“I missed you,” she says, running a hand through my hair.
“You have no idea how much I crave you,” I groan, my movements growing faster now that she’s waking up. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the silence of the night.
She moans deeply, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist, drawing me deeper. “Not the way I’ve been thinking about you, Fare.”
“Hmm?”
“Thinking of the way you feel inside me, the way you touch me.”
I cup her face, increasing my pace, getting more and more turned on as she writhes beneath me. Suddenly, a scent hints at me, one of earth and metal. I clutch her jaw and make her look up at me. “Tell me, Rosalina, have you been a good girl for the Prince of Spring?”
Her whole body trembles and something devious flashes in her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Don’t stop now,” I growl, slowing my pace, holding her at the edge of release.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she bites her lip. “A shower, his cock in my mouth and—”
I bury myself all the way.
“Then he spilled down my throat.”
“Stars,” I moan, and almost explode inside her at the thought. On her knees before Ezryn … I only wish I had been here, figuring how hard I came when he watched us in the library. I can only imagine what it would be like to have our girl at his mercy.
“Farron, I—” Her nails rake down my back.
“Almost there, sweetie.” I suck on the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You better not be.” She presses her palms flat on my chest and uses that new fae strength of hers to flip us. Her brown eyes lock with mine as she strips off her nightdress and begins to ride me hard, breasts bouncing.
“Stars, you feel so good,” I moan, rising to sink my teeth into her neck. Her muscles contract, sending me into a frenzy. I thrust up, pressing into her slick heat, and drive us both closer and closer to the edge. Rosalina slams her hips down, circles them, and I’m completely at her mercy.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cries, her voice a tempest. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Not yet, Rosie.” I pin her on her back, knees over my shoulders. “Scream my name first.”
Her gaze darkens, and her inner muscles clench around my cock. “Farron!” she cries. Her pants turn into screams, and her fingernails rip at the sheets.
Her shudder of pleasure is all I need. I throw my head back, sweaty hair sticking to my brow, and groan out my hot release.
The breath is heavy in our throats. I collapse on top of her, and we slowly untangle from each other. Still needing to touch her, I stroke the point of her ear. “I was worried about you with the goblin attack on Castletree. But Day kept you safe, didn’t he?”
A wash of sadness flows through our bond at his name, but then her face turns determined.
“I saved him.”
How could I ever doubt her? “Of course, you did.”
“I used my thorns. When I saw Day in danger ….” She trails off, blinking. “Something in me fractured, and I created gold thorns that sprouted roses. Like on the Autumn battlefield.”
My heart constricts, both with fear for her safety and relief that she was able to protect Dayton, to protect herself. “It’s a most unusual magic. Even Ezryn can’t create plants, just control them. No other fae has been able to summon plant matter from nothing—”
“Caspian can.”
Fire bursts in my heart. I can’t stand his presence at the best of times, but to hear his name on her lips right after we made love—
In a whirl, I pull her on top of me, wrapping her in my arms. “I don’t want to talk about the Prince of Thorns right now.”
“Okay.” She leans down to kiss my nose, then crosses her arms over my chest, just staring down at me.
