A groan from the doors sounds.
I quickly tuck the stone into the pocket of my pants and glance over my shoulder to Luther entering the room.
My heart pounds, while my stomach bursts with butterflies. I shouldn’t be this excited about seeing a man I've been spending weeks with. Though, things aren't the same anymore. Not since I cured Deimos and Luther touched me while the magic still filled me. That touch had broken the spell that hid my memories from me. Now, my past with Luther is crystal clear in my mind, from his voice in my thoughts back on Earth, to the dirty things he’d say. There were the endless nights we spoke about stupid things, yet he captivated me all the same.
I know this fae inside and out, and the ache growing in my chest for him has everything to do with what he went through. He suffered on his own with our memories, and I couldn’t do a thing to help him.
His keen gaze scans the room and rests on me. We're alone, and he kicks the door shut behind him. The gleam in his eyes calls to me. He looks at me differently, like we're long-lost lovers and we've finally found each other. The mischief in the quirk of his smile ignites the blaze in my chest. It’s strange to think that I fell for his charm twice. Once before I even met him. And again while I couldn’t remember much about our past.
We are meant to be together.
“I have a surprise for you.” His deep baritone warms and comforts me.
I'm on my feet before I can make sense of how much influence he has over me.
"Luther." I rush to him and he collects me into his arms, lifting me off my feet.
Our mouths clash in an explosive match of emotions.
Arousal.
Desperation.
Unbearable need to make up for lost time.
His hands grab my ass, and his tongue slides into my mouth, dancing with mine. I lace my hands behind his neck and hold onto him, my legs wrapping around his hips. Our kiss is deep and passionate, the kind that knocks the breath out my lungs and leaves me dripping wet.
“You were saying?” I breathe the words.
One corner of his mouth curls upward into a lopsided grin with mischief gathering behind his gaze. Instead of answering, he kisses me and walks me back to the wall, where he pins me in place. The world fades around me; it's just us two at this moment.
No deaths.
No confusion.
No worry.
Only Luther and I.
Unable to resist or concentrate on anything, I run my hands through his long, dark hair, drawing him closer. He's like a wind sweeping through my mind, awakening our past from the first time I laid eyes on him. Dark and menacing, and even then my knees wobbled in his presence with a desperation to connect. For so long we spoke in my thoughts, and I should have known then he'd always be in my life.
I grip onto him, gliding my tongue into his mouth, bucking my hips against his growing erection. Despite everything, if there's one good thing to come out of me discovering where I came from, it's finding three fae whom I adore and who want me just as much. I don't think I could bear to lose any of them.
They are my lifeline in this crazy realm. And I need more... so much more of each of them.
His lips drag over my cheek and to my neck, where he nibbles on the flesh before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth. Fingers slide under the fabric of my top, finding skin.
I arch and moan as his hand slides higher and cups a breast. I tip my head back against the wall and close my eyes as he grinds his cock against my heat.
This is where I long to be every day. I suck in ragged breaths as he devours me, pinches my hardened nipple.
I cry out as he tugs on it, and my control is destroyed by his passion. Our lips once more merge. I kiss him with depth and passion, our tongues at war, then his teeth pull at my lower lip, the pain and pleasure a cocktail that leaves me dripping.
He draws back, our breaths racing, and slowly eases me back down on my feet, like that moment of fire was nothing more than a welcome kiss.
"What in the world was that?" I gasp, pulling down on my shirt to cover my stomach.
"You come running at me and I'm going to kiss you until you forget yourself." He slides a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"That was so much more than a kiss, and you know it. You're an evil tease."
He lowers his hand from my hair, his knuckles gently brushing against my erect nipples. I gasp with a renewed flare of desire coiling tighter deep in my gut.
"Now that is a tease.” He winks sexily at me. “What we did was different. I was preparing you."
I stiffen and narrow my gaze at him. "For what?"
"Told you I have something for you. And while I have every intention of fucking you, this isn't the right place... or maybe the time."
He cups my face and kisses me softly for a change. I consider protesting. Instead, I let myself fall for the distraction at a time when we need it most. His tongue licks over my lips, and I lean into his chest and whisper, "If you keep kissing me that way, I'm not responsible for what happens to your cock."
A burning gleam passes over his eyes, and the twitch of his erection pulses against my stomach.
"And you smell good enough to eat."
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