go.” He stood up to his full height and pulled her along with him, down the hall, away from the main stairs down to the first floor. There was a back way down. If they could just reach it before the fighting made it to the second floor.
As he surveyed what he could see of the second floor and listened for any sounds, Kyros kept a firm grip on Essa’s hand. They would need to move quickly - quietly - through the compound. There were a few routes they could take to get out of the main house, but not that many easy exits from the property itself. And most of the land between the house and the perimeter wall was open ground. They would be spotted in a heartbeat. Not all of the thugs in the compound were as loyal as they could be. He needed to get Essa out of the compound without being seen by friend or foe. Otherwise their trail could be given away. Fuck.
Although… there were a few he knew he could personally trust, even if they weren’t that loyal to Moretti.
He turned his gaze from his observations to glanced to the woman who was his hostage. Who he was now responsible for whether she lived or died until this whole mess was straightened out. She’d said she trusted him. He didn’t think anything of it when she said it before. He thought about it now. She shouldn’t trust him. He shook it from his mind and tugged her with him down the stairs. ”Stay low, stay close. And keep up.” He was whispering, his voice low and deep, not daring to speak at normal volumes. In a half crouch, he took to the stairs at a quick but cautious pace. He paused at the bottom on the second floor landing, crouching behind a pillar once more. Now it wasn’t so quiet. He could hear voices, running feet. The sound of magazines being loaded into rifles and handguns. The sounds of soldiers gearing up for war. This was going to get messy.
Suddenly the voices rose into shouts. And then the gun fire began. Fuck. ”Time to go.” He stood up to his full height and pulled her along with him, down the hall, away from the main stairs down to the first floor. There was a back way down. If they could just reach it before the fighting made it to the second floor.