Page 100 of A Dance with the Fae Prince (Married to Magic 2)
“Are you sure?” he asks. “If you have any doubts we will stop.”
“I have many doubts…about everything but this moment. I want you, Davien,” I echo myself from earlier.
He presses himself forward. There’s tension, aching, a sudden snap of pain. I wince and he freezes.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I reassure him.
Luckily he takes my word and does not stop. We inhale in tandem as his hips are flush against mine. My breath is thin and shallow as I grow accustomed to the feeling of him. And, when I am ready, he moves. I have never been more aware of his strong, sure presence than in those first few movements. Neither was I aware of just how hot the rolling core in the pit of my stomach could become.
We move together, breathlessly building our desire as one. This time, when the crash comes, we fall together. He lands in my arms and we are a tangle of ecstasy and delight. Pure joy escapes as laughter as he pulls away and we share a smile—an intimate understanding that is only possible for lovers to comprehend.
“That was… That was…” I struggle to form words.
A sensual smirk slowly spreads across his lips. “That was merely round one.”
Davien claims my mouth once more and we tumble back into the throes of bliss.
