Page 35 of Wildfire Witch

“No,” I said weakly. “No, I amtotallyfine and?—”

He kissed me.Horrible decision,I thought dryly, but he tasted like pure air with how much magic he was exerting. It tingled on my tongue and left behind a sensation of ice melting in my mouth. I breathed easier, distracted by how he made me feel.

Those past joyrides had been for another purpose, one I remembered as I ran my fingers up his lithe body and squeezed his chest. Wind fae conceived more often after making love in the sky, he’d told me.

Had I thought that was a completely fictitious theory? Absolutely.

Had it ever stopped me from fucking my husband high in the sky, away from prying eyes? Not even once.

I tangled my legs with his, lower body pressing to his tentatively. I wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to go straight to this after the last time, when he’d pushed me out of his lap. To ask would probably doom this moment to another round of awkward conversation about the distance of time and memory between us.

I rolled my hips against the growing bulge pressing to the front of his jeans. His breath quickened as he sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear. It then hitched with pain. “Ver?—”

I froze. “Oh, no. You were hurt,” I blurted.

“The bullet missed everything important. It grazed my thigh,” he explained. He gripped my chin, angling my head. “Look at me, firefly.”

I cracked open my eyelids. Ceridor was stabilizing us somehow, as the backdrop of fluffy clouds behind him didn’t rotate into a flash of the ground below. His gaze was intent, darkened at the edges by lust. “Do you remember me as your husband now?” he asked, searching my face.

“I remember a time that I miss, a lot, where you were my husband,” I answered.

He kissed me again, like he couldn’t resist it. “No matter who you’ve become, Ver, you are still my wife. It would mean everything if you’d bind yourself to me again.”

“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted the symbol of our handfasting back more than anything now. But I tried to nudge him away, saying, “I have a theory.”

He parted from my lips, just to take my earlobe in his teeth and tug gently. “Yes, lady alchemist?” he said, cool air washing over the shell of my ear. I shivered, sucking on my bottom lip.

“You may have noticed the other men represent the other elements.”

He slipped a hand under my shirt, running his fingertips up the curve of my belly. “Hmm, yes. Though I would rather forget about them. I had you first, and it’s only through my grace that they would be allowed to be second or third.”

“Right, right,” I said, distracted. He cupped one of my boobs and freed it from the confines of my bra. Rolling its weight through his long fingers, he gave it a loving squeeze.

“Your theory,” he prompted, his lips taking a wicked curve.

Well, if I wasn’t mentioning the other guys right now, the meat of the theory would have to stay in my head. “Um. I think I will be able to call on the air element in you if we make a proper connection. You’ll help bring me back into balance.”

“All of my air is at your disposal, firefly. Come and take it,” he invited. And by his grin when I tackled him, sending us spinning slightly off course, he knew exactly what I was going for. I held a handful of his curls and melded our mouths together, tugging on his shirt to free it from his pants.

It gave me easy access to the planes of his chest hiding under the fabric. His muscles were a little more defined than I remembered, and layered with several scars that he’d gained since we’d been apart. When we weren’t flying, I’d have to strip the shirt off and ask him about each. For a fae as agile as him, each scar was a story or a lesson.

“Wait,” I said, reluctant to pause for anything else. “Airplanes didn’t exist back when we used to do this.”

“They’re up there.” Ceridor pointed toward the clouds. “We’re not giving any ordinary human a show.”

“What about down there?” I pointed in the general direction of the ground, getting dizzy when it slipped out of sight. On reflex, I met his gaze to shake off the vertigo, just to find the silver pools of his eyes dancing with amusement.

“We’re about the size of a pinprick to them. Any other concerns?” he chuckled.

“No.” I tore at the rest of his clothes and he did the same with mine.

So no pants or underwear went sailing away on the breeze, few articles of clothing came off. His magic helped tug off my shoes, jeans, and panties, which were carried by a special wind he controlled to keep them flying along behind us. Once my hot skin was freed to the autumn day, those deft fingers of his cupped my pussy. He lidded his eyes and explored. Rolling and tugging my sensitive folds, caressing my clit with a reverent touch. One finger pressed inside and I whimpered. The ever-present chill on his skin felt like bliss in my heated core.

“So tight,” he murmured, wiggling a second finger in with the first. He spread them like I used to like, and if we weren’t flying, I’d have gone weak at the knees.

“I’m a virgin,” I stated. However, the way I freed his cock and molded my hand to its length and shape made that a false statement. I took my time remembering his body. The heft of him hadn’t changed. His breath still hitched when I squeezed hisballs just so. And when I slicked my thumb over the head of his cock and tasted the bead of liquid there…still my husband.

He hid a wicked smile against my neck, but I felt it. “I get to be your first again.”

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