“Always so hard for me.” I grin.
“You can bet I’ll be at every event to do this. Know the moment you see me, my cock will be raging to be inside you. That I’ll find the first fucking moment and drag you away to stuff you full of my cum. No matter how pretty you’re dressed up.” He nods to my finery scattered on the floor.
My entire body feels like an electric current. Desperately, I grab his forearms. “Inside me,now.”
“Of course, Little Leaf.”
He lifts my hips and angles the tip of his cock at my entrance. Then waits, looking down at me.
He’s so still, staring at me like he sees more than an awkward prince who isn’t even worth courting. “Why are you hesitating?”
“Savoring the moment.” He sighs. “I thought of this every night as I pumped myself into oblivion.”
My body trembles at the thought of the powerful Summer Prince alone in his bed, body trembling with visions of me. I blow the hair off my forehead. “What if I told you I did the same thing?”
“Oh, fuck, baby.” He strokes my cock. “What a naughty boy in your room, taking yourself in your hands, getting your sheets all sticky, thinking of me. Tell me you screamed my name.”
“I screamed your name.”
“And you’ll scream it now.” Day slides into me.
The movement is fluid as he sinks all the way to the hilt, my body spasming as I adjust to his size. He curls over me, forehead to forehead, golden hair brushing my cheeks.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” I whimper, clenching around his cock, wishing we could stay this way forever. “I love the feeling of you inside me.”
“Me too.” He kisses me, then licks my cheek, before bracing a hand on the back of the couch. He begins to move,reallymove.
Each powerful, long thrust causes my entire body to shake. The sensation of Dayton within me, the way we fit together so perfectly, is overwhelming. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. “Yes, Day. Yes.”
How could I have ever thought there was any other choice? I could never deny myself even a sliver of this. Just fun—that’s what he wants.
But he’s not fucking me like I’m his friend or like some random fae he met at a bar. The kisses along my neck, the desperate cadence of my name whispered over and over in the rhythm of his hips, how his eyes shine with what might be tears… He’s fucking me like helovesme.
Maybe I’m delusional. A romantic. A dreamer. But I know deep inside, I’m waiting for him to realize what I already know, what our bodies already know, what he has scorched inside my heart. He loves me.
He loves me.
And if this is all I have for now, it’ll be enough. I’ll fuck him like I love him, every time. Because I do.
I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper. Slide my tongue along his collar bone, tasting the salt of his sweat.
“Whose great idea was it to do this in front of the fire?” he gasps, hair flying across his brow.
“Yours.”
“Always blaming every bad idea on me.” He smiles, and it’s so bright I nearly die.
“The bad ideas are usually yours,” I say.
“Not you, though.” He grips my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “I can’t hold on much longer, Fare.”
“Don’t.”
We lose ourselves in one another, our movements growing primal as we chase that final, blinding crescendo. My cock twitches, so ready for release.
“Day, Day, Day,” I gasp.
