His control snapped, and the kiss turned deeper, hungrier. She met every thrust of his tongue with hers, her thirst turning carnal and hands roaming over his chest, his abdomen, and then lower. Fuck, this man was unacceptably hot. And ridiculously hard.
She pressed herself against him, body arching with need.
He held her face in both hands, as though she were the only one he desired in this world. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him flush against her, and he answered with a groan that sounded closer to prayer than sin. She rocked her hips, knowing he could feel her wetness and scent the want dripping off her.
He pressed his cock into her slickened core, slow at first, teasing her. She gasped from the fullness of it. She would never get over how completely he filled her, each thrust driving deeper.
“Fuck, Jakobav,” she breathed.
Her fingernails bit into his back, clutching him as if begging not to stop. A moan tumbled from her lips, and was answered by his hips thrusting deeper, quickening the pace in a delicious, relentless torture.
His mouth brushed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips. The worship in his eyes, the maddening softness of his kisses, made her entire body tense with anticipation of sweet release.
She whimpered against his mouth, wanting him to come apart for her just like she was unraveling for him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Ella,” he murmured, guiding her hand between their bodies and placing it on her clit, his hand on top of hers, working over her sensitive spot, demanding the rhythm he wanted from her before removing his hand.
“Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
Her breath shuddered. A moan escaped, and he swallowed it with another kiss, deep and unguarded.
When his mouth grazed her throat, she whispered, “Don’t bite me this time. Don’t draw blood. Please.” Her own wordsstartled her. Desire warred with dread—the memory of the Fae’s fury never far from her mind. If Jake tasted her again, a ripple could tear open in the middle of Orchid’s castle.
He moaned against her throat, teeth grazing. “Tell me what you’re hiding.”
She said nothing, her mind going to the crescent on her wrist, hidden by the bandage. The green-eyed Fae had all but admitted to punishing her and sending that creature through the breach near the Dravaryn gate. He’d scented her and Jake through the ripple, and worse, he called it the Sacred Fae Garden.
Gods…what does that even mean?
She moved her palms flat to Jakobav’s back, grounding herself in the present moment. She realized she hadn’t actually answered his question. She’d given him only silence.
He searched her eyes, then exhaled roughly, like a man surrendering to a choice he’d already made. He shook his head once. “Fuck it,” he growled. “I told you I’ll take you any way you let me.”
He returned to her neck, placing kisses down the column of her throat, hungry and careful at once. His hands slid lower, found her ankles, then swept them into his grip, tugging her down the bed like drawing a thread through a needle. He eased her knees higher, folding her open to the torchlight, then drove into her, unyielding, each thrust a promise hammered into rhythm.
The wood creaked, the headboard shuddered, and her voice shattered on his name. He found the beat beneath her skin and followed it, his breath ragged against her mouth as he moved faster.
Jakobav tore his mouth from hers long enough to growl against her ear, “Fuck. We fit so perfectly. You’re mine.”
Ella clutched him hard, nails dragging down his chest, her head thrown back against the furs. The tension coiled inside her,tightening into something unbearable. But before she could sink into the feeling, he caught both her wrists and lifted them above her head, pinning them gently. Ella’s pulse kicked hard.
Gods, after the fight, after watching him nearly burn, after hearing him claim her in front of half the court, how was she supposed to ever come down? How was she supposed to want anything but this?
He slammed into her, thrusting with a relentless rhythm as the world narrowed to the drag of his breath against her throat. Her need to release was all-consuming and daring her to surrender.
Gods, she wanted to.
She lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. With her wrists still pinned in one of his hands, his other hand slid down to the sensitive spot just above where their bodies slammed together, skilled fingers circling and bringing her to the cusp.
“Please, Jake, fall apart with me.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, aching, trembling, sounding dangerously close to begging.
He refused to slow down, driving into her again and again. The feel of him between her thighs made her widen her legs to take in every exquisite inch. Her legs began to shake.
“I’ll never stop falling for you,” he replied.
It stole her breath.
Pleasure shot up her spine. Words crumbled into sound—hers, his, tangled like smoke and wildfire.
