Page 89 of By the Fae

Really, we were on my bed. Usually, I saw straight through this temporary glamour, so used to it being overlaid onto my bedroom. But this time I wanted to give myself fully to the moment. To experience everything as she did. To share this adventure with her.

Climbing over Holly’s body, I kissed her waiting, wanting mouth, and brought my lips down, over her jaw, down the column of her throat, between her breasts. I tugged the straps of her dress down from her shoulders, one at a time, wanting to rip the fucking thing from her, but this had to be her sister’s. It was so un-Holly.

I took my kisses lower. Peeled the dress down over her chest, freeing those perfect tits.

“So fucking beautiful.”

I had seen her tits a hundred times over the past six weeks, and every time still felt like the first. Leaving me feeling like an awkward teenager with a raging hard on.

Helpfully, Holly lifted her ass as I dragged the dress down farther still. Through the springs, tossing it into the general oblivion of the room. Instantly it transformed into a fern. Her knickers were next, then her boots, until she was spread naked before me, the water lapping around her stomach. Her whole body trembled.

“Are you cold?” I asked, lifting her leg by her ankle, and kissing the underside of her knee. I dragged my mouth up her inner thigh. Tongue, teeth, heat, sweat.

Holly sucked her breath in. “I’m . . . I just really want you inside me.”

Nope, didn’t need to hear anymore. My sweatpants were off, and I was on top of her again, only partly aware of my surroundings. Of my ass sticking out of the water, the sand underneath my hands, the jungle sounds echoing around us.

There was only Holly. Shaking beneath me. Lips parted. Eyes boring into mine.

She was the magic.

She wrapped her arms around me, bringing all of my weight down on top of her. And I kissed her as I had done that first time. Soft, but desperate. Testing, but urgent.

She snaked her hand between our bodies and gripped my cock. I crumbled a little more at the contact and ground against her fist.

“Question for you,” Holly whispered. “Where does one find condoms in the jungle?”

I couldn’t help but smile. I showed her my wrist. “These stones. They’re Harness Stones. Ancient fae magic. This one,” I said, touching the charcoal-coloured stone, “protects me, us both, from sexually transmitted diseases. This one,” I pointed to the grey-pink stone, “protects us from unwanted pregnancy.”

“Well, that’s rather neat,” she said.

“But if you want to use a condom too, I know that the jungle master keeps some in the top drawer—I mean, inside that boulder over there.”

She laughed and pulled me down for another kiss. “If we’re safe, I want only you.”

It was all I could do to stop from grabbing her knees and spearing her right then.

“Wait.” Holly pushed me up. “What’s this one for?” She fingered the indigo stone.

“Oh, that one,” I said, shaking the bracelet down my arm out of her view and feeling the points of my ears heat. “That one stops me from getting nauseated if I eat too much.”

She slapped a palm over her mouth. “Oh my. That’s . . . Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“I think you’re freaking adorable.” Holly cupped my face and smoothed a thumb over my brow. “Hypothetically, if I wanted one of these anti-barf bracelets, would it work? Like, is that magic that could be shared with a human?”

“Baby girl, I would share all my magic with you. I mean it, take it all.”

She shivered, arched her back, and I found myself nestled right at her entrance.

“Goldie. I need you now.”

I ignored every molecule of doubt in my mind telling me there would be no way back from this and drove forward. Soft, wet, heat. Blistering intensity. At once, dulling my other senses, and setting every nerve ending in my body aflame.

Holly brought her knees up, inviting me in deeper, and I realised I was trembling as much as she was. I buried my face in the curls above her ear. That sweet fruity, floral scent filling every cavity in my being.

“Holly, you are . . . This is the perfect . . .”

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