After she’d melted Dark Kingdom, effectively removing the magic that put their land in permanent winter, she returned their friends to their respective kingdoms in one swift megaportal hop.
Okay, fine, she had to practice a few times, but the third time was the charm.
Her breath caught on something he did with his tongue near her nipple, and she smoothed her fingers along the back of his neck. “We could pass through and check in on Elena and Keen before heading to the Earth realm to make sure your ex-mother isn’t wreaking havoc.”
He lifted his head, his damp hair disheveled. “We don’t know she is in the Earth realm.”
“Shouldn’t we find out? She was as diabolical as your father, controlling the alchemists and devising a plan to take over Dark Kingdom.”
He sent her a disgruntled look. “Must we discuss Ailith?” His gaze skittered down her body. “I had other plans.”
She grabbed his chin and kissed his full lips. “You’re right. We have business to attend to.” And she reached back and grabbed his bare ass.
Garrin growled. “Let’s not forget who’s in charge here.”
“Me?” She grinned.
“Only if you’re not putting your life in danger, which you tend to do.” He unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs.
Garrin rolled to the side and flipped them so she was on top. He unclasped her bra half a second later.
“I’m not thrilled you know how to do that. I’ve checked. Fae women don’t wear bras.”
“Don’t they?” he said, and caressed her breasts, making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Wh-what?” she murmured, distracted.
He looked at her innocently and positioned her above his hard length.
Lex ran her hands down the undulations of his muscular chest. “I can’t remember what we were talking about.”
“It’s just as well,” he said, and lifted her until she sank onto the length of him.
Garrin leaned up and grabbed her ass at the same time his soft mouth enclosed her nipple. It was triple stimulation, and it didn’t take long before she was rocking haphazardly, racing toward climax.
Stars burst behind her eyes and pleasure swept over her, incoherent sounds erupting from her throat.
In her lulled state, Garrin kissed her, flipped them, and pressed her back into the chaise. He continued a slow, torturous rhythm that had her thinking about orgasm number two.
Lex touched his strong cheekbone, treasuring the look on his face as he reached his pleasure.
“I love you,” she said after he’d caught his breath.
“Not more than I love you,” he said, and slid to the side, pulling her close.
She curled into the protection of his chest, and he lazily ran his hand up and down her spine.
He lifted onto his elbow and rested his head in his hand. “I spent hundreds of years believing you were a gift from the angels to save my people. Little did I know you were put here for me.”
When Garrin Branimir wanted to woo a woman, he brought out the big guns. “Who knew you were this romantic?” She leaned up and pecked him on the lips. “It’s a good thing you’re handsome, or I would have run like hell out of that Earth cave.”
His brow quirked. “I seem to recall you trying. And handsome, you say?”
She sent him an exasperated look. “I thought you were ridiculously hot the moment I saw you in my dorm. And terrifying. Very terrifying. Which was the reason for my sprint to the cave entrance.”
“And now?”
“You’re a big puppy dog.”
