He made a low noise in his throat at his discovery.
He grunted, and taking her by the waist, he turned her onto her front on the sofa, facing the wall so that she was on her knees. There was no talking between them now; everything was urgent.
She felt him position the end of his thick, hard cock at the entrance of her pussy and moaned at the sensation; maybe it was the stress of everything that had happened recently, but she found that she so desperately needed to be fucked, hard, that she couldn’t think about anything else.
Then, he pushed it all the way into her, steadily and deeply, making her cry out. It felt so good; for the moment, there was no other sensation apart from being split apart by Rav; being taken, being consumed by lust. Almost immediately, she felt the muscle of her pussy contract and pulse against him. She pushed back against him, needing him to fill her completely. To feel him right in the deepest part of her vagina, a place of deep pleasure that she knew would radiate through her, given enough pressure.
‘Fuck. That feels so fucking good,’ he muttered in a gravelly tone, edging her knees apart with his. ‘Yeah. Open wide for me,’ he added, and pulled his cock out almost all the way, before pushing it back in so slowly that it made her whine for it in the back of her throat.
‘Greedy little baby,’ he muttered, and pushed in again, harder. Faye moaned as he gripped both of her hips with hishands and started pounding her, hard. ‘Is that what you want? Is that what you need?’
‘Y…yes,’ she moaned again, feeling the orgasm starting to build within her. Her pussy muscles were contracted tight around him like a fist. He groaned.
‘Oh, fuck. I want to come,’ he muttered in her ear. ‘You’re going to take it from me for once, my Queen. And you’re going to like it,’ he said.
Faye felt the wave of sugar-sweet ecstasy coming and let out a primal howl. She needed it, needed him – to bellow, to be a wild animal, to be his. And, in the back of her mind, there was the need to eradicate all trace of Mallory – whatever had happened, and she hoped that there had been nothing. She hoped it was all in her imagination.
But if it wasn’t, Faye had a primal urge to replace whatever other woman had been with Rav with her own wetness, her own DNA, as if it could be a deterrent. A warning.
This is mine.
She ground herself back onto his rock-hard shaft and screamed as the orgasm hit her. Rav pushed her head into the back of the sofa with one hand and began to bellow as his orgasm followed hers. He was like a bull, pounding her, a wall of muscle, bound to chase after his own ecstasy. Faye felt his hot cum fill her, and revelled in the sensation. She felt as if she and Rav were one body, one mind and one heart.
He slumped on top of her and kissed the side of her neck.
‘Baby,’ he whispered, still hard inside her. ‘Baby, I was so worried. I missed you. I love you. Don’t you know that?’
‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sorry.’
He was hers again. Faye felt the aftershocks of the orgasm – small echoes of the tsunami that had hit her. She wished he could be inside her always. She wanted to stay as they were – connected, close, together – forever in that moment. Aftereverything that had happened, the feeling of his chest on her back, her legs spread for him and him inside her, was everything she needed. Finally, she felt comforted in the way that she needed, and she started to cry, letting go the last of the tension she had been holding.
‘That’s it, baby. Let it all go.’ He gently removed himself from her, turned her around so that he was holding her tight to his chest and held her as the tears coursed down her cheeks. ‘I’ve got you. I’ve got you.’
23
She dreamed of Finn Beatha again.
In the dream, they weren’t in Murias. Finn took her to an in-between place under the waves; perhaps it existed only as a place in the dream world, where anything was possible. As she fell under the spell of his hot, sweet touch, she found herself with him in a golden four-poster bed with ripped, gauzy white curtains that rippled in the warm current under a turquoise sea.
She found she could breathe underwater, just as she had on the kelpie’s back on the way back from the Crystal Castle. The usual rules, such as they were with a faerie king, didn’t apply.
The bed sat atop a grey-green hunk of rock on the seabed. Beyond them, the white sand of the sea floor stretched away to the underwater horizon. Time had no meaning here; though her dreams may have passed in minutes, she spent hours with Finn, making love in every way possible. She surrendered herself to him completely: on her knees, on her back, she took everything he had to give her and wanted him more for it.
In the daytime, when Faye thought of Finn, she hated herself for doing so. But tonight, the defences of her rational brain were released, and her instincts could take over. Tonight, shewelcomed his ethereal kisses; she welcomed him as he took her down under the waves.
‘Be my lover, Faye.’ Finn breathed against the nape of her neck. ‘I miss you.’
Her body was addicted to the rush of him; when she was with him, she forgot everything else, even herself. Yet, though it was a dream, she steeled herself not to answer. She wanted to say yes. He was like a drug, and she’d do anything to continue the high of being in his golden light. She knew from experience that dreams were more real than they seemed where Finn was concerned. He could reach her there, as he could in all the between-places, like the seashore at Abercolme.
But even though her flesh craved him, and her mind craved the languorous high of one too many glasses of champagne that being with Finn brought, she shook her head.
‘Faye, my love. No mortal woman is one such as you.’ He breathed against her skin, and roses bloomed from the nape of her neck to the delicate arches of her feet. Kissing her breasts, then her stomach, his lips trailed to her hip, where he lingered, brushing his fingers softly against her clit.
In her sleep, she sighed deeply and rolled over. The contact with Rav’s back brought her back to reality a little.
‘Faye,sidhe-leth, come to me. Be my lover, my courtesan, my one most desired.’
As Faye’s eyes fluttered open, the dream fell into soft shards. Closing her eyes for one moment more, she watched as the tide-torn silk curtains of the bed scattered themselves like confetti over both of them.The water makes us a wedding.Finn’s voice teased her ear.Celebrations for the lovers.
