Page 88 of Fae Exile

He was now all hot, hard flesh beneath me. I felt my eyes glaze over.

He arched his hips upward so that his very stiff—and extremely impressive—shaft slid along my soaked folds.

I let my head hang, drawing out a moan loud enough to reach through the walls into neighboring rooms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said on a huff. “If you’d told me to pull back, I would have of course. But by the Ethers, I probably would’ve cried.”

Again, I laughed. The weight of my purpose and his, of our heavy responsibilities, rolled off me like rainwater. I heard Saffron’s soft snores from the other side of the room, and another concern fell from me.

Locking my ankles together more securely around his waist, I pulled his erection toward my center.

But he shook his head and murmured against my lips, “No, love. I need to be gentle. You’re still new to?—”

I knew damn well all I was new to—and how much lost time and opportunity I had to make up for.

Without so much as allowing him to finish his concerns, I tensed my thighs, rose up a few inches, and impaled myself on him in one single, slick glide.

Together, we groaned ... long and guttural.

In that moment, I believed everything I’d endured was worth it just for this. To feel him so fully within me we were nearly one whole.

With him supporting all my weight, I used the strength of my legs to slide up and down the length of him, up and down, up and down.

My endless hours of grueling training, at least, were damn well good for this.

Realizing I’d closed my eyes, I opened them to find him already staring at me. I allowed myself to get lost in his magical moonlight while he filled me so completely.

Fuck, if he hadn’t been right all those many weeks ago when we’d first met... His sacred, bejeweled wand was everything he talked it up to be and then some.

I was going to find a golden crown for its fucking beautiful head to celebrate its glory.

When Rush led me over to the bed, buried to the hilt inside me, I refused to look away. I bared myself to those eyes that seemed to notice so much. Too much, perhaps.

But there was no point in holding back now. Tomorrow was certain to arrive too soon.

I revealed myself entirely to him even as my battered heart pulsed with the scary assertion:

Mate.

He lowered me to my back and plowed inside me, stealing away my breath all over again.

28.THE DARKNESS OF MY SECRETS

~ RUSH ~

With Elowyn back at the palace and the queen’s sights on her, it was more important than ever that I remain sharp. Even so, I barely slept during the night. In our frenzied lovemaking, we’d left open the curtains to either side of the windows that lined one wall of her bedchamber. The moonlight was enough for me to luxuriate in studying her while she slept.

The way her lips were full and swollen from our kisses, parted slightly, an intense pink with a marked dip at their top, the bottom lip plumper. Her lashes a dark whisper that rimmed her eyelids. The lines of her cheeks softer than when she was awake. Her dark hair fanned out along her pillow, beneath her face, keeping it out of mine. The strength of her shoulders and arms, the muscles marked but still long and feminine.

The way her ears were now pointed at the crest suggesting indeed that her magic had been bound before, keeping the extent of her fae nature beyond her reach.

And from the reaches of the queen, I expected. Whoever had spelled her magic must have anticipated the dangers Elowyn would face one day.

Somehow, she was even more beautiful than I’d remembered. All those weeks apart ... when her face, body,taunting voice, husky laughter, and intoxicating scent, how she moved—everything about her—had consumed my every waking moment before also weaving into my dreams, I’d imagined I’d cataloged each of her details with precision.

I’d been wrong. No memory could touch her actual perfection.

She lay cocooned in my embrace, her body relaxed, open toward me. She’d learned to defend herself in a world where other females didn’t, and yet the warrior in her trusted me.

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