The fireplace blazes to life. I squeak in surprise. Rhydian’s eyes flare. He wanted to see me above him, and now I get to see him.
He is still wearing the thin cotton shift that he favours, but with the aid of the flickering firelight, I can see enough. And it is his eyes I truly want to see. They are wide and dark. Hooded with lust and desire and staring at me as if I am wonderful.
His strong hands are on my hips. Searing into my flesh. Holding me firmly. Keeping me where he wants me.
“Ride me, Jamie,” he says.
I moan. “I don’t know how to.”
His eyes flash, “Yes, you do. Let your body guide you.”
His hands lift me up a little and then slide me back down his cock. I cry out. He grunts. He does it again. I lift my weight up with my knees and help him as he guides me up.
“That’s it, little pet,” he says hoarsely. “Put your hands on my stomach.”
I do as I’m told and the aid to my balance boosts my confidence. I lift myself up more firmly and glide back down more surely. His grip on my hips loosens.
“Perfect, Little Pet. You are perfect.”
I lift up again, and his hands fall away. I’m flying solo. His cock is in my ass and my hands are on his very firm stomach. I can set the rhythm and the tempo. I slam back down and he grunts. His cock throbs inside me. I do it again. And again.
My head tips back with the pleasure coursing through me, and I yell my joy and pick up my pace. I’m truly riding now. Hard and fast. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh is mingling with my cries.
I force my head back down. I want to look into his eyes. I want to watch him as he cums. Or let him see me as I reach my peak. Whichever happens first.
Our gazes lock. The intensity swirls through me. Fuel for the fire raging in my soul. I cry out again. My movements become jerky and uncoordinated as the full fury of my orgasm unleashes. Rhydian’s strong hands take my hips again. And he bucks up into me forcefully, shaking me like a rag doll and fucking me through the storm of my peak and all the way through to the other side.
I’m screaming and screaming. Clenching so tightly around him that it hurts. My naked cock is painting my stomach in cum. Rhydian roars, and my insides are bathed in his hot, wet heat.
I collapse boneless on top of his chest. His lungs are heaving and gently moving me up and down. His softening cock is still inside me. His hand lifts up and strokes my sweaty hair. Over and over again, as if I am a cat. My eyes flutter closed. This is perfect.
I’m never, ever moving.
Here, in Rhydian’s arms, it feels as if I belong.
Chapter twenty-four
“Pinky, please. If you don’t go and find him and ask him to join me for tea, I’m going to have to wander around court by myself to look for him, and I’ll probably get into all kinds of trouble.”
Pinky glares at me and crosses her arms over her chest. For a short little thing, she is very intimidating. But judging by her reaction, she can understand me. She just chooses not to speak to me for whatever reason.
I stare back at her with the full force of my stubbornness and determination. Silence stretches for a few moments, then she huffs dramatically, turns on her heels and stomps out of the sitting room.
I grin in triumph and take a seat at the table. Step one completed. Now I just have to hope she finds him before this tea gets cold. Though come to think of it, tea never seems to get cold here. That must be more fey magic. One I don’t mind at all.
I pour myself some tea and settle down to wait. The sandwiches and tiny cakes look delicious, but I can control myself. I’ll admire the view out of the window instead. Wild flowers have erupted all over what once was a lawn. It is very pretty tolook at.
The door opens and I blink in surprise. That was quick. I turn my head to see Pinky ushering in the blond rhocyn boy.
I jump to my feet. “Thank you so much for coming! Please take a seat.”
Blue eyes stare at me wide and wary and uncomprehending. My heart sinks. I can’t see his ears, for all his long golden hair, but I should have thought of this. A lowly rhocyn would have no need to speak to the natives of the fey’s newly conquered lands. So why would anyone give him a translator?
“Pinky, please?”
She huffs and starts speaking a string of lilting musical vowels. The little shit can speak. My brain glitches for a moment and then on top of her fey words, I hear her say, “He wants you to have tea with him.”
I shake my head to try to clear the dizzying disorientation, as the rhocyn drops into a curtsy and makes his way over to the table.
