Maxon's hands are caressing every curve of my body, from the dip of my waist to the swell of my hips. I thought he’d hate my soft curves. Most of the fae have lithe bodies with long, slender limbs.
As if reading my thoughts, Maxon peers up at me. “Your curves are amazing, Stóirín,” he assures me as he moves down my body. He nips at my waist, then my hip. “These curves drive me wild. All I want to do is touch you all the damn time.”
Emotions flood me, and the way he is looking at me makes my heart soar. Maxon's teeth sink into my thigh, and I let out a gasp. Then, pulling my panties aside, his mouth covers me, his tongue swirling over my clit. I moan, my back arching as his tongue moves over me, devouring me. I feel a gentle pressure as his fingers move down to my entrance.
“Yes!” I moan arching my back in the soft mossy grass.
Maxon growls, gripping my panties in his teeth and tearing them a second before he thrusts two fingers inside me. I shiver, my muscles clamping down on his fingers as his mouth drops back down to my clit. My hands grip my hair as I ride all the feelings he’s creating. Energy buzzes along my skin, sending me into a frenzy, my hips rocking into his mouth, as his fingers glide in and out.
Oh my god . . .
“Maxon!”
Molten hot lava flows through me, his name on repeat as bursts of light flare behind my eyes and I float on a wave of ecstasy.
I’m faintly aware of Maxon shifting and removing his pants. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, and the sound of my heavy breathing fills the air around us in this haven we’ve created. His warm, naked body hoovers over mine, and I reach for him, needing his skin to be pressed against mine. My hands cup his face, pulling his lips down to me. The moment our lips touch, Maxon’s groan escapes into my mouth, his hips rocking intomine. A shiver runs through me as his cock slides hotly along my center.
I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my body against his. He doesn’t wait another moment before pushing inside of me, and I gasp into his mouth as his thickness stretches me.
“Fuck, Everly,” he growls, his eyes falling closed as he works his way in to the hilt.
My heart skips at the sound of my name being growled like that.
Once he is fully seated, he pauses, his muscles straining as he holds himself back. My body is trembling, and the stretch from his cock causes my inner walls to clench.
“Maxon,” I breathe, making his eyes fly open. His gaze is like a physical force as our eyes connect. “Move.”
Maxon withdraws and pushes back in, his body creating a gentle rhythm as he moves. He is driving me crazy, slowly building me up.
Our fingers intertwine, and Maxon pins them beside my head as we move together, feeling the warmth of each other's skin. Dropping his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I feel everything inside of me tighten.
Magic tingles across my skin, and that part deep inside of my very being reaches for him. It feels like my skin is electrified.
Maxon's eyes meet mine, the silver in them sparking and swirling against the deep violet. Magic hums in the air as we both tumble over that edge. His warmth fills me, and my muscles clench around him, taking everything he gives me. A million sparks of pleasure cascade through my body as I squeeze his hands, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Stóirín,” he moans.
My heart races, pounding in my chest as I release my grip on his hands, and clasp his face. I kiss him desperately, pouring my heart and soul into the kiss, feeling something deep inside my chest click into place, and then there is a second heartbeat, right next to mine. Like an echo, and slowly they become synced.
Chapter thirty
Everly
Maxon guides me toward the stables, the sound of hooves pounding the ground echoing in the distance. His sword is strapped to his back today, and there’s a dangerous glint to his eye, a tenseness about him that even sex couldn’t dispel. I spot a few of the regular stable boys scurrying around, their hands full of buckets and brushes.
“Where are your wolves?”
“I’m not actually sure. I figured they left to do their business this morning, but I’m sure they will show up again.”
“Your Highness.” A young fae boy runs toward us. “The others are waiting at the arch for you.”
“Thank you, Gideon.”
The young boy with curly red hair and bright blue eyes grins before bowing and quickly running back toward the stables.
“I have a surprise for you.” Maxon turns his head, glancing down at me.
I can't help but bite my lip as a wave of butterflies fills my stomach. I don’t know what this is between us, but I feel so damn lucky. I never had this sort of luck in my life. My earliest memories are not happy ones. I was the girl no one wanted around. I was always alone, overlooked, and unwanted. But then I walked through that damn faerie door, and everything changed. It’s as if all the stars aligned and granted me this incredible stroke of luck. I have never experienced such joy, such happiness before. Maxon makes me feel seen, valued, and loved in a way I have never known. It’s a beautiful mystery, this connection we share, and I will cherish every moment of it.
