My breasts pop free, and he lowers his head, sucking on my pebbled nipple.
“Please make it hurt,” I ask.
His gaze drifts up at me and smiles, then he gnaws on my nipple harder, while his other hand finds the heat between my legs again. Fingers slide between my soaking lips, parting them, and he pushes two fingers into me unceremoniously.
I throw my head back, groaning, giving myself to this fae. He traces his mouth over my collarbones, my throat, and he kisses me, bruising my lips.
Everything about him calls to me.
My hands thread through his hair, holding onto to him as he releases his fingers from within me.
“Fuck me, Ahren,” I purr.
His smile is wicked, and I clench my thighs, my clit pulsing just at the way he stares like he’s about to devour me. He unbuckles his belt and pants, dropping them so quick, he’s naked from the waist down in seconds. His thick cock is hard and moist on the tip. God, he is so big and I want him inside me.
“Come here, beautiful. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your delicious little pussy, and how much I’m going to fuck you.”
My ovaries more than approve, and my whole body clenches at the sexiness of his words. I grab hold of his black top to drag him to me but he lifts me off my feet by my waist. I coil my legs around his hips, deftly lifting the skirt of my dress between us with one hand.
“Take me,” I demand. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
“When I’m finished with you, the whole kingdom will be breathless.”
A shiver runs over me, and I shudder from his words alone.
He adjusts me slightly, until the tip of his cock kisses my entrance. I’m wide and spread for him.
“I make you a promise,” he says, slowly pushing into me. “That every time we fuck, you will scream and beg for more.”
Writhing against him, I tilt my pelvis to take him easier, to fit him. “Then show me already,” I challenge him.
Grasping my hips, he sinks into deep in one long thrust. I scream out, partly from the best kind of pain, and mostly from surprise at how fast he takes into me. I grip his strong, round shoulders as he fills me completely. There’s no pause as he fucks me standing up, his mouth on my neck
I moan and squeeze him inside me, the friction between us an inferno. He walks us over to the lounge, where he lays me onto my back effortlessly, one of his hands on the cushion, the other on my back. He remains embedded inside me the whole time. He is so strong.
Shifting slightly to accommodate him from this new angle, I lean forward and we kiss.
Our bodies are one, moving in rhythm, our breaths in a dance. My nipples prick the quicker he pummels into me. He’s relentless, showing no sign of slowing, and I’m drowning in his passion, our sex scent, in the way he claims me. His lips caress my neck, while his hips drive into me, over and over.
“Oh yes, fuck me harder,” I plead.
I’m floating on the clouds, loving every damn second of the way he makes love to me. I surrender completely to him.
We fuck, and I adore those sounds he makes… they are pure bliss. I am so turned on, his thrusts are incredible.
My entire body trembles, and a powerful shudder of euphoria coarse through my entire body so quick it surprises me. The orgasm comes suddenly, tearing through me. I scream out with pleasure, my back arching, as he keeps crashing into me, over and over, shaking the chaise lounge.
A thunderous growl rumbles out of his throat. His grip on my hips tightens, and after a final plunge, he pauses inside me, pulsing. He roars, and I fucking love him. I can’t stop staring at this gorgeous man lost in his own lust, buried deep inside me. And he’s mine. All mine.
We’re both breathing heavy, sweat beading across his brow.
He collapses on top of me. “You are fucking beautiful, and I love everything about you.” We stay embraced, locked together for I don’t know how long, but I don’t want to move. This is where I want to be always.
His breaths brush over my neck as he finally pulls back from me. He slides out of me and goes to collect his clothes, dressing himself. Then with my underwear in his hand, he cleans me up, then tucks them into his pocket. I can’t help but adore the way he cares for me.
I shuffle to sit upright, drawing my knees to my chest as I cover them with my dress. He flops down near me, our sides pressing together like neither of us can bear to be apart from each other for more than a few seconds.
“My intention was to talk to you first,” he says, half laughing. “But I have no control around you.”
Cradling in against his chest, I embrace the contentment that fills me. “I was perfect. I missed you so much.”
We don’t talk right away. He holds me, and I let myself start to believe that what I have is real. Then I decide I need to tell him things he doesn’t know. I clear my throat and say, “I wanted to tell you about my father earlier. But I didn't want to come across like I'm taking your throne. I never wanted it, Ahren. In truth, all I cared about was not losing you.”
With the way he looks at me, I see the hurt in his eyes like my words have taken him aback.
“Guendolyn, I would never think anything less of you if you'd told me the truth. And I should have been truthful about my
