Page 82 of Ulune's Daughter

She blinks rapidly but doesn’t say anything.

“But their loss is my fucking gain. And I won’t make the mistakes they did. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers.

The air pulses with her words, kissing along my exposed skin.

“We will get to the point where you say ‘yes’ once and I do whatever I want. But tonight, you have a safe word. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ won’t work, but ‘red’ does. Understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

I stroke my hand over her head. “Get on all fours and take off the rest of your clothes, then crawl up onto the bed. I want to see all that beautiful skin.”

She nods and goes to her hands and knees. Her clothes unwind around her, plucked away by fingers of Air. They fold themselves into a neat pile and float onto a chair. She puts one hand on the bed and starts to climb up, muscles rolling under her soft skin. I kneel beside her, running my hands and lips down her arm, over her shoulder, along her back, unable to keep from touching her.

I shift around behind her, plant my hands on her hips, and drag her back into my lap. “Should I let you get up on the bed?”

“You did tell me to,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder.

“Then you waved that luscious ass at me and I can’t wait that long.”

She laughs and loops her arm around my neck. “Can I kiss you?”

“Mmm, no. But I like that you asked. Say please and I’ll consider it.”

She shakes her head at me. “Now I don’t want to.”

“You know you still do. Beg and give it to me, woman.”

She grins. “Please can I kiss you?”

I catch her chin with my finger and thumb. “Look me in the eyes and try again.”

She tips her head so she’s looking up at me through her black lashes. “Please, may I kiss you?”

“Much better.” I take a kiss before she has a chance to, catching her lower lip between my teeth and sucking, then soothing with my tongue. I snake my arm around her back and dip her backward. She relaxes into my hold, stroking her strong fingers down the back of my neck and giving me taste after taste of her warm mouth.

I lift up enough to push my jeans off. “Straddle me.”

She obeys, moving light and lithe. I cup my shaft. When she comes down on me, I guide myself up into her waiting heat. She murmurs and shifts, lining up better. I grasp her hips, pushing a little of my magic into her to ease my way, and pull her down onto me. We both catch our breath on that moment of completion, when our hips meet, and she’s taken me as much as I’ve taken her.

It's messy and slightly awkward and breathless.

It’s perfect.

“Wrap yourself around me.”

She squeezes into me, pressing her breasts against my chest, winding her arms around my neck, her long legs around my hips and back. I grab handfuls of her sweet, round ass and bounce her in my lap. She gasps at the motion and buries her face in my neck.

“Okay?” I ask. Her arms around my neck are tense, and not with anticipation.

“Uh, yeah.” She shifts in my lap. “I’m really sore inside. It’s been a while, I guess.”

Nowhere as long as she thinks. Fucking Law. Luca’s told me he has spines on his dick, like a tomcat. He must have ripped her up.

“Let me help.” I smooth my hand down her back, feeling the currents of her body. I work deeper and deeper until I find the disruption in the flow: the ruffled flesh and inflamed nerves. I soothe them, bathing each scrape and tear in healing magic, until her body’s currents swirl and eddy without interruption. They welcome the intrusion of my body as I thrust, rocking in her. I align the flow of my muscles to hers.

“Better?”

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