“I have waited nearly nine years to feel touch again,” I said as I pulled my mouth from hers. I braced my other hand beside her head so I could gaze down at her. “No dream without you could compare to the reality of feeling you again.”
A smile curved her lips as she brought her hand from the back of my head to my cheek. “This is still a dream, though.”
“And yet it feels real regardless,” I replied, shuddering at how well I fit above her. She was all soft and gentle waves against my harsh lines. Even though her stomach felt firmer than it had before, she still melted beneath me. “This is still real to me.”
A tear ran down her cheek, one I kissed away before it coulddisappear. “It feels real to me, too,” she replied quietly. “Strangely enough.”
“Not strange,” I said, trailing kisses to her lips. “This isn’t our first tryst in a dream.”
She shuddered, tensing beneath me. “It isn’t…”
I pulled back enough to meet her eye. “Do you remember how it felt?”
“Yes.” She arched into me, breasts pushing into my chest, thighs parting teasingly. My cock wept for her.
I swallowed thickly, holding myself back from doing what my Fae instincts wanted of me: my power didn’t even care that our mate was without her own magic, it still wanted to claim her again after so long. The last time hadn’t really counted.
“This will feel better,” I said, brushing my lips against her. “This will feel real.”
“How can you be sure?” she asked quietly, eyes closing.
“Because this time, it won’t be an accident. This time, it will be us coming together, not our power.”
She shuddered in my embrace, legs opening for me. I fit so easily between her thighs and felt her arousal as if we were together and not lying in different beds.
“Ry…” She gasped when our mouths came together again, and I released her hand to cup her warm heat. At first, I only lightly brushed my fingers through her folds, feeling the wetness gathering with only our shared kisses.
But I couldn’t stop myself from exploring her more. I’d been a gangly boy with no experience before. Still, she was the only one I’d ever seen naked, ever touched or wanted sexually. The last nine years had given me a chance to learn how to better pleasure her, how to be a mate better attuned to her needs.
It also gave me far too many ideas for what I wished to do to her once I finally had her again.
I trailed kisses from her lips down her neck, mouth ghosting over the collar that would be around her throat. In the dreams, she could will it away. If only it were that simple.
Ivy gasped, arching into my kisses, her back bowing off the ground as I captured one of her heavy breasts in my mouth. Iswirled my tongue around her darkened nipple, the taste of her sweet flesh exploding in my mouth. Her fingers curled into my hair as I sucked the nipple hard, biting down lightly on the nub.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, grunting when I released her. “Ry?—”
I took the other in my mouth before she could utter another word, claiming it in the same way I had the first. Her heavenly thighs caressed either side of me, clenching as I fisted her freed breast in my hand.
Her breaths came like pants, each one travelling through me to my cock. They were sounds I would certainly never tire of. I used to recall them from our last dream tryst when I was alone on the island or doing another job for my father. They were a sound I so badly wished to hear awake, with her really writhing beneath me.
I released her breasts and continued my path down her stomach, skimming the soft hills of her body with reverence. “I will love this body for the rest of eternity,” I said, glancing up at her. “More than that, I will prove every single day when we are together again that I am worthy of you and your love.”
Ivy pushed up onto her elbows, the fingers in my hair gentle as she scraped her nails over my scalp. “You were always worthy,” she said, eyes shining. “The more I see, the more I know it’s true.”
I couldn’t help myself; I pushed towards her and stole another sweet kiss, taking my time to explore her mouth again, like I could taste the sincerity of her words on my own tongue. Ivy made a sound in the back of her throat as I laid her back down on the bed of moss.
Pulling away, I sucked in a breath, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the hazy glow of her eyes, and the swell of her lips as she gasped for air.
“There is something I have always wanted to do,” I told her, biting down on a groan as I felt her wet core press against my ever-hardening cock.
Ivy raised a brow. “And what is that?” she asked breathlessly.
“I have wanted to taste you for years,” I murmured. “I have wanted your cum to coat my tongue.”
Her skin prickled with a shiver. “You have?”
“Of course, my flower,” I murmured, skimming a hand down her side towards her thigh. “And before I finally claim you again, will you let me have a taste?”
