Page 114 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
Through it all, I never stopped touching her. My hands needed to be on her skin, to feel every breath she took, the blessed beat of her heart. I had no idea how I’d ever found this, the love that surpassed any and all others. She was my heart, my soul.
I kissed her for long minutes, covering her body with mine, knowing that I would lose the self-control I prided myself on when I slid deep inside her. But she wasn’t scared of that, of me. My fairy princess knew what I needed the same way I knew what she needed. She was my perfect mate, the other half of my heart.
“Love me,” she whispered, her lips trailing over my jaw as she held on to me.
I covered her body with mine, slid inside her soft heat with ease. Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding there, giving me free rein when the need to thrust into her, to claim her became too great.
Twining her fingers with mine, I pinned her hands to the bed, hovered over her as I thrust, deep and slow, rolling my hips, watching her eyes dilate, her lips part on every soft moan that escaped her. She begged for more, pleaded, but never pushed, giving all control over to me. She trusted me to take care of her.
And I would. Now and always.
Nothing and no one would ever come between us.
IAN
When I left Everly’s room, I went to the kitchen, needing a minute to catch my breath. Dante followed, not saying a word, although I could hear a million questions rattling around in his head.
I grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey my brother was so fond of, poured two fingers in a glass, then forced myself not to down it.
I turned, stark naked, standing in my kitchen and faced Dante.
“You’re wondering what happened.”
“Actually, I’m not, Master.”
“No?” I cocked my head to the side. “You expected that?”
He laughed, and the sound actually released some of the tension inside me.
“I wouldn’t exactly say that. But I guess, in a way, it didn’t surprise me.”
“Well, it surprised the hell out of me.” I’d never seen my brother like that. Intense and … on the verge of losing control.
“I saw it before,” Dante admitted. “At the club. During our scene.”
“He was like that?”
“Well, no. Not quite like that, but I could see it in his eyes.”
I took a long swig, let it burn all the way down.
“He loves her,” Dante stated. “He won’t hurt her.”
“That’s…” I shook my head. “That’s not what I was thinking. I know he won’t hurt her.” I turned to pour another drink.
“What’s wrong, Master?”
With my back to him, I sighed, hung my head. “I felt it.”
“Felt what?”
“What he was feeling. So much love, he thought he would go insane with it. It was intense.”
It was exactly the same feeling I got when I was with Everly. When I really allowed myself to have her the way I wanted, when I permitted myself to open up fully. I had yet to do that, always holding myself back in some way. Because it scared me, the thought of losing my shit, feeling so damn much for a woman. It was the reason I rationalized, talked it out. That way, I could relay my feelings without actually having to … feel them.
Warm hands trailed up my back. I found myself leaning into Dante.
I felt the same thing with him, and I’d probably shown him more of it because I didn’t worry that he couldn’t handle me.
He kissed my shoulder, his soft lips trailing over my skin. I set the glass down, turned to face him, then pulled him to me.
“I need you,” I whispered, trailing my hands over the hard muscles in his back.
I loved the way he fit against me. Dante wasn’t a big man, but he wasn’t small, either. He was perfect.
When his eyes met mine, they were midnight blue and so full of knowledge it scared me a little.
“You’re holding back,” he whispered, evidently a mind reader.
“How so?”
“With Everly.” His gaze never wavered. “I see it in your eyes. The way you look at her. The longing. Isaac doesn’t know how you feel.”
This mind reader was also perceptive.
I opted for honestly. Gripping his face in my hands, I locked my gaze with his. “Yes. I am. I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my brother. I… One of these days, I’ll break. Won’t be able to hold it in. Until then … I just… Fuck, Dante. I need you. So fucking much. I think about you all the goddamn time. And that … that’s what scares me most.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I dropped my hands. “That doesn’t bother you? That I want you as much as her and her as much as you?”
His eyebrows shot downward. “No. Why should it?”
“Because it was supposed to be her or you. Not both. I never saw myself loving more than one. Is it even possible?”
