If it ever did.
When I dragged my hand slowly down the length of him, he placed his palm against the wall of the shower, his gaze lowering to my hand on his cock.
His eyes burned. The cold of his magic flooded the air, but felt good against my skin.
I stroked him again, and his jaw clenched, those gorgeous eyes closing for a moment. The hand he had on my face lifted to my hair, tangling in the wet curls. His grip was strong, but not painful.
"I'm not going to last, Kitten."His voice strained in my mind, making the moment feel even more intimate.
"We have immortality together. If you get off too quickly a couple of times, it's not the end of the world."
I dragged my hand down the length of Callum's erection again, swirling it around the head of his cock. He cursed violently as he came hard, all over my lower belly. His release was hot against my skin, especially with the deliciously-cold bite of his magic in the room.
He couldn't seem to control the cold or ice the way he could restrain the torturous side of his magic.
The euphoria of his climax roared through the thin wall of the bond that separated our minds, making my hips arch and my lower belly ache with need.
His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and for the first time, the eyes he had on me were warm and wide and maybe even a little dazed.
"It was better, right?" I asked him, my voice playful.
"So fucking much. Is that what sex feels like when you're not in pain?"
"No, that's what ahand jobfeels like when you're not in pain."
"Is sex even better?"
"Most people tend to think so, but there's only one way to really find out." I dragged my hand down his length again, and his cock jerked for me again. "Fae men still need a break between rounds of sex, right?"
"We do. Not long, though."He used his grip on my hair to tilt my head back, and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me slowly while speaking through the bond."You know I'm going to take my time with you."
"Past experience has taught me that much, yeah."
"I'm not doing it in this shower."
"You're not—" I cut myself off with a laugh as he scooped me up off my feet, stopping under the falling water long enough to rinse his release off my skin, before leaving the shower. He didn't even grab a towel on his way out of the bathroom.
For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, he set me down on the bed, dripping wet.
This one was so much better than the first.
My legs hung off the edge of the mattress, my mate kneeling in front of me as he took my ass in his hands and dragged my core to his mouth.
The moan that escaped me as his tongue traced my clit was so fucking desperate.
My fingers tangled in his hair again, my body turning to clay in the man's perfect hands.
Callum knew exactly what I liked, exactly what made me come—and he did it all.
I rocked against his mouth.
Cameagainst his mouth.
Once.
Again.
He filled me with his fingers, and I came harder, the sounds that escaped me all but feral.
