“Maybe.”
I reach out and yank him to me, pulling him up to stand with me on his bed. The kiss is insistent, greedy, and every touch of his hands on my body makes me heat up to the point that I feel as if I'm on fire. After drowning for so long, it's refreshing to feel so alive, and I steal his breath, needing him to live.
My hands yank at his shirt, and we break off the kiss long enough for me to rip it over his head. He shoves his pants down to his ankles and kicks them off, freeing himself.
Damon moves to go to kiss me again, but a finger touches his lips, and I shake my head, grinning coyly. He kisses my finger as I kneel on the bed before him and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Damon groans.
I laugh around his cock, which twitches in my mouth in response. My tongue flicks against the tip, and I suck him as hard as I can. Maybe I don’t take him into my mouth as much as other girls can, but I can learn how to. A girl can get used to this.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he groans.
Silly Damon. That’s the whole point.
I suck even harder, grabbing his hips, shoving him farther into my mouth, deeper into me. His hot spray coats the back of my mouth, and I swallow and swallow and swallow.
I draw back and lick my lips. His cock is glistening, and I go to lick it, but Damon crouches down and guides me onto my back.
"You gave me the one kiss before," he says hoarsely. His eyes shine, and I see both love and lust in those dark orbs.
I shiver. “I remember.”
“And you stipulated the lips on your face.”
I nod. My excitement is building, and I rub my legs together, trying to gain some relief.
He chuckles as he spreads my legs apart. “As I mentioned, you have two sets. If it’s all right—”
“It’s all right!” I blurt out.
“What is?”
“Whatever you want to do to me.”
His lips and his tongue assault my lips, and it's so delicious that I cry out. I drape my legs over his shoulders, bucking my hips, letting a wave of pleasure fill me. It builds and builds and builds, and I almost want him to stop. It's almost too much, and then it is. It crests, and the pleasure gives way to an ecstasy I've never felt before.
He’s not done, though, and he doesn’t stop until I’ve orgasmed two more times. I’m panting and ready to die as he lies beside me, cradling me from behind.
“That was…” I can’t finish the statement because I have no words.
Damon kisses the hollow of my neck and stretches his body against me. As he does so, I feel his erection pressing against my ass.
“You’re ready to go again?” I ask, incredulous.
“When you deny yourself for so long, yes, you can sometimes go again very quickly.”
“Hmm.” I eye the clock. “Our lovemaking has already taken an hour. Not so quick after all.”
“Are you complaining?” he asks as he rolls me onto my back.
"Not at all." I lift up to kiss him and roll us over, so I'm on top.
Slowly, I ride him, nice and slow, so slow that he groans and begs for me to go faster, so slow that it’s torturing me too, but that doesn’t stop me from coming hard, and he orgasms just fine too, and even better, because I’m moving slowly, he’s still hard. Now, I go hard and fast, just as he begged, just as I had deprived us, and this orgasm is brief but just as intense as the others.
I collapse on top of him.
He laughs, the sound causing vibrations that make me bounce against his firm chest. “Worn out?”
“I can keep going. Can you?” I challenge.
“In a bit, Firebug. In a bit.”
With a content sigh, I rest on him. My eyes close, and I know I’ll fall asleep.
But I don’t want to sleep. Not yet. We’ve only just started to exist as a couple, and I want to drink him in.
“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs.
“The future.”
“Oh yeah? Anything specific?”
I shift slightly so I can look at him. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, what I want to do with the rest of my life. Orchid told me about how before her great-grandma’s time, fairies and humans would work together to solve crimes. I thought about it. I mean, I’ve definitely felt called to fight the darkness. I’ve always felt that way, but I don’t want to fight crimes. I’m done with that. Damon, I want to help humans. Fairies with all of their magic have so many problems of their own, but the humans have even more, and they lack magic. I want to help them.”
“How?” he asks slowly.
“I want to open a special herbal tea shop.” I beam. Just thinking about it makes me so happy that I’m giddy. “Think about it! We can help people through tea!”
“By giving them potions,” he says, his words still coming out slow.
I nod. “They won’t ever suspect a thing! And we’ll have to make sure of that, so if we have to use the magic of music or anything else, we can and will. That way, none of the fairy courts will come knocking on our door.” I barely pause before I add, “You hate this idea.”
He bursts out laughing. “It’s so very you,” he says.
“But is it you too?” I bite my lower lip.
“Rosemary, I transferred to Light Fae Academy because the demons rejected me for being part fairy. The fairies, somewhat, accepted me, but I don’t know if I’ll ever truly find my place in either realm. I’m willing to go to the humans if you want to. It’ll be a challenge, and I’m always up for an adventure. You know that.”
“When Bay gets out of prison, I’m going to
