The orgasm was so intense I was almost embarrassed, but Len’s response destroyed that instinct before it could even take root. He growled again, his mouth on me as he ate down every fucking drop of my pleasure. The fae prince devoured me until I was completely spent, a wrung-out mess sprawled on the ground. The bright light that had come fromsomewhere…me…faded as I came back to myself, having just experienced an out-of-body moment via fae tongue.
As my mind swirled with unspent emotions, and this incredible feeling of completeness, there was also a flicker of a scene. A memory. Filtering through the light that was still inside my head. “Len,” I cried, “My memories!”
He lifted his head, stormy eyes locked on my face. “You remembered us?”
I realized in my euphoric excitement I hadn’t made myself clear. “No,” I said quickly. “Not everything. I just had a vision of you tangled around me in bed. A single screenshot, but it had to be from our time before.”
He pulled himself higher, crawling over the top of me. He was still clothed, and I ached to strip them from him. “I don’t remember yet,” he said softly, before he dropped lower and pressed his lips to mine.
I’d never tasted myself on another before, and I wasn’t sure if I’d feel grossed out, but instead it heightened my arousal. Len’s tongue swept inside as he kissed me like I was his last breath, reminding me that we were making new memories tonight.
No matter what the past revealed, one thing was for sure: I wasn’t wasting one second of my time with the fae prince.
Not for anything.
29
SAMANTHA
The kiss continued, building tension low in my gut, and I enjoyed that Len took his time. There was no rushing the foreplay, and with each taste of his lips I found myself panting and on the edge once more. “Can you get naked now?” I asked huskily when he eventually lifted his head.
His smile was slow, burning into me. “I don’t trust my control around you. For once in my long life, it’s hard to resist.”
“Please don’t resist,” I said seriously. “Just don’t.”
I reached out for his jacket, and he didn’t protest when I pushed the sleeves from his shoulders. He helped by lifting himself up on each arm so I could strip his jacket and shirt free from his upper body. When his top half was bare, I took a moment to really stare.
And drool.
I’d expected Len to have a sporty, lean and toned body. He was so tall and wore clothes so elegantly that I never imagined he would be super buff.
Only he was—broad shouldered and well-muscled. He had clearly defined lines beneath his pecs and down his abdominals. So. Many. Abdominals.
Lifting my left hand, I traced across some swirling silver and purple tattoos on his chest. “You tattooed yourself too,” I guessed.
“I did,” he replied, his powerful arms on either side of my head as he held himself up, giving me a chance to explore his skin. “They’re ancient Faerie symbols. Power, life, longevity…” There was a slight pause. “…and love.”
“Are you going to command me again?” I asked. His domination had been mild. He appeared more concerned with ensuring my pleasure came before his, but now we were ready for the next part.
His chuckle was low, sending shivers across my body. “I can release control now. I needed it before so that your pleasure came first, but now we will find it together. In that moment, I will attempt to lift the Faerie glamour.”
My orgasm had given me a glimpse of the past. Now I wholeheartedly believed Len was on the right track to destroy the full block.
“Definitely a much nicer experience than what Shadow tried,” I said with a laugh.
Len didn’t laugh with me, and I figured it might have something to do with me mentioning another male when we were all but naked and about to have sex. Even if that other male was his family and happily mated.
“Shadow will never give you what I can,” he said, with no arrogance.
“I don’t want Shadow,” I said firmly. “Not now. Not ever.”
There was only one who could control and command me as Len had.
Pushing myself higher, I reached down and hooked my fingers in the band of his pants, working at the button. Len didn’t fight as I released the clasp, easing the material down as far as I could reach, stifling my groan as the thick head of his cock made an appearance. Slightly darker than his skin, I ran my thumb across the hardness.
For a moment, all train of thought vanished, where I forgot I was getting him naked. Instead, I reached out and wrapped my fingers as far around the tip as I could manage. Silken heat caressed my senses, and a small panting groan fell from my lips.
Len lifted himself, leaning back so he was in a kneeling position before me, pants unbuttoned, cock jutting up toward his bellybutton. As I rose with him, I reached for his pants once more, only to gasp when they disappeared under my touch. Blinking down at his complete nakedness, I lifted my gaze to his face. “You could have just vanished our clothes at any time?” I gasped again.
