Starting Point by N.R. Walker

shoulder, and he turned back around slowly to face me.
    The ring sat on his chest—dark silver on black leather. But it was more than that. It was the ring he’d wear when we were married. I touched it lightly, feeling the cool of the metal under the rise and fall of his chest. “It’s beautiful.”
    Kira surprised me by taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply, thoroughly. His hands, his lips, his tongue—there was an urgency, a passion in his touch, his kiss. He fisted my shirt, only pulling his mouth from mine to rip the shirt over my head before quickly kissing me again.
    With a soft groan, he slowed the kiss and pulled my bottom lip between his. His eyes were still closed, his full lips were wet and red. “Matt…”
    “Mmm,” I hummed. “You can kiss me like that any time.”
    He chuckled and opened his eyes. “Your turn,” he said, and, licking his lips, he took the box. “Turn around for me.”
    I did as he asked and his adept fingers ran across my skin. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and peace as the cool metal ring was placed above my heart.
    I automatically touched the ring, and Kira turned me by the shoulders so I faced him.
    “Kira,” I said, suddenly overcome by emotions. My eyes sprung with tears. I wasn’t embarrassed—in fact, I raised my chin proudly. “I’m so happy right now.”
    Kira’s fingers traced along my jaw with the touch of a feather. “Then why the tears?”
    “Happy tears,” I said. “Overwhelmed… I’m so grateful for you. I can’t explain what it means that you want to marry me.”
    “Matt,” he murmured.
    Even after these last six months of me battling demons, guilt and insecurities, he never faltered. He was my absolute rock. “Kira, please take me to bed.”
    He took my face in his hands, gently this time and kissed me softly. Then he took my hand and led me to our room.
    Sex between us was different now. Since then , when I’d been undercover and would basically beg him to hurt me. We were different now. We were more open with each other, communicated better and there was a closeness now that wasn’t there before.
    And how this overflowed into the bedroom was no different.
    Gone was the rough sex, the fucking , and in its place was eye contact and hand-holding, soft kisses and whispers of love. We still had passion, and there was still urgency and need, but different emotions fuelled us.
    I bottomed mostly—it was just what felt natural between us, and to be honest, I preferred it. Kira did too. He was a natural top, and without fail, he took care of my pleasure before his own.
    Kira undressed me, he kissed every inch of skin he could reach, he prepped me and he filled me. My legs fell open for him and his hips rolled into mine. He was buried deep inside me. He held one of my hands and his other hand wrapped tight around my cock. His open mouth pressed to mine, his tongue teasing, tasting. He knew which buttons to press, what turned me on, what made me come.
    With long, deep thrusts inside me, with low moans and his tongue in my mouth and his hand squeezing, pulling and twisting, my orgasm spilled between us.
    Kira leant back, flexing his hips into me, beckoning every ounce of pleasure from me he could. And only when I was boneless and blissed out, did he realise his own pleasure.
    He picked up my hips and thrust into me. When he was buried to the hilt inside me, he leaned over me once more and rolled his hips, again and again. The ring on the necklace swung between us in time with his thrusts.
    “God, Kira,” I groaned.
    “You feel so good,” he grunted. “I don’t want this to end.”
    I took his face in my hands. “It never has to. You can have me forever.”
    And with a final thrust, his body flexed and stilled as he filled the condom inside me. He collapsed on top of me with a groan and a chuckle, and after a moment, he pulled out of me. Rolling off me, he quickly wrapped his arms around me.
    “You look so good with that leather