“I had so many evil plans for you in that bathroom.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
I grinned, cupping her breast in my hand and pinching the nipple lightly. Maeve sucked a breath in through her teeth. “Let’s just say those candles along Jane’s windowsill would’ve looked great dribbled across your skin.”
“You’ll have to show me some time,” she grinned, pinning my lips with hers.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” I moaned, my hands roaming over her body.
“Me too.” She wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me closer as she arched up to kiss me.
Maeve’s skin sizzled and melted under my touch. I swirled one finger around her nipple, extracting a deep rumble of pleasure from her. With the other hand, I pulled her against me, mashing our bodies together as if I might be able to crawl inside her. We went to that clinic in London a few days ago, and I didn’t quite understand why but Flynn told me it meant we didn’t have to use condoms anymore. My cock twitched with anticipation as Maeve moaned against my lips.
As we kissed, the spirit magic fluttered inside me, flaring through my whole body and breaking out of my palms. Maeve and I swapped magic as our bodies writhed against each other. Her tongue wound around mine and I nearly fucking lost control of my magic completely.
I drew away, kissing a trail down her body while I tried to wrestle back control. I didn’t want to accidentally fall into her head, not without her permission. Maeve moaned as my tongue circled around her nipple. I licked and sucked as she arched beneath me.
My hands drew down…down…between her legs, cupping her mound. My desire flared as Maeve’s wetness touched my fingers. I slid a finger between her folds and drew it up, swirling it around her clit, pressing it against her until she came undone beneath me.
“Blake,” Maeve moaned as her body shuddered with the remnants of her orgasm. I teased her entrance with the head of my cock. She tried to push her hips up to force me inside her, but I pulled back. She groaned in protest.
“If I really am part-fae, you must show me how the fae shag,” Maeve whispered.
“As you wish, Princess.” She yelped as I flipped her over. I grabbed her hips, yanking her on to her knees. “Brace yourself against the headboard.”
Maeve wrapped her fingers over the top of the heavy wooden frame, bending her torso up toward me. She watched over her shoulder as I slid the tip of my cock down her back, resting it between her ass cheeks, admiring the shimmering quality of her pale skin. My cock twitched with irritation. It wanted to be inside her.
“Don’t tease me, fairy.” Maeve cooed, rocking her his back and tightening her cheeks around my cock. “I won’t…oooooh.”
I entered her with one stiff thrust. Nothing had ever felt as warm or sweet. Maeve Moore – skin on skin. Her scent swirled around me, pushing me closer to the edge.
Maeve’s back curled as her hips shoved back against mine, driving me deeper still. The bedframe slammed against the wall as I pounded her body, binding myself to her with every shuddering thrust.
I reached around between her legs and touched the tip of my finger to her clit, so that every thrust would drive that sensitive bud into it. Maeve moaned her approval as she slammed her her hips back against me.
A wicked idea occurred to me and I withdrew my finger. Maeve groaned in protest, but her groan turned to yelps of pleasure as I opened the palm of my hand and sent a wave of spirit magic straight into her clit, exactly the way Flynn had taught me with the statue. I fed her all the shimmering heatshe’d called up from inside me, until she slithered and slid down the bed.
“Blake…I…I can’t…” Maeve gasped.
Her orgasm tore through her, and she thrashed wildly. I grabbed her waist and held her tight, bracing myself against the headboard so she didn’t throw us both off the bed. Her walls closed around my cock, squeezing me until stars appeared in front of my eyes.
I lost control, and slipped through my magic, falling into Maeve’s head. Her thoughts slammed into me – a wave of sensation and emotion rolling over me, plunging me deeper into her mind. With every fibre of her being, she reached out to me, her spirit humming as her sinapses converged on a single thought.
Love.
Waves of the stuff rolled off her and flowed into me, a whirlwind of warmth and comfort and devotion and passion and affection swirled through me, touching every part of me, inside and out. No one had ever expressed feelings like that about me,about me. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel that deep about another person. But Maeve did. She loved with her whole heart and head and everything in between. She loved so hard her spirit magic loved, too.
She loves me. She loves me.
My whole body exploded. My own orgasm dragged me out of Maeve’s mind and back into my own, which had turned to a mushy ball of primordial ooze. My limbs slackened and I collapsed against Maeve’s body, sweat rolling down my back the last waves of warm pleasure coursed through my veins.
I was so spent, I couldn’t evenfeelmy cock any more. It was probably just as well, because my head was a complete mess of feelings.
Maeve rolled over, holding my head against her shoulder, her fingers rubbing lazy circles on my shoulder. “I’m yours,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered closed.
She was mine. I’d never had anything I could call my own before, especially not a person as incredible as Maeve.
Mine.
