When she tipped her head, I knew she was awake, but she didn’t move, just held on. I kissed her nose, her cheek, then trailed down to her lips. Her hand curled against my face, her fingers whisper-soft against my skin.
“Say it again, fairy princess. I need to hear it.”
Her lips brushed mine. “I love you. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I don’t—”
I pressed two fingers against her lips. “I love you, mo grá. Have since the first day I met you.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, moving closer.
“My love,” I whispered, took her mouth with mine.
Everly sighed, rolling to her back as I encouraged her with my body.
An urgency ignited, my need to have her, to claim her. To possess her. What started as a gentle mating of mouths turned frantic. Everly cried out when I nipped her neck, sucking her skin, drowning in her scent. She did that to me. Made me wild, desperate. And it was a need I couldn’t control, one that overpowered me, made me a slave to my own desire.
I took her hands, lifted them over her head with one hand on her wrists and crushed my mouth to hers. She writhed beneath me, her leg curling around my thigh, trying to tug me closer. I ground my hips, then angled my cock at her entrance and drove into her.
“My Liege!” Her back bowed.
I impaled her again, watched her lovely face as she gave herself over to me. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.
“Keep your hands there,” I ordered, pushing up to my knees.
I jerked her hips toward me, impaled her on my cock, loving the way she came apart before me. I wasn’t gentle, punishing thrusts of my hips driving us both higher. I rode her for what felt like hours, never giving her enough to send her over. I slid my arms behind her knees, bent her in half, and drove into her deeper than I’d ever been, staring down into her face. Her eyes were closed, head tipped back as she cried out my name over and over again. Never did she ask to come, nor did she give in to it. My sweet fairy princess had heeded the lesson, staying right there with me.
I couldn’t get enough, fucking her hard, fast, sweat beading on our skin, her pussy hot and slick around me as I slammed my hips forward, paused, retreated. Again and again.
“Everly, I want you to come for me, love,” I growled, dropping her legs when I shot to the precipice, hanging by a thread. “Hold on to me.”
It was a plea more than an order, and she obliged me, crushing her mouth to mine as we came together in a conflagration of light and heat and love. I crumbled on top of her, knowing I was crushing her but unable to move. Her arms stayed around me, her hands sliding into my hair, nails tickling my scalp.
I lifted my head enough to stare into her eyes. “I’m never letting you go.”
She smiled, so sweet. “I don’t want you to.”
Rolling onto my back, I brought her with me, my cock still deep inside her, still hard. My need for her never abated; it only grew stronger with every passing second.
Expecting her to sleep, I wrapped her in my arms, listening to the rasp of my own breath. When her pussy flexed, tightening around me, I had to smile.
“Little minx,” I muttered, tugging her hair until she lifted her head. “You want more.”
Everly pushed up, her hands on my chest, eyes bright. “I’ll never get enough.”
“Take all you want. All you need.”
Grinding her hips forward and back, Everly rode me, never looking away. I cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples. Her soft sighs were music we made love by, the way I’d intended the first time. I teased her clit with my thumb, her mouth falling open as my sweet fairy princess took her pleasure from me. When I stopped, she pouted but took over herself, her back bowed, fingers teasing her clit while she rode me.
Our eyes met and I knew she was close.
“Please, my Liege,” she whispered so softly, so sweetly. “May I come?”
“All over my cock,” I told her, my voice harder than I’d intended, my restraint kicking in. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, to chase my own release, but I wanted this more. To see her slide over the edge into oblivion without my help.
Seconds ticked by, my focus only on her as she tipped over that razor-sharp edge into bliss, my name falling from her lips. This time, when she collapsed on me, I held her in my arms, kissed the top of her head, and urged her to sleep.
Several hours later, I was up, ready for the morning run. By the time I made it to the kitchen, Dante and Ian were already outside waiting. Without speaking, the three of us took off, enjoying the solitude that came along with what had become a nice routine for us.
