“You kept me going. The thought of you, here, waiting for me. You, as my queen, ruling at my side. You, growing our child.” Cupping her belly, I press my fingers against her womb. “Our future, Max. That is what kept the fire of my drive going. Praying to all the gods to keep me alive, to give me the strength to hold on, to see you again, and feel your belly swell with our family.”
“Our family,” she says, eyes wide. “You want a family with me?”
“Youaremy family,” I assure her. “You are another part of my soul, the keeper of my heart in physical form. I would give you the stars in the night sky, consequences be damned, if it would bring a smile to your face. You need only ask. But to have a child with you?” Her eyes heat with desire, submerging the blue to black. “That would be the greatest honor of my life. Because until I met you, the idea of ever having a family seemed too obscene. It was too fanciful—toounrealto ever imagine. But you gave me that—you gave me that want, that future, thathopefor more.You.”
My mouth descends on her and I sink into her warmth, as her hands cup my neck. Fingers dig and pull and I ignore the beating of pain radiating over my body, breathing her into my very being.
Lifting her to my lap, she straddles me, the water lapping at her flesh. I’m instantly jealous of it.
Max devours my mouth with a frenzy I’ve longed missed. The touch explodes like a comet overhead, her heat a welcoming balm to the aches of my transition. She heals me in ways no one else ever has.
Pulling my head back, she bites my lip and I moan, low and long. My cock stiffens to excruciating hardness as her pert ass rubs against me. Rocking back and forth, she teases, seeking me without allowing me access.
Ripping away, I laugh darkly. “You’re taunting me.”
“Did you miss me?” she asks, leaving a trail of hot open mouth kisses along my jaw. Her teeth scratch my throat and I tilt my head, giving her more skin. I would gladly give her my beating heart if it kept her here, touching me.
“More than the sun misses the moon,” I whisper, grabbing her hips. She wiggles, moving more and I bite back a groan. “More than the dormant flowers miss the warmth of spring. There are not enough words to describe how deeply I’ve missed you.”
She tries to evade me, but I wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her back to me. “What of you, kitten? Did you miss me?” My opposite hand travels further, over the dip of hips, across her thighs, parting them to seek her heat.
My fingers glide in easily and I moan into her mouth as she sucks my sounds deep into her chest. It’s fitting. Everything I am is hers.
“Let me think,” she pants, following my fingers. I can’t help the chuckle, watching the rosy hue bloom across her cheeks.
“Your body certainly has,” I murmur, taking one nipple into my mouth. Twisting, sucking, pulling, she cries out, letting me ravage her. Blowing air across her flushed body, I move to the next one,tasting it as if it’ll sustain me alone. “Didn’t find comfort with someone else?”
“You’ve not touched me in weeks,” she breathes, core tightening around my hand. “And you want to know if another has been in my bed?”
“Call me possessive,” I say, smirking. My finger move quicker, her movements jerky. My eyes never leave her face, watching as her mouth forms that perfect O and her eyes roll backwards. “There it is.”
Dropping forward, she moans my name into my ear and my cock jerks. It sounds like a praise coming from her mouth—one I want again. And again.
Lifting her from the water, I place her pale legs on to the edge of the bath. She’s dazed, her lips properly swollen, before I part her legs, looking up at her.
“Divinity exists between your legs, and it’s been too long since I’ve shown my devotion, kitten.” Forcing her back, I scoop under her thighs and dive into her dripping pussy like a starving animal.
Maybe I am. This insatiable need to have her consumes me, drives me to take and claim her in all ways. My tongue spears inside of her, licking every inch I can reach. Lips nibble and tease, I suck her clit until she moans my name again.
Her hands grab my hair and I let her guide me to where she wants me. I’ll gladly worship at her altar, demand penance for ever leaving her, as long as she’ll have me.
Those creamy legs wrap around my head and she mews, sweet sounds of bliss falling from her lips. Her hips follow my tongue, seeking more, begging for release.
Her scent, her taste surrounds me.This. This is what I prayed to the gods for. Just my mate, with me, in the most primal of ways. Her heart, her soul, her body—all of it belongs to me, and I to her.
It’s not long before she screams my name, her body shuddering with release. I crawl out of the water, lying on top of her. Gliding into her with one smooth jerk, she groans, body still tight.
“You think I was finished with you?”
She looks at me with half-closed eyes, delirious with pleasure. Asight I would continue to give her until the world ends. “You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” I’m not gentle, hips snapping forward. We scrap across the broken tile, bodies sore and bruised. Her nails cut into my shoulders, arching for each stroke.
“Gods, kitten,” I exhale, fangs skirting her neck. What would it be like to finally taste her without fear? “You feel too good. You’ve turned me into a weak, inexperienced Fae.”
She laughs, breathless.
As her pussy clamps around me, I moan out her name as she cums on my cock. I don’t think, sinking my fangs into her neck, tasting the sweetness of her blood as I fill her. My vision darkens, sound gone and I drink.
