Being away from her always felt wrong. If I had to go years at a time without seeing her, I became irritable and sometimes violent.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was experiencing mate withdrawal.
“How did I not know?” I rasp.
“I don’t think you were supposed to,” Quinn answers wryly. “Those witches are tricky bitches.”
“It makes sense now…”
Every time she’s made me come, sparks detonated in my vision. Was it a sign that the curse was being weakened?
Happiness, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, rushes from my heart to every extremity in my body.
I lunge for Quinn, scooping her up and spinning her around. “I told you you’re mine.”
“I think our hearts knew it the whole time.” She places a slow, sensual kiss on my lips. “Now make me yours all the way.”
Quinn
Hundreds. That’s how many times Kirian and I have climbed this ladder together. But this is completely new.
My pulse hammers as Kirian pushes up on the trap door and lends a hand to help me in.
We haven’t even started having sex, but I feel like I could get off any second. Just the thought of Kirian’s cock pushing into me makes my clit throb.
I’m shaking as I slide my shoes off, and I realize I’m not wearing much. I’d gone to bed in a tank top and underwear, and I was in such a hurry to get to Kirian, I forgot to put shorts on.
Wanting to set the mood, I light a few votive candles and spread the comforter out on the floor. The air in here is stiflingly hot, so I open the shudders to let the breeze in.
The highest part of the ceiling is just tall enough for Kirian to stand while slightly hunched over. The sound of him undoing his belt is like an electric shock to my libido.
I glance over my shoulder, and I like the way his strong, masculine fingers pull at the leather strap.
I know what it feels like to have those fingers inside me.
I’m about to know what it’s like to have a whole lot more inside me, too.
I swallow hard when Kirian pushes his black pants down and his cock springs free. It bobs there, large and swollen. Ready.
Wetness and warmth spreads through my center, and I figure I better get rid of my panties before they get too damp. They join Kirian’s pants on the floor.
Next, he peels off his shirt.
All the air whooshes out of me, and I whip my tank top over my head. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.”
“I can’t wait to see you,” Kirian responds, his breath hitching, his face serious.
This is a big deal. Not just because we’re having sex for the first time, but because our lives are about to change in a drastic way.
We’ll be bonded forever, and the curse will be broken.
I lie on my back, getting as comfortable as possible.
“Guess we better get this show on the road.” I try to keep the nervous quiver out of my voice, but I fail.
Getting down on his knees, Kirian puts himself between my open legs. “I don’t want to rush it too much.”
He flattens a hand next to my head and leans down to give me an unhurried kiss. He nips at my top lip, my bottom lip, and scrapes his teeth over my jaw.
Lowering his mouth to my breast, he sucks on my nipple. Pleasure zings up my spine, and my back arches.
He blows on the dampened flesh before going over to the other side. Once Kirian’s had his fill of both breasts, his large body covers mine as he braces himself on his elbows.
Pressing another sweet kiss to my lips, he whispers, “From dawn ‘til dusk, from dusk ‘til dawn, I’ll never love another.” He lets out a reverent sigh. “That’s the vow fated mates say during the ceremony, but I couldn’t wait. Now you’re mine forever.”
Tears blur my vision. It’s such a beautiful promise, and I know he’s been saving these words for me.
“From dawn ‘til dusk, from dusk ‘til dawn, I’ll never love another,” I repeat as a tear slips down my right temple.
We seal it with a scorching kiss. Kirian’s tongue plunges into my mouth, and I push back in a stroking rhythm.
His hand slips between us, and he groans when he discovers how soaked I am. His fingers easily glide through my folds, sliding down to my entrance. He inserts two fingers, stretching my tight channel. Making me wetter. Priming me for his cock.
As he massages my g-spot, his thumb draws circles on my clit.
My breathing picks up, my lower belly tightens, and my inner walls spasm, warning us of how close I am to climax.
Kirian withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his erection. I spread my thighs wider, surrendering my body as the large head presses into me.
At first, it’s just an intense stretching sensation, but then Kirian thrusts, surging forward.
I cry out when it feels like fire ignites deep inside me. It takes my breath away, and I gasp out a pained sob.
Kirian freezes.
“Quinn, I’m sorry.” He kisses me. “So sorry, love. It’s not supposed to hurt with fated mates, or so I’ve heard.”
“Does that mean we’re not?” I ask, doubt replacing my confidence.
He shakes his head. “I think it’s because you’re human. You don’t heal as quickly as faeries do. Plus, we’re in your world—magic isn’t as strong here. I’ll make it better for you.”
Snaking an arm between us, his fingers go to my clit. He rubs me the way I like. Just the right speed, exactly the perfect amount of pressure.
Little by little, my muscles relax, allowing Kirian to work himself into me with shallow strokes.
Once he’s buried deep, he rests his sweaty forehead on mine. “You okay?”
Surprisingly, I am. The temporary pain has faded, and the burning from before has morphed into a sensation of urgent need.
“Yeah,” I breathe out, wiggling to encourage him to move.
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