Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Eight - word count 2728 - Download PDF
28. Kyle came flying down the stairs with his hair streaming behind him. He felt good, the shower had been a little piece of heaven and now he was going to perch at the end of Sorcha’s bed and wait for her to wake up. He’d had his reunion with the now real Khaish the sentin had damn near flattened him when Kyle had walked into the room. It felt fantastic to have his body back, but even more so to Khaish back in his body. Not many mythos got a second chance at life and Kyle was more grateful to Gabriel than the angel turned god would ever know. Now it was time to wait for Sorcha to wake up so he could fulfill a promise he’d made them both. “Kyle!” Gabriel’s voice stopped him. Kyle turned and looked up the stairs at Gabe. “Not now Gabriel I’m in a hurry.” “No you aren’t because we need to debrief you.” “Can’t it wait?” “No it can’t. Get your ass in here now.” “Fine.” Kyle felt like throwing something, but he’d rather get this done now, he didn’t want Gabe interrupting him later. So Kyle turned, and followed Gabriel back into the debriefing room. He sank down into a chair then dutifully told Gabriel, Thor, and Rage what had happened in the alley, and after when he had followed Sorcha to the cave. “We need to go back there and soon.” Rage was adamant. “I agree, but I think we should wait for the cover of darkness.” Thor shifted to lean forward in his chair. “Agreed, its early morning already the sun will rise in an hour or so, I think we should wait, at least it will give them a false sense of security.” Gabriel looked to Seth for his opinion. “Yeah or give them chance to get away.” He frowned. Rage nodded in agreement. “Kyle, you are the swing vote?” Gabriel turned to the Lycos, but Kyle was looking at the door with a frown on his face. He tilted his chin up scenting the air. Kyle could smell the sweet scent of Jasmine, a smell he knew was hers, and it was mingled with a smell he recognized as his own. Sorcha, it had to be Sorcha. Kyle stood up from his seat as the door opened and Sorcha walked in looking subdued. “Gabriel, Jesse said you needed to debrief…” Her words trailed off as Sorcha saw Kyle. She thought she must be hallucinating, he must be a vision. His skin was tanned golden and glowed with health, his waist length hair shone in the lights of the debriefing room and he seemed more alive, more vital, less faded than his ghostly form had been. Was he alive or was he a creation of her grieving mind? He was dressed in a button down shirt that hung open framing the tight tee shirt he wore, his long legs were covered in a pair of denims that looked like they’d been tailored for him, and his feet were in a pair of New Rocks that she vaguely recognized as Seth’s. She can’t be hallucinating, what hallucination would give her such a clear and detailed picture of the man she was afraid she’d lost forever. “Kyle?” Sorcha’s voice broke as she spoke his name. “Are you real?” The grin that lit up his face was the most beautiful thing Sorcha had ever seen. “What you think?” He held out his arms from his sides and turned in a circle stopping when he faced her again. “I look pretty damn good in my body don’t I?” “You…You’re in your body?” She stammered completely astounded. “Didn’t anyone tell you? Gabe chucked my ass back in. I’m as alive as it gets.” Kyle couldn’t get the grin off his face. Sorcha felt like she’d seen a… well maybe that wasn’t the right slimily. “No, no one told me.” Sorcha wanted to run at him and throw herself into his arms, but if he was alive, maybe he wouldn’t want her to do something like that. After all he didn’t need her anymore. Gabriel looked at Seth, Rage and Thor with a raised eyebrow then turned to Kyle and Sorcha. “We can debrief you later Sorcha, Kyle’s told us most of what happened. You two go take some time off, god knows you deserve it.” “Yes I do know.” Thor raised his eyebrow. Kyle had been waiting for the dismissal. He took the three long strides it would take him to get to Sorcha and scooped her up into his arms. She had to stifle a squeal as she abruptly found herself cradled in Kyle’s arms. Kyle strode toward the door and threw back over his shoulder. “Don’t let anyone disturb us.” Then he was out the door. Sorcha blushed when she heard the others laughing knowingly. “Kyle put me down. What are you doing?” Sorcha tried to protest. “I’m not putting you down till we are in our room.” “Our room? You mean my room.” She corrected him. “No I meant what I said, it’s our room, and we aren’t leaving it for the rest of the day.” Sorcha felt heat in her cheeks and low in her stomach. Dear god she hoped he didn’t want to play chess. “This is taking too long.” Sorcha heard him mutter as they reached the stairs. There was a strange tug on Sorcha and she found herself, still cradled in Kyle’s arms, but now they were in the room. Kyle looked as stunned as Sorcha when he realized where they were. “Did you?” Kyle asked her. “No Kyle I didn’t teleport us here.” Sorcha slid down him as he let her go. Her movement caused him to drop his head and pin her with suddenly heated eyes. “I don’t care how we got here.” “It was you. I don’t know how but you teleported us here.” Sorcha was trying to distract herself from that look. Kyle raised one finger and laid it across her lips. “I don’t care Sorcha, this is where I wanted to be, and you are the one person I want to be with, so don’t worry about it now. “ Kyle pulled Sorcha’s ear against his chest. “ Listen… Do you hear that Sorcha? That is my heart beating.” He lifted her chin and dropped his head to kiss her. A gentle caress, a softness that made Sorcha want to reach up and drag his head down and keep it bent so she could devour him from the mouth down. Sorcha stretched up onto her tiptoes and opened for him. Kyle groaned and slipped his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck holding her close. The kiss continued for an eternity but not long enough. Kyle broke away to glance at the bed intending to tell Khaish to vacate the room, but the sentin had already left. A warm smile played across his lips, he owed his sentin a thank you. “I thought you died.” Sorcha whispered softly, a wealth of pain in those few words. Kyle felt his chest constrict. “I’ll never leave you Sorcha, I’ll always find a way back to you.” He pulled her closer and kissed her again, trying to chase away the pain in her voice with his strength and love for her. Sweet Jesus, he felt warm and alive and the best place for her was in his arms. Sorcha realized she had no more reservations about giving Kyle everything she had to give, even her cursed virginity. She reached up and tugged at the shoulders of the button down shirt he wore, Sorcha wanted to feel his skin, there were just too many clothes in the way. Sorcha wanted this, she wanted him. Kyle was amazed how good that though made him feel. He tugged the shirt off his shoulders, it landed in a puddle at his feet, then he stepped back and pulled his tee shirt up and over his head tossing it on to the floor with the other shirt. He watched her eyes roam the musculature of his chest, and get smoky with passion and felt himself harden even more under her gaze. “God Sorcha, if you look at me like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to be gentle with you.” Sorcha lifted her chin. “Who said you need to be gentle, I wont break Kyle.” Kyle growled and hooked a hand behind her neck, he pulled her closer and crushed her lips with his. He used his other hand to pull her against him so she could feel the effects of her look and her words for herself. It was Sorcha’s turn to moan when she felt the hard length of him pressed against her stomach. Instinctively she rubbed herself against him going onto her tiptoes again, all she wanted to do was wrap herself around him. Kyle slid his hand down and cupped her ass dragging her up his body and letting her slide down, causing a delicious friction between them. He moved away from her mouth kissing along her neck and breathing in deep to take in her scent, then slid his hand up around her side and across the firm mound of a breast. Kyle tugged at her shirt and pulled it up, he broke away from her again as she raised her arms to help him tug the shirt off. Sorcha closed the distance between them this time. She wanted to kiss him everywhere, to explore the skin that had been tempting her from the first moment she’d seen Kyle. She leaned in and ran her tongue across a nipple, then had to smile as she felt him stiffen and moan. Sorcha closed her mouth over the nipple and ran her teeth gently over the skin. “God, I think I’m going to die.” Kyle pulled Sorcha against him and turned dropping onto the bed so he landed on his back and she landed on top of him, then he rolled putting her under him so that he lay half on her and half on the bed. “My turn.” He growled then started kissing a path down her neck and along the lacy edge of her bra. Sorcha felt her breath quicken as he kissed the mound of her breast. She’d been playing with fire and now she was going to burn. Kyle suckled her nipple through the silky material of her bra and Sorcha clenched her hands on his arms digging her nails in without realizing it. Kyle pulled the material aside and stared for a moment at the rosy peek of her taunt nipple. Then raised his eyes to lock them with hers as he dropped down and captured it in his hot mouth. Sorcha arched back gasping. Kyle must have some idea what he was doing to her, she wanted more, there was something missing, there was a need building inside her that she couldn’t explain and it was going to drive her insane before they were done. Kyle unclasped her bra and tugged it off throwing it over his shoulder. He paid lavish attention to both breasts until Sorcha wanted to scream with mindless frustration. She was too new to this and he was taking it too slow. She needed more and she needed it now. Kyle started kissing down her stomach, nibbling on her skin then running his tongue across it to ease the pain, he’d felt his incisors slide in a while ago and he was fighting the urge to bite down and mark her. Sorcha was not making it easy, she couldn’t lie still, and her hands were roaming his skin and leaving delicious little nail marks everywhere. He was amazed at the amount of passion his Sorcha was displaying. Damn more than amazed, it was all he could do to remember to take it slow with her. Sorcha tugged Kyle back up she wanted to kiss him again, she wanted to reach more of his skin, she wanted to feel his long hair brush against her skin like the smoothest silk. He came up and let Sorcha kiss him, he lifted his weight slightly when Sorcha slid her hands between them. Sorcha groaned into Kyle’s mouth when she felt the hard muscle under her hands she slid her hands further down across the ribbed expanse of his abs then groaned in frustration when she reached the waistband of his jeans. Sorcha wanted to feel him. So she moved his hands across the material and hesitantly encircled his length. Kyle broke the kiss and gasped. Lord if that felt that good through the jeans he would never last with her touching him without them. “I want this gone.” Sorcha said and tugged at the belt loop of Kyle’s jeans in frustration. He grinned down at her. “What ever you want Darlin’” Sorcha gasped in amazement as the rest of their clothes suddenly disappeared, she felt suddenly shy lying under Kyle naked. The big oaf had the audacity to laugh. “Remind me to thank Thor, that is a nifty trick.” Sorcha rolled her eyes about to start laughing with him when his eyes went smoky again. She watched him lift himself us and moved his eyes down her form. “God you are beautiful.” Kyle didn’t give her chance to respond he dropped his head and started kissing her like he was never going to stop, but his hands – gods, his hands were everywhere learning the contours of her body and Sorcha followed his lead. Soon she was completely mindless again not wanting to wait any more. The frustration, the need, the unadulterated passion was burning her alive. “Open for me Sorcha.” His husky voice brought her back to conscious thought, but only partially. Sorcha obeyed him sliding her legs open so he could settle his hips between her thighs. Kyle was holding on by a thread, Sorcha was writhing under him and it was driving him to his edge. Why the hell did she have to be a virgin, he didn’t want to have to be careful he wanted to take her hard and fast. He ground his teeth and bent his head to kiss her neck, hoping he’d have the strength to be gentle and he pushed himself against the part of her he wanted fill. Sorcha instinctively lifted her hips so that Kyle could enter her easier. Wanting this so badly that she wasn’t worried about pain. Kyle scrapped his fangs against her shoulder, there was no way he was going to hold on and he knew he’d hate himself when this was over but he was lost, Sorcha’s sweet body was his downfall. Kyle thrust into Sorcha and bit down into her shoulder at the same time. She arched back gasping. It took all Kyle’s will power but he held his body perfectly still. He had felt the membrane tear and right now he felt like an utter shit for hurting her. It was Sorcha who moved first, there had been pain yes, but the pure sensual pleasure of Kyle marking her shoulder had made it just about minuscule, Sorcha wanted more, she felt his hardness deep inside her stretching her and she wanted him to move she needed him to move. So Sorcha rocked her hips making him groan. Kyle released his bite on her shoulder, to murmur around his fangs. “Hold still till the pain stops Sorcha, I’m sorry I should have done…” “No, I want you Kyle, now please.” Sorcha interrupted him then leaned up to kiss him. That was it, Kyle had no defense against her words. He pulled back and thrust into her again. He was going to take his little virgin hard and fast because that was what she wanted, and Kyle could never deny Sorcha anything. Sorcha felt the build of tension as Kyle thrust into her repeatedly, she didn’t have a sane thought left in her head. All she wanted was to get where his gorgeous body was taking her and she wanted to be there yesterday. Then the sensation hit her, she was falling, it was blissful, sweet ecstasy, she was dying and it was beautiful. Sorcha felt Kyle stiffen and heard him roar her name as he joined her in paradise.

Chapter Twenty Eight - word count 2728 - Download PDF

28.
      Kyle came flying down the stairs with his hair streaming behind him.  He felt good, the shower had been a little piece of heaven and now he was going to perch at the end of Sorcha’s bed and wait for her to wake up.
      He’d had his reunion with the now real Khaish the sentin had damn near flattened him when Kyle had walked into the room.  It felt fantastic to have his body back, but even more so to Khaish back in his body.  Not many mythos got a second chance at life and Kyle was more grateful to Gabriel than the angel turned god would ever know.
       Now it was time to wait for Sorcha to wake up so he could fulfill a promise he’d made them both.
      “Kyle!”  Gabriel’s voice stopped him.
      Kyle turned and looked up the stairs at Gabe.  “Not now Gabriel I’m in a hurry.”
      “No you aren’t because we need to debrief you.”
      “Can’t it wait?”
      “No it can’t.  Get your ass in here now.”
      “Fine.”  Kyle felt like throwing something, but he’d rather get this done now, he didn’t want Gabe interrupting him later.  So Kyle turned, and followed Gabriel back into the debriefing room.
      He sank down into a chair then dutifully told Gabriel, Thor, and Rage what had happened in the alley, and after when he had followed Sorcha to the cave.
      “We need to go back there and soon.”  Rage was adamant.
      “I agree, but I think we should wait for the cover of darkness.”  Thor shifted to lean forward in his chair.
      “Agreed, its early morning already the sun will rise in an hour or so, I think we should wait, at least it will give them a false sense of security.”  Gabriel looked to Seth for his opinion.
      “Yeah or give them chance to get away.”  He frowned.
      Rage nodded in agreement.
      “Kyle, you are the swing vote?”  Gabriel turned to the Lycos, but Kyle was looking at the door with a frown on his face.
      He tilted his chin up scenting the air.  Kyle could smell the sweet scent of Jasmine, a smell he knew was hers, and it was mingled with a smell he recognized as his own.  Sorcha, it had to be Sorcha.  Kyle stood up from his seat as the door opened and Sorcha walked in looking subdued.
      “Gabriel, Jesse said you needed to debrief…”  Her words trailed off as Sorcha saw Kyle.  She thought she must be hallucinating, he must be a vision.  His skin was tanned golden and glowed with health, his waist length hair shone in the lights of the debriefing room and he seemed more alive, more vital, less faded than his ghostly form had been.  Was he alive or was he a creation of her grieving mind?
      He was dressed in a button down shirt that hung open framing the tight tee shirt he wore, his long legs were covered in a pair of denims that looked like they’d been tailored for him, and his feet were in a pair of New Rocks that she vaguely recognized as Seth’s.  She can’t be hallucinating, what hallucination would give her such a clear and detailed picture of the man she was afraid she’d lost forever.
      “Kyle?”  Sorcha’s voice broke as she spoke his name.  “Are you real?”
      The grin that lit up his face was the most beautiful thing Sorcha had ever seen.
      “What you think?”  He held out his arms from his sides and turned in a circle stopping when he faced her again.  “I look pretty damn good in my body don’t I?”
      “You…You’re in your body?”  She stammered completely astounded.
      “Didn’t anyone tell you?  Gabe chucked my ass back in.  I’m as alive as it gets.”  Kyle couldn’t get the grin off his face.
      Sorcha felt like she’d seen a… well maybe that wasn’t the right slimily.
      “No, no one told me.”  Sorcha wanted to run at him and throw herself into his arms, but if he was alive, maybe he wouldn’t want her to do something like that.  After all he didn’t need her anymore.
      Gabriel looked at Seth, Rage and Thor with a raised eyebrow then turned to Kyle and Sorcha.  “We can debrief you later Sorcha, Kyle’s told us most of what happened.  You two go take some time off, god knows you deserve it.”
      “Yes I do know.”  Thor raised his eyebrow.
      Kyle had been waiting for the dismissal.  He took the three long strides it would take him to get to Sorcha and scooped her up into his arms.  She had to stifle a squeal as she abruptly found herself cradled in Kyle’s arms.  Kyle strode toward the door and threw back over his shoulder.
      “Don’t let anyone disturb us.”  Then he was out the door.
      Sorcha blushed when she heard the others laughing knowingly.
      “Kyle put me down.  What are you doing?”  Sorcha tried to protest.
      “I’m not putting you down till we are in our room.”
      “Our room?  You mean my room.”  She corrected him.
      “No I meant what I said, it’s our room, and we aren’t leaving it for the rest of the day.”
      Sorcha felt heat in her cheeks and low in her stomach.  Dear god she hoped he didn’t want to play chess.
      “This is taking too long.”  Sorcha heard him mutter as they reached the stairs.
      There was a strange tug on Sorcha and she found herself, still cradled in Kyle’s arms, but now they were in the room.  Kyle looked as stunned as Sorcha when he realized where they were.
      “Did you?”  Kyle asked her.
      “No Kyle I didn’t teleport us here.”  Sorcha slid down him as he let her go.  Her movement caused him to drop his head and pin her with suddenly heated eyes.
      “I don’t care how we got here.”
      “It was you.  I don’t know how but you teleported us here.”  Sorcha was trying to distract herself from that look.
      Kyle raised one finger and laid it across her lips. “I don’t care Sorcha, this is where I wanted to be, and you are the one person I want to be with, so don’t worry about it now. “
      Kyle pulled Sorcha’s ear against his chest.  “ Listen…  Do you hear that Sorcha?  That is my heart beating.”
      He lifted her chin and dropped his head to kiss her.    A gentle caress, a softness that made Sorcha want to reach up and drag his head down and keep it bent so she could devour him from the mouth down.  Sorcha stretched up onto her tiptoes and opened for him.  Kyle groaned and slipped his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck holding her close.
      The kiss continued for an eternity but not long enough.  Kyle broke away to glance at the bed intending to tell Khaish to vacate the room, but the sentin had already left.  A warm smile played across his lips, he owed his sentin a thank you.
      “I thought you died.”  Sorcha whispered softly, a wealth of pain in those few words.
      Kyle felt his chest constrict.
      “I’ll never leave you Sorcha, I’ll always find a way back to you.”  He pulled her closer and kissed her again, trying to chase away the pain in her voice with his strength and love for her.
      Sweet Jesus, he felt warm and alive and the best place for her was in his arms.  Sorcha realized she had no more reservations about giving Kyle everything she had to give, even her cursed virginity.
      She reached up and tugged at the shoulders of the button down shirt he wore, Sorcha wanted to feel his skin, there were just too many clothes in the way.
      Sorcha wanted this, she wanted him.  Kyle was amazed how good that though made him feel.  He tugged the shirt off his shoulders, it landed in a puddle at his feet, then he stepped back and pulled his tee shirt up and over his head tossing it on to the floor with the other shirt.  He watched her eyes roam the musculature of his chest, and get smoky with passion and felt himself harden even more under her gaze.
      “God Sorcha, if you look at me like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to be gentle with you.”
      Sorcha lifted her chin.  “Who said you need to be gentle, I wont break Kyle.”
      Kyle growled and hooked a hand behind her neck, he pulled her closer and crushed her lips with his.  He used his other hand to pull her against him so she could feel the effects of her look and her words for herself.
      It was Sorcha’s turn to moan when she felt the hard length of him pressed against her stomach.  Instinctively she rubbed herself against him going onto her tiptoes again, all she wanted to do was wrap herself around him.
      Kyle slid his hand down and cupped her ass dragging her up his body and letting her slide down, causing a delicious friction between them.
      He moved away from her mouth kissing along her neck and breathing in deep to take in her scent, then slid his hand up around her side and across the firm mound of a breast.  Kyle tugged at her shirt and pulled it up, he broke away from her again as she raised her arms to help him tug the shirt off.
      Sorcha closed the distance between them this time.  She wanted to kiss him everywhere, to explore the skin that had been tempting her from the first moment she’d seen Kyle.   She leaned in and ran her tongue across a nipple, then had to smile as she felt him stiffen and moan.  Sorcha closed her mouth over the nipple and ran her teeth gently over the skin.
      “God, I think I’m going to die.”  Kyle pulled Sorcha against him and turned dropping onto the bed so he landed on his back and she landed on top of him, then he rolled putting her under him so that he lay half on her and half on the bed.
      “My turn.” He growled then started kissing a path down her neck and along the lacy edge of her bra.
      Sorcha felt her breath quicken as he kissed the mound of her breast.  She’d been playing with fire and now she was going to burn.
      Kyle suckled her nipple through the silky material of her bra and Sorcha clenched her hands on his arms digging her nails in without realizing it.
      Kyle pulled the material aside and stared for a moment at the rosy peek of her taunt nipple.  Then raised his eyes to lock them with hers as he dropped down and captured it in his hot mouth.  Sorcha arched back gasping.
      Kyle must have some idea what he was doing to her, she wanted more, there was something missing, there was a need building inside her that she couldn’t explain and it was going to drive her insane before they were done.
      Kyle unclasped her bra and tugged it off throwing it over his shoulder.  He paid lavish attention to both breasts until Sorcha wanted to scream with mindless frustration.  She was too new to this and he was taking it too slow.  She needed more and she needed it now.
      Kyle started kissing down her stomach, nibbling on her skin then running his tongue across it to ease the pain, he’d felt his incisors slide in a while ago and he was fighting the urge to bite down and mark her.  Sorcha was not making it easy, she couldn’t lie still, and her hands were roaming his skin and leaving delicious little nail marks everywhere.  He was amazed at the amount of passion his Sorcha was displaying.  Damn more than amazed, it was all he could do to remember to take it slow with her.
      Sorcha tugged Kyle back up she wanted to kiss him again, she wanted to reach more of his skin, she wanted to feel his long hair brush against her skin like the smoothest silk.
      He came up and let Sorcha kiss him, he lifted his weight slightly when Sorcha slid her hands between them.
      Sorcha groaned into Kyle’s mouth when she felt the hard muscle under her hands she slid her hands further down across the ribbed expanse of his abs then groaned in frustration when she reached the waistband of his jeans.  Sorcha wanted to feel him.  So she moved his hands across the material and hesitantly encircled his length.
      Kyle broke the kiss and gasped.  Lord if that felt that good through the jeans he would never last with her touching him without them.
      “I want this gone.”  Sorcha said and tugged at the belt loop of Kyle’s jeans in frustration.
      He grinned down at her.  “What ever you want Darlin’”
      Sorcha gasped in amazement as the rest of their clothes suddenly disappeared, she felt suddenly shy lying under Kyle naked.  The big oaf had the audacity to laugh.
      “Remind me to thank Thor, that is a nifty trick.”
      Sorcha rolled her eyes about to start laughing with him when his eyes went smoky again.  She watched him lift himself us and moved his eyes down her form.
      “God you are beautiful.”  Kyle didn’t give her chance to respond he dropped his head and started kissing her like he was never going to stop, but his hands – gods, his hands were everywhere learning the contours of her body and Sorcha followed his lead.  Soon she was completely mindless again not wanting to wait any more.  The frustration, the need, the unadulterated passion was burning her alive.
      “Open for me Sorcha.”  His husky voice brought her back to conscious thought, but only partially.  Sorcha obeyed him sliding her legs open so he could settle his hips between her thighs.
      Kyle was holding on by a thread, Sorcha was writhing under him and it was driving him to his edge.  Why the hell did she have to be a virgin, he didn’t want to have to be careful he wanted to take her hard and fast.  He ground his teeth and bent his head to kiss her neck, hoping he’d have the strength to be gentle and he pushed himself against the part of her he wanted fill.
      Sorcha instinctively lifted her hips so that Kyle could enter her easier.  Wanting this so badly that she wasn’t worried about pain.
      Kyle scrapped his fangs against her shoulder, there was no way he was going to hold on and he knew he’d hate himself when this was over but he was lost, Sorcha’s sweet body was his downfall.  Kyle thrust into Sorcha and bit down into her shoulder at the same time.  She arched back gasping.
      It took all Kyle’s will power but he held his body perfectly still.   He had felt the membrane tear and right now he felt like an utter shit for hurting her.
      It was Sorcha who moved first, there had been pain yes, but the pure sensual pleasure of Kyle marking her shoulder had made it just about minuscule, Sorcha wanted more, she felt his hardness deep inside her stretching her and she wanted him to move she needed him to move.  So Sorcha rocked her hips making him groan.  Kyle released his bite on her shoulder, to murmur around his fangs. “Hold still till the pain stops Sorcha, I’m sorry I should have done…”
      “No, I want you Kyle, now please.”  Sorcha interrupted him then leaned up to kiss him.
      That was it, Kyle had no defense against her words.  He pulled back and thrust into her again.  He was going to take his little virgin hard and fast because that was what she wanted, and Kyle could never deny Sorcha anything.
      Sorcha felt the build of tension as Kyle thrust into her repeatedly, she didn’t have a sane thought left in her head.  All she wanted was to get where his gorgeous body was taking her and she wanted to be there yesterday.
      Then the sensation hit her, she was falling, it was blissful, sweet ecstasy, she was dying and it was beautiful.  Sorcha felt Kyle stiffen and heard him roar her name as he joined her in paradise.

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