She’d missed this. Missed him. Missed his teasing and his laughter and hispresence. She could surely conquer anything, even the Koenig, now that they were together again.
He peeled her towel off and tossed it to the floor as her fingers scrabbled at his waistband.
He stilled her wrists. “Wait. Let me look at you for a moment.”
She placed her arms at her sides and threw her shoulders back, fluttering her wings behind her.
Awe shone in his honey-brown gaze. Awe and adoration. He stroked up her thighs, over the curve of her waist, then cupped her breast and ran a thumb across her nipple. She arched into his touch, never tearing her eyes from his as his cock thickened beneath her.
“Bless the Creator,” he breathed. “You’re devastating. I can’t believe she gave you to me.Turnedyou for me.”
Cassandra cocked her head. “What do you mean?”
“The only way a human can be Turned is if the Goddess herself blesses it. I was able to Turn you for a reason. Though fuck if I know what that is right now.” He thrust up into her and she rolled her hips in answer, whimpering. “Or care.”
“Don’t distract me with your dick magic.” He barked out a laugh. “Tell me what this means. Does it mean you’renotfated to Ione?”
He sat upright, bringing a hand to her cheek and looping an arm around her waist, pressing their chests together skin-to-skin. Utter bliss. “I don’t know what else itcouldmean. Though I have no idea why the Goddess would have Turned two females for me. The prophecy?—”
Cassandra placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing back. “You saw it? You retrieved the Compendium?”
He rolled his eyes and released an annoyed sigh. “Because I really want to be talking about some dusty old book when I finally have you naked in my lap again… But yes, we did. And though it’s not entirely clear, my interpretation is that it’s my choice to make.” He leaned forward and the whisper-soft graze of his mouth across her lips rustled her feathers. “And I chooseyou, Cassandra. Only you.”
“Fuck fate,” she whispered against his mouth, then tangled her hands into his silky hair and slid her tongue past his lips.
He kissed her back, ardently, reverently, then flipped her underneath him, her silky feathers cool against her back. He tugged his pants off, then settled between her thighs and wedged a hand between their bodies, positioning himself at her entrance.
Concern furrowed his brows. “Is this okay? We don’t have to. I know you’ve had a terrifying night. Despite all my teasing, I really can wait.”
“Well,Ican’t. Please, Tristan. I need you.” She angled her hips, enough for his tip to slide into her.
He groaned, pressing their foreheads together and his eyes blazed molten. “Thank fuck” was all he said before he thrust in fully, his hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.
This. This was her favorite part. The initial penetration, that delicious fullness as her body stretched around him.
They melted into one another, and her senses heightened. Tristan’s beautiful face above her in vivid clarity. His every breath tickling her cheeks. His scent and touch more intense than ever before.
Sweet fucking Amatu, is this how sex had always felt for him? She almost wished he’d Turned her sooner.
He ran a hand down her torso, along the side of her breast, then over her hip and under her thigh. He folded her leg up and thrust in harder, fucking her deep and slow. Savoring her.
She matched his rhythm, marveling at how well their bodies fit together.
As if the Goddess had crafted them specifically for each other.
“Fuck, Cassandra, you feel so good. Perfect. Made for me.”
She kissed his jaw, dragged her teeth along his neck, angled her hips so he’d brush her clit with every downstroke.
Release coiled low in her belly, tensing and tightening, and this was all she wanted. Didn’t ever want to leave this bed. Didn’t care about the city or the mists or the wards or the world beyond. All she needed was him. Tristan. Her Rebel Prince. Moving inside her, filling her.
She could spend eternity beneath his powerful body and still beg the Creator for one more second.
“I’m close.” She brought his hand to her lips, nipped his callused fingertips.
His muscles tightened, his pace faltering, but he grinned down at her and wrapped his palm over her mouth, hooking his thumb under her chin. “Loud as you want, Cass. I’ve got you.”
He slammed into her and she erupted, cursing, her fangs grazing his rough skin. Waves of liquid heat radiated from her core, shuddering her limbs and rattling her feathers. Her inner muscles clenched and released, prolonging her pleasure and she was sure that nothing in her entire life had ever felt this goodever.
