Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RYST

We made our way back to LaGrange, quiet and thoughtful as we crawled into bed. We'd decided in the porter home from the Sloan's apartment that we'd leave behind all thoughts of Borden's Talent. The Sloans had a path that they were committed to, and they hadn't asked for our help, just our understanding.

I had always thought it would be a relief to meet other Talented people, but it had felt more like a burden seeing Borden melt the stone floor. As though there were too many people at risk of discovery so close to me and Nayth, and I didn't want our secrets falling into the wrong hands.

Everything will be alright, Methela, Nayth reassured me, pulling me on top of him, kissing me, moving my hips against his. Nothing's really changed. We just know information we didn't know before. It doesn't change anything.

Nayth's kisses turned soft and gentle and coaxing as he rolled us over, brushing his fingertips over my cheeks, kissing down my neck. He slid into me, and I sighed in relief against him, forgetting everything else.

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Emotion rolled through me. Relief— relief that we were alone and together. Thankfulness, that he was finally mine. Love, love so deep I didn't know if I could hold it all within me.

It poured out of my body and wrapped around us both. I felt so open. More open than I had ever felt. Piercingly open. And something twanged inside me, in my heart. My breath caught, and I trembled.

Nayth stilled, and I felt alarm shoot through him. The lips on my cheek paused and the fingers brushing my shoulder stopped.

I tightened my arms around his torso and sent him feelings of, Don't go! Stay right here! My breath stuttered, and I could sense his thoughts rapidly searching for what was wrong: had he hurt me? Was I in pain? Was something wrong?

But it wasn't my body. My body was really happy. Nayth's tension started to recede as he felt my feelings.

I don't want to cry right now. Not while we're making love, I sent.

You aren't crying. It's not sadness. It's something else: tenderness, Methela. It's tenderness.

I trembled with all emotion in my chest. We'd been together for weeks. We'd had endless passionate sex, but Nayth was making love to me with tenderness and sweetness and affection so rich I couldn't bear it.

I could feel how much he loved me. How accepted I was. How there was nothing in the world I could do to turn him away from me.

That he would always be here, loving me. He poured that love into me and onto me with his body and soul.

And it tore something open inside me that I didn't want to feel, but I didn't want to stop feeling.

This was what it felt like to be loved and accepted without conditions. To be loved by Nayth. This was what it felt like to belong.

I love you so much, Ahtah. Thank you for loving me back.

His lips took the tears from my cheeks.

"I love you too, Ryst. Always. Forever. You have all of me for all eternity. For always. I'm yours. I always was, and I always will be."

I pulled him down to me so I could kiss his mouth with the tenderness he showered on me. My Ahtah, this was what he wanted most: gentleness. Affection. Tenderness. This quiet kindness was what he wanted more than anything.

And, finally, I understood him, and I wanted it too.