Page 126 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
IAN
The moment she stepped into my room, my heart had lodged in my throat.
I’d seen it in her eyes before she’d even started to talk.
Then, when the words came, I hadn’t been able to stop her, needing to hear that she felt what I was feeling, had all along. At first, I’d tried to find the untruth, looked for the explanation that didn’t fit. I was a skeptical man, I wouldn’t deny that. There hadn’t been any untruth in her gaze, and now, as Everly stared up at me, I could see everything I’d been wanting to see all along.
And while my love for her was powerful enough to steal my breath, there was something stronger than that. A primal heartbeat, a need to claim her in a way I had yet to do.
Her soft hands cupping my face held me in the present.
“My Alpha,” she whispered, “I’m yours. Now. Forever.”
The words I’d longed to hear.
I rattled off words in my native tongue, words I’d longed to get out. Then I smiled when her eyes clouded over, prepared to translate for her.
“I love you, too.”
Evidently it wasn’t necessary.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I hovered over her, my hands sliding under her back, over her shoulders. Our clothes were in the way, but I couldn’t stop long enough to do anything about it. I didn’t want to let her go, not for a second. The way she moved beneath me, her arms twined around my neck as our tongues searched, sought everything we’d denied ourselves, it stirred the beast.
My muscles coiled as I crushed her to me.
I needed to be inside her. Nothing between us.
With one arm beneath her back, I dragged her across the mattress, needing more room. It took tremendous effort, but I managed to drag my mouth from hers long enough to all but rip her clothes from her body. Her back arched when I took her nipple between my teeth. Her sweet cries, her perfect surrender fanned the flames and I knew this would have to wait.
It was all I could do to push my jeans down my hips before I settled between her thighs, aligned our bodies and drove my cock into the sweet heaven that was her pussy.
Everly cried out, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.
My hips pumped furiously, thrusting into her again and again, taking what she offered without apology. It was as though I hadn’t been able to fully breathe until that moment.
“Hold on to me, mo grá. Don’t let go.”
Her arms wreathed my neck, her head falling back, exposing the soft, smooth skin of her neck. I sucked and bit, knowing I would mark her but not caring. I pounded into her, robbing us both of all sense as I claimed her as mine.
She didn’t ask permission to come, Everly simply fell over the edge, crying out my name again and again as her pussy milked me. I didn’t stop, didn’t falter, thrusting harder, deeper, faster. I would never be sated, I knew it then. I would never get enough of her. I could spend the rest of my days buried balls deep inside her and I’d still want more, need more.
I focused on making her come again. Those sweet cries were a drug swimming through my veins. An addiction I knew would never go away.
The out-of-control feeling consumed me, became more potent the longer I fucked her, unable to stop myself. I knew in that moment what Isaac felt. That night he’d sent me and Dante away … it was this. The absolute driving need to have her all to himself. Nothing compared to this. Nothing.
“One more,” I growled. “Let it go, little fairy.”
Everly’s pussy contracted over my cock, her body trembling sweetly as her breaths rasped against my neck.
“I love you, Ian.”
Her words, spoken directly in my ear, shattered me, split me entirely in two as I slammed into her, coming with such fury I thought my head would explode.
A few hours later, after drifting off into exhaustion, I woke, Everly still curled up against me, her thigh resting over mine, her arm over my chest as though I was her own personal body pillow.
The thought made me smile. I wanted to be her body pillow.
Hell, I wanted to be her everything.
That thought had me thinking about Isaac.
For the past three weeks, Everly had slept in his bed every night. He’d kept her close, the same way I was now. The thought of my brother sleeping alone bothered me on some level. It wasn’t difficult to put myself in his shoes, to think of the nights when I would be alone in my bed without her.
Of course, I could convince Dante to sleep in my bed. He’d done it before, but I saw what it cost him when he did.
