“You feel that too?” I ask.
“Your lust surging with my own? Oh, I’m going to like this Marriage Bond,” he drawls. “Now slowly, drop that dress to the floor so I can worship you.”
I need to get used to these shared emotions as my legs nearly give way when a fresh wave of desire spreads through me. I reach back and undo the few small buttons at the base of my back, the only thing keeping the dangerously low-cut dress on. As I do, it starts to slide down, exposing my breasts. I wiggle my hips a little and start pulling the dress over them, it still quite tight even when undone. I am still staring at him, his eyes glazing in a fervent hunger.
Slowly, I push it down over my hips, over my black underwear, and let it slither in a rustle of fabric to pool at my black heeled feet.
“I have half a mind to shoot down the sun,” he murmurs, his voice a jagged, sensual threat, “so that I am the only light you ever see—and you are the only vision I ever permit to exist.”
His possessiveness ignites the fire in my belly and feeling it twofold down the Bond only makes the flames grow quicker.
He shifts on the sofa and I gasp with rising desire as his growing erection presses against the front of his trousers. It’s getting warm in the small room with the fire going, and he pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it behind the sofa.
I step out of the dress and pick it up, laying it across one of the chairs. Then I start to step out of the black heels I am wearing.
“Leave them on,” he growls.
I stand there amid the scattered blankets and cushions, feeling a little exposed as he stares, the firelight reflecting in his piercing gaze.
“In a moment, I’m going to fuck you slowly until you beg me for your release, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep on every surface in this cottage that the furniture will beonly good for tinder on that fire. Yet I want to savour you like this for a while longer. Show me where you want me to touch you, Alaya.”
Everywhere.
I no longer have any control of my inhibitions as I bring my hands up into my curls, pulling my fingers through my hair and throwing my head back, exposing my throat. I close my eyes, imagining it’s his hands that glide down that long, creamy expanse, down over my shoulders and towards my breasts. His fingers that squeeze them and pluck the nipples with a painful pleasure until they harden and sting. I moan at the tendrils of warmth that radiate from them, swirling down to join the growing fever between my thighs.
Even with my eyes shut, I can feel his emotions dance with mine, his yearning to act on his desires barely stifled. That overwhelming feeling of being wanted so fiercely, so passionately, guides one hand to smooth down my stomach and slip into the waist of my underwear. My wetness and arousal make me jolt with pure, inflamed pleasure as I run a finger down the length of me, dipping in slightly to feel the heat burning for him.
“Take. Them. Off,” he growls, and my eyes flash open. He has unbuttoned the front of his trousers, his cock is peeking over his waistband, yet he’s still lounging back on the sofa, though now gripping the back, his knuckles white with tension. And he’s still wearing that damn golden thorn crown on his head, regal and utterly sinful.
I slowly slide my underwear down with both hands and step out of them, tossing them aside.
“Count to five for me, Alaya. On five, I’m going to ruin you.”
“One …” I slide my hand back between my legs.
“Two …” I run a finger the length of my slickness.
“Three …” My finger swirls around my clit, teasing.
“Four …” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
I leave it hanging there in the air. Unfinished with anticipation.
“Five,” he roars as he leaps off the sofa, quickly stepping out of his trousers. The beautiful full and quivering length of him is finally given freedom.
His arms encircle me, caressing my back, and in one quick movement, he sweeps me down to sink into the soft cushions and blankets on the floor. His mouth crushes to mine, his tongue instantly dipping in to find mine. They meet like lost lovers, dancing together as we devour each other.
With the Bond, this closeness of our bodies, the skin on skin, feels incredible, like we are melded into each other. I can’t get enough of touching him, that tingle below my hands, smoothing the length of his strong back, the raised scars a reminder of what we have endured.
He rolls me over, and I straddle him, the slickness between my legs rubbing with painful pleasure on his stomach as I slide slowly back, instinctively searching for his cock as we continue to kiss. I pull back a little and look down at this stunning Fae gripped below me, and I almost orgasm immediately. He looks so radiant in his passion, his cheeks flushed, his lips chapped red with kissing, and that hair mussed beyond redemption.
“Would we have loved each other so fiercely if this was our choice?” I breathe out above him. Those green eyes bore into me with such a deep intensity that I let out a small gasp. He reaches up and entangles my hair into his strong grip, pulling my face gently closer to his, our lips so close we are breathing the same air. I can taste his desire—dark and intoxicating, like smoke and honeyed wine.
“You must know by now there was never any choice,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips against mine. My eyes fluttershut, and he smirks against my slightly parted mouth. “It would be us—always”
I am aching to feel him inside me as I feel his quivering cock brush against the cheeks of my rear.
“Yes, husband,” I reply with a cheeky grin, pushing my hips instinctively back towards his hips. Searching for him. I feel his surge of restraint break within us as he hisses through clenched teeth and grabs my hips to guide me back towards him. I feel myself part as he pushes the head in so slowly, and my body yearns to push back, but he has my hips gripped tight in place, in control of the pressure. I moan in protest as he pushes in only a little more. He’s so hard and thick, the stretch raw yet exquisite. The fire inside me is going crazy, sending out waves of radiant warmth throughout my body, and the emotions from him—of how he is feeling being inside me is weirdly arousing.
