A husky moan tore from her throat, cracking into an ecstatic exhale as she shattered beneath him. She squeezed and released his head between her thighs several times as she came down from the peak he’d carried her to.
With one final slow lick, from bottom to top, he savored her salty-sweetness.
George gasped when he lingered on her too-sensitive clit. “That’s enough. Free me. Kiss me.Or else.”
Isahn did as he was told, drawing his water away and dragging his body, taut with need, up and over top of her. The thought of her tasting her pleasure on his tongue sent him throbbing against her wet center.
George pressed herself against him, and he sucked in a sharp breath. One of her hands slipped between their bodies as her other curved around his neck, holding him firm.
“Take me,” she moaned into his mouth.
“Happily.”
Isahn sank into her as he sucked on her lower lip, earning a tortured moan of pleasure. Slowly, he pulled out, but just before his head popped free, he deepened their kiss and slammed into George, bottoming out with a groan. She issued the sweetest sound of relief as her legs wrapped around him. Her heels pressed into his arse, and she guided him firmly home, over and over and over again.
He tried to pull out, saying, “I’m going to—”
“No. I drink the tea now, it’s fine,” she breathed. They were protected.
Their breathing grew rapid and movements frantic as they both neared climax. Kisses stalled, their mouths merely existing against each other in those final few seconds. With gutturalcries, they exploded in tandem, her pulsing body pulling every last drop from his happily aching balls.
Shaking, Isahn nearly collapsed on Georgie but had the wherewithal to roll them to their sides.
“I love you so much,” he murmured into her neck, nuzzling her and offering kisses anywhere he came into contact with her salty skin.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, voice sated and sleepy as she snuggled against his chest.
Isahnawoketofindthey’d switched positions, and he now used her breasts as a pillow. A fine arrangement.
The sun had risen in earnest at some point, pouring through the open curtains to warm his back.
After peeling himself off of George’s soft bosom, he pulled the sheet up to cover her and slipped from the bed. There was work to be done. Quietly, he used his magic to draw the curtains closed for her.
Dashing through the sitting room, Isahn paused to retrieve his discarded bag from the day before and went to unpack. The process was speedy. He’d traveled light. After returning a few belongings to his closet, he slid the most important things into the drawer by his bed. Then he popped into the bathing chamber to freshen up.
His heart and lungs hummed in happy harmony as he dressed in a distinctly Domossan style. It felt phenomenal to be home, for once and for all.
Clothed and ready for the day, he slipped into the dining room, heading for the door. The memory of George’s soft curves stalled him in his tracks as he relived chasing her around the table.Chuckling, he readjusted his manhood, then unlatched the door and opened it a crack. Hiding behind the panel, he coughed discreetly.
Rather than Ean’s golden wings, a flurry of bronze zipped into the room. Isahn had a knife prepared before the new faerie even met his eye.
“Ach!” The young man threw up his hands as he flew backward into the now-closed door.
“Who are you? Where’s Ean?” Isahn reached for him with an open hand, on instinct, but the fae zipped up to the ceiling, evading his grasp.
“Eanraig’s occupied. On business for the princess. I’m on guard until he returns. Name’s Ruairi, sir. And dinnae fret, I ken who ye are.”
Isahn nodded.Of course.Ean was likely studying the book they’d brought back from Selwas. Releasing his ice-knife, Isahn requested breakfast be sent up on a tray. Atinkleannounced the arrival of the meal before Ruairi even left the room.
Food in hand, Isahn nudged open the door to Georgie’s chamber, where she shifted in bed but didn’t wake. Leaving their breakfast on the low table by the windows, he returned to her side.
Gently, he folded down the sheet covering her sleeping form and gazed at the woman whose unrivaled beauty was his to enjoy forever. With a heated wave of magic, Isahn slowly cleaned her, beginning with a caress to her supple mouth before moving down to run the length of her neck.
“Mmm.” She stirred as he cupped her breasts, cleansing them with joyous ripples. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Me too, my love,” Isahn rumbled as he washed her lower and lower.
“I’m too hungry to go again,” she whined, even as her hips rose to meet him.
