My All Powerful System

He stopped in front of her door. Dark wood, had simple brass handle.

He raised his hand, and knocked twice.

From inside, a voice called. Soft and unforgettable, cause she moaned damn well and loud that night. ”Come in. It’s unlocked.”

He heard her, and didn’t need to be told twice. He turned the handle, pushed the door open, and what he saw left him stunned and instantly more hard.

The door opened, and the world reduced to the space between them. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees together, hands folded in her lap like she’d been practicing stillness for a month and finally getting it right.

The lamp beside her threw warm light across her face, caught the grey of her eyes, made them look like storm clouds holding rain. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders, slightly damp at the ends, and she wore nothing but a thin silk robe the color of wine, tied loose at her waist.

She was more than beautiful. She was a hunger made visible. The robe couldn’t hide what a month had done to her. Her breasts pressed against the silk, fuller than he remembered, her hips wider, her thighs heavier.

The curves he’d traced that one night had ripened into something that made his chest go tight.

Lynx stood in the doorway, letting her look at him. He knew what she saw. The midnight blue band on his forehead, glowing faintly in the dim room.

His eyes, one blue, one silver, both ringed with gold. The silver hair with streaks of gold falling over his brow.

Her lips parted. ”You,” she breathed, and the word came out cracked, like she’d been saving it for weeks and it had gone brittle waiting.

”Me,” he said.

She didn’t move. Five seconds stretched into an eternity, both of them frozen in the doorway of something neither could name.

Her gaze traveled over him like she was memorizing every line, every angle, the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his uniform hugged his shoulders.

”You look...” She swallowed. ”You look even better than I remembered.”

”So do you.”

He reached back and pushed the door shut. The latch clicked, soft and final.

And that was all she needed.

She was off the bed and across the room before he could draw another breath. Her hands grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him forward, and her mouth crashed into his.

This was less of a kiss, and more of a claim. A month of waiting compressed into the press of her lips, the slide of her tongue, the small desperate sound she made against his mouth.

He caught her waist and she arched into him, her body molding against his like it had been waiting for the shape of him. She kissed him like she was starving, like his mouth was the only food she’d allowed herself to think about for thirty days.

Her fingers twisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, and he let her. He let her take what she needed.

She broke away just long enough to gasp against his jaw. ”I thought you weren’t coming back.”

”I said I would.”

”You said three times a week.”

”I know.”

She pulled back, and for a second there was something sharp in her eyes, the ghost of the anger Kayla had warned him about. ”Do you have any idea what you did to me?” Her voice shook.

”I couldn’t sleep without thinking of you. I couldn’t satisfy myself with anything. I kept hearing your voice, feeling your hands—” She stopped, her breath catching. ”I thought I was going crazy.”

”You’re not crazy.”

”Then what am I?”

He cupped her face in both hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones. ”You’re mine now and forever.”

Her eyes widened. Something cracked in her expression, the anger dissolving into raw, desperate want.

She kissed him again, harder this time, and he felt her hands slide down his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

”Too many clothes,” she muttered against his lips.

”Then take them off.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She tore at his shirt, buttons scattering across the floor, and her hands found his chest.

She made a sound, low and hungry, as her palms pressed against the hard planes of his muscles, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs like she was reading a language only she understood.

”God,” she whispered. ”I almost forgot what you felt like.”

”You won’t forget after tonight. Ever.”

She pushed him backward toward the bed, and he let himself fall onto the rumpled sheets. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, her robe falling open as she leaned down to kiss him.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft, and he felt himself harden beneath her, his cock straining against his trousers. She felt it too. She ground down against him, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, and let out a breathy moan.

”You’re already so hard for me.”

”You have that effect.”

She smiled, and it was the first real smile he’d seen from her, equal parts wicked and tender.

”Good.”

She sat up, and the robe slid off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. She was bare underneath. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples dark and already peaked, her skin flushed with heat.

She was more beautiful than he remembered, more real, more present. And he was worried he was going to meet her skinny, dark bags underneath her eyes and all that... Being a Blessed helped... and she looks more hotter.

”Fuck”

He reached up and cupped one breast, thumb brushing across her nipple, and she shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

”I missed you,” she said, and the words came out raw, honest, stripped of any game. ”I missed this. I missed the way you touch me.”

”Show me how much you do.”

She leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, deeper. Her tongue slid against his, and he tasted the faint sweetness of wine on her lips.

She shifted her weight, reaching down between them, and he felt her fingers working at his belt.

She undid it with a practiced tug, then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his hips. Her hand found his cock through his boxers, and she gripped him, stroking him through the thin fabric.

”You’re so big,” she breathed. ”I almost forgot how big you are.”

”You said that already.”

”Because it’s true.”

She pulled his boxers down, and his cock sprang free, hard and aching, the head glistening with a bead of precum.

She stared at it for a second, her lips parting, and then she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, watching his face.

His breath caught. Her hand was warm and soft, and she knew exactly how to touch him, her thumb sweeping across the head, her grip tightening just enough to make him see stars.

”I’ve been thinking about this,” she said, her voice low and rough. ”About the way you taste. The way you feel in my mouth.”

”Then don’t just think about it.”

She smiled, slow and wicked, and then she lowered her head and took him in her mouth.

He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, as her lips closed around him. She knew what she was doing, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand working the shaft in rhythm with her mouth.

She took him deep, all the way to the back of her throat, and held there for a second before pulling back up, slow and deliberate.

”Fuck,” he breathed.

She hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his entire body, and he fisted his hands in the sheets. She worked him like she’d been starving for the taste of him, her head bobbing, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes.

It was so fucking hot. Hey grey eyes looking up at him. Her throat desperately trying to take all of him but failing, she used her hands now.

She was good. She was so fucking good. She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips slick and swollen, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock.

”You taste even better than I remembered.”

Lynx didn’t reply that, he stared at her pussy with intense hunger. It was more puffier, it was glistening with her wetness, her red clit peeking out, her juicy thigh.

”Come here.” His voice came out darker.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her up, positioning her over his face. She let out a surprised gasp, then a moan as he dragged her down, his mouth finding her cunt.

She was already soaked. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, and he could taste her on his tongue, sweet and musky and utterly her. He licked her slowly, deliberately, savoring the way she shuddered above him.

”Oh yess~”

She moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth. ”Yesss~ Right there”

He found her clit with his tongue and circled it, teasing, testing, remembering what made her gasp and what made her moan.

He got one spot.