He draws back, his nostrils flaring and eyes searching. “Kerris…”
“Please, Ever. I want to belong to you in every way.”
Still, he hesitates. “You are certain?”
“Yes.”
He kisses where my neck meets my shoulder. Softly. Softly.
When he finally clamps down, the mix of pleasure and pain is so heady, my heart feels as if it’s about to burst through my chest. “Again.” A demand. A plea.
Ever moves lower, to my breast, nipping and then soothing the sharp ache with a devious flick of his tongue. My head falls back as my hips surge toward his, searching for friction. As if he knows exactly what I need, Ever spins us around and urges me onto the mattress.
The soft quilt smells like it’s been dried in the fresh air.
Kneeling between my thighs, he tugs on my knickers. I lift my hips, allowing him to remove my final layer, baring myself to whatever wickedness he has in store. His teeth graze my upper thigh. His tongue swirls over my hip, dangerously close to where I ache. And when his mouth finds that most perfect spot, my spine arches off the mattress.
His grip on my thighs tightens as he buries his tongue deep inside me. A low, rumbling groan of male satisfaction lances through my core. “You taste as sweet as the biscuits you bake.”
The way he flicks his tongue might just be the death of me. It certainly isn’t making coherent thoughts very easy. “I thought you…didn’t like…sweet things.”
“I found an exception.”
The delicious purr of his voice. Each heady stroke of that sandpaper tongue.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
I lose my hands in his hair as he loses himself in me until I cannot keep it together any longer. A dam about to break.
And when it does, his name falls from my lips in a desperate plea.
Ever holds me tightly against the onslaught of pleasure ripping through my body, his growl of pleasure rumbling over pliant flesh.
The most violent of my shudders subsides, but the aching returns the moment I catch a glimpse of Ever’s tousled hair as he grins from between my thighs.
I cannot let this stand. No, this will not do.
“Trousers off. Now.” I don’t want to be the only one to have lost control this day.
Sharp teeth flash with his widening grin. “You are an impatient Seelie.”
“You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” I’m done. Finished. Through. I want to belong to this man in every possible way.
Ever rises to his full height, his disheveled hair sweeping along the curved wood of the ceiling as he slips the leather strap of his belt through the buckle. When he unfastens the buttons on his trousers and the rough wool falls to the ground, my jaw hinges wide.
He is long and thick, and the way he grips himself, as if wielding another weapon, reignites the fire in my deepest recesses. Stroking his length, he stares down at me, his face drenched in shadows and lust.
He pauses for the briefest of moments. “You are certain? There is no going back.”
There was no going back the moment I realized he was the one who gave me that flower. Our worlds may have been cleaved in two, but we will find a way to weave them together. Create a world of our own where no one else exists.
“Yes.”
The veins in his forearm pop where he holds himself, a pearl of wetness glistening at the tip of his manhood. “It will hurt.”
“I can take it.”
