His finger strokes me to the point where I peak so fast that my climax comes at me suddenly. Tearing through me, my body convulses, and I cry out as I fall with the pleasure, my arms giving out as I collapse forward, my ass still high and Luther fucking me faster.
I scream out, orgasming long and ferociously, my whole body clenching.
Luther snarls like a beast, stiffening as he explodes inside me. “Squeeze me, that’s it.”
We both float on the clouds, attached and shuddering with the desire binding us. I no longer know where I begin and he ends. My heart thumps harder.
When we both come down from the most incredible orgasm, he slides out of me and we collapse on the bed. He draws me toward him, and I roll into his arms, both of us sweating and gasping for breath.
He kisses my brow. “Are you ready for more?” he asks eagerly, and I’m not sure if he’s serious, considering we’re still both puffing.
“Absolutely,” I respond regardless, and he shuffles out of bed.
It seems he was one hundred percent serious, and I’m blown away by his stamina.
“Spread yourself for me,” he demands. “I’m going to clean you up first.”
I roll onto my back and obey him, adoring the way he commands me in the bedroom. There’s nothing more thrilling than a delicious man dominating you when it comes to sex.
He stands before me, his gaze dipping to the apex between my legs. A tingle of desire curls deep in my stomach, even though I’ve just climaxed.
“Don’t move,” he tells me. “We’re not even close to being done.”
My breath catches in my throat—I’m ready to go all night.
Chapter 10
Guendolyn
A coldness wraps around me, and I open my eyes to the sun beaming into the cabin through the gaps in the curtains. It takes mere seconds for my memories to return, and I lift my hand to stare at the ring on my finger. I still can’t believe this is real. What we experienced was pure magic, and I want more.
I'm engaged to a prince. A fae prince, precisely, and butterflies whirl around in my stomach, twisting me into an anxious mess. While hundreds of questions and concerns pelt into me about how it all went down, I shove them away. Not today, bad thoughts. I've ridden a terrible storm for too long, so give me this moment of joy. Everything else we can work out later.
I mean, never in a million years did I ever think I’d find a prince, let alone marry one. So this is utterly surprising. It’s the things fairy tales are made of and the best thing to have happened to me.
Rolling over onto my side, I reach out for Luther, except my hand falls through the air and lands on his empty side of the bed. I sit up and scan the cottage.
“Luther?” I call out in case he's in the bathroom, but when no response comes, I wrap the bedsheet around my naked body and pad across the cold wooden floor. The fire has burned out, so the air is crisp and cold.
When I knock on the bathroom door and there's no response, I open it.
He’s not in there. Suddenly, his absence makes the cottage feel lonely and sad.
I frown and march over to the window. As I draw back the curtain, I see a guard standing outside with his back to me. The storm has passed… has Luther returned to the castle without me?
Why’s there a guard outside? First, I need clothes. Quickly, I rush to get dressed, then I pat down my wild hair and open the front door.
Michae stands tall and greets me with a smile. “Morning, my lady.”
“Where’s Luther?” I groan.
“Prince Luther was called to an urgent matter with his brother at dawn. I am here to escort you back to court.”
I glance back at our love shack, a place I will never forget as the place where Luther proposed. Sure, it was the strangest proposal, but it’ll always stay with me.
“Are you ready to leave?” Michae asks.
I step outside and draw the door shut behind me. “Should I clean up the room, perhaps, before we leave?”
He smiles so genuinely at me, that I wonder if he must think me strange to ask such questions. “Maids will be arriving soon to clean everything. You don't have to worry.”
I track behind him to a horse carriage waiting farther down the snowy path, reminding myself that having others clean up after me is something I will need to get used to. I’m pretty sure the guilt will vanish soon enough.
We ride under a stunning azure sky, no trace of the savage storm that roared all night. As did my prince. The thought brings an electric buzz racing up my spine. That fae has insane stamina. We went all night and only fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
Once back at the castle, I head down to the baths for a wash, after which I dress in a brand-new, simple straight gown the color of my ruby. This time I include underwear that look more like white shorts.
Once I spot Michae go down the hall for a break from watching my door, I sneak out, hurrying down the corridor of the mansion. I have to speak to Deimos, but I can’t have Michae following me and hearing my conversation with him.
I keep admiring my ring, at the way the dragon tears, as Luther called them, sparkle in the light. Part of me feels guilty that Deimos wasn't with us, that he may not agree to Luther having done this on his own. The last thing I want is to create any tension between the brothers, so I need to talk to him urgently. I think of what Ahren’s reaction would be, but I don’t even know what to make of that situation.
As I
