He hands wrapped around my waist, yanking me forward so our bare skin was pressed together. “Of course,” he said, “but where’s the fun in that?”
Gracefully, he dropped back onto his ass so I was straddling him. Before I could reply to hisWhere’s the fun in that?his mouth pressed to mine, initiating another soul-stealing kiss. This fae loved to kiss, and I washere for it.
Settling in against him, the hard press of his cock had me reaching down to stroke it the best I could between us. All the while the kiss never skipped a beat. Sliding against his body, the slick heat of my pussy coated us both, and I moaned softly. “Fuck me, Len. Right fucking now.”
Yeah, I was demanding when I was horny.
That animalistic rumble entered his chest once more, and I cried out as he lifted me like I weighed nothing before he positioned himself below me and thrust up. Despite my previous orgasm, he was too large for an easy entry, but there was more pleasure than pain, which heightened my arousal.
That initial stretch and burn had me panting like a wolf in heat, my head falling back as the most intense pulse filled me. My arousal leaked from around his cock, lubricating as he lifted me and thrust up again. It took multiple thrusts for him to have me fully seated on him, and when I felt that sense of completeness, I started to rock, riding him like my life depended on it.
He controlled from the bottom, hands firm on my hips as he moved me, but the pace and angle were really working for me so there was no need to fight it. “Eyes on me, Storm,” he ordered, and like fucking magic my head snapped forward until I was locked in his wintery gaze.
“Len,” I cried in a mumble, my entire body throbbing as the light burned around us again. This time it spilled from me before the orgasm hit. “I’m already close.”
“Nope,” he whispered with a wicked grin. “You don’t come until I say. I’ve got you, baby. We will fall together and break this fucking spell.”
The spell. The glamour. The reason we were here.
He buried his cock until it slammed against the farthest reaches of my pussy, and I lost coherent thought as a scream ripped from my throat. “So… so… d—deep,” I choked out, words almost beyond me.
“I’ve got you,” he repeated.
Tingles raced through my center until my legs were trembling almost as much as the last time. I was teetering on the edge, but Len wasn’t ready for us to come yet. He switched his position, shifting me onto my back so I landed on the soft rug. Somehow, he kept his cock buried deep as he bent my legs at the knees before pushing them firmly to either side of me.
Thankfully, I was flexible enough to handle the position as he spread me as wide as I could so he had all the access to pull all the way out and thrust deep inside. With each thrust, a small gasping scream escaped from my lips, my control completely released to him.
The pressure building in my pussy would have been a worry, but I knew from the last time that this was the impending orgasm. “Samantha,” he growled, “your eyes aren’t on me.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes in pleasure, and the moment they shot open the brightest light near blinded me.
This time the light wasn’t just from me. White and purple mixed together, creating a shimmery veil that surrounded us. When Len lowered his head to kiss me, I heard him say, “Ready, little Storm?”
I was so fucking ready. “Please.” Yeah, I was begging, but if I didn’t get the command to come soon, I was going to die.
Our glow increased, and as his tongue swiped across my lips, Len let out a rumbling groan. “Come, Sam. Scream my fucking name.”
Yes, sir. The edge I’d been teetering on crumbled like it had never been there, and all I could do was hold on and scream his name as requested. The intensity of my orgasm had darkness dancing across my vision, and when I came back to myself, I must have asked him if I peed myself. There was a slow laugh and he said, “That’s not pee.”
Shifter gods. I mean, last time had been a lot, but that was… the entire lower half of our bodies were sticky with our combined pleasure.
When the last of the orgasm was wrung from us, Len slowed his movements, and I let out a long breath. Images flickered on the edge of my mind, and I knew that the memories were there, just in reach. “It worked,” I said with a huff. “We broke the glamour—”
I never got to finish that sentence before a sharp pain cut into my chest.
So sharp that I couldn’t speak.
Or breathe.
Or move.
It was a death blow. I knew that with all my being, and it hadn’t come from Len.
An outside source had found me the moment the spell was broken, and it was too late to stop the darkness from taking over.
Dragging me from this world.
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