“Tell me you’ll never let me go,” I beg.
He releases my leg and clutches my sweat-slicked face. “Never, Rosalina.”
The primal fury in his words is almost enough to push me over the edge.
Farron’s eyes are locked on mine, the intensity of his gaze matching the passion surging through me. He knows I’m close, and he thrusts deeper, harder, as though trying to pull every last ounce of pleasure from me.
I can feel the wildfire inside me spreading, about to consume me whole. My nerves are taut, the anticipation nearly unbearable. “Farron,” I cry. “Farron!”
My glow intensifies, melding with his, and I surrender. My orgasm bursts forth like a wildfire caught to the wind, my every nerve like dry leaves eaten by my flames. A sound leaves my lips, not a sob, but a wild war cry. My body, once imprisoned, now reclaimed.
Farron wraps me in his arms as I come down, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. I squeeze around his hardness, grounding myself with his body.
“Good job, Sweetheart,” he whispers. “So good for me.”
His movements grow desperate, so quick his body is a near blur. He growls low in his throat, eyes flashing, and slams into me once more, burying himself to the hilt. It’s like a floodgate has been opened, his cock pulsing inside of me, spilling his seed deep within.
“You’re mine,” Farron growls, his voice hoarse with desire. “Always and forever. You’re everything to me.”
With that, he collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. We lie there, panting heavily, our hearts pounding. His cock stays nestled within me, connecting us fully.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice breaking with emotion. “More than words can say.”
He raises his head, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “In the starlight way.” I knot my fingers in the waves of his auburn hair.My mate. My best friend. The love of my life. I want to give Farron everything I am. All of my glowing moments, and my faded ones, too. I know he’ll keep them both safe. I want to bathe him in my sunshine, and dance with him in my rain. I want to know that when I feel like I’m losing myself, I’ll never truly be able to, because every bit of me belongs to him.
Farron gazes down at me quizzically. “Everything all right, Sweetheart?”
“I’m not ready to sleep yet.” I lick my lips, suddenly vulnerable but not afraid. Farron is my sanctuary. “I love you so much, Farron. So much, I can barely contain myself.”
He smiles. “I love you, too.”
I sit up, pushing him back against his heels. “I want you to know every part of me. To claim every part of me.” I narrow my eyes and look up at him through my lashes. “A piece of me no one has ever had before.”
Farron blinks then looks down. “Oh … I understand.” He tucks a dark curl behind my ear. “Let me take care of you, darling.”
An excited energy sings between us. Giggling, I lie back down. “How do you want me?”
“Just like that.” He clambers over me to the bedside drawer and pulls out a pretty turquoise vial. Oil shimmers as he coats his fingers. “We’ll go slow. You just say the word, and I stop. You’re in control. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Gently, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and kisses my calf. A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine. He strokes his hand over the soft skin of my thigh, then traces the seam of my pussy, then further down. His slick fingers whisper over my rim, and a tremble courses through my body.
“Okay?” he asks softly.
“Okay,” I breathe back.
“Do you remember what it was like our first time?” His voice has a slight hitch to it, and I wonder if he’s nervous. He presses a little harder against me, and another delicious shiver runs up my body.
“Of course. How could I ever forget? It was one of the best moments of my life.”
A ripple of pleasure builds as he slowly presses a finger inside. “Mine too. Our first time together, and it was in a rainstorm in a pile of leaves. That’s really no way to bed a Queen.”
I laugh lightly, breathing as he pushes deeper. “Well, I didn’t know I was a Queen then and besides, no four-poster bed could compare to those leaves in that moment.”
“I suppose you’re not exactly opposed to activities outside of the bedroom.” He flashes me a cheeky grin, and I realize what he’s doing. Distracting me and relaxing my body. I sigh against him, loosening my muscles.
“Let’s see,” I murmur. “There’s been the forest, the library, the kitchen—”
