Page 122 of Defy the Fae

Her whisper stirs my blood. Her siren’s voice leaches the last vestiges of tension, replacing it with a sacred heat that flows to my cock.

Floral notes infuse the sweltering air. Her taut breasts rub against my back, separated by a thin swatch of cloth that would be effortless to shred.

I shudder, a deep rumble rising from my chest. The sound alters her own exhales, and her nails delve into my sternum, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain.

We siphon oxygen as one, her body rising, mine falling. The outtakes condense, thickening into shallow pants, rife with need.

Lily pads lick the bank. Water trickles from the rock wall bordering one end of the pond.

Our bed is a mere handful of leagues away.

Though, I could fuck her in any corner of this cavern. It would not be the first time.

I only hope it won’t be the last.

I twist my head sideways. “You slay me with your touch.”

“That’s good,” she murmurs. “Because I don’t want to talk about the bright light of day anymore.”

“What do you want instead?”

Like a temptress, she nips my earlobe with her teeth. “I want the darkness.”

With a snarl, I whip around. My hands snatch her beautiful face, my head dives to her mouth, and I sink my lips into hers.

Cove whimpers, dices her fingers through my hair, and pulls on the roots. The sensation tracks down my vertebrae and smashes into my tailbone like a violent current. She yields her mouth under mine, lips parting for my tongue as it sweeps between them. I lick into her, the flat of my tongue stroking against hers, the strength of my jaw kicking her head back.

Her moan ripples down my throat, sending a mixture of honey and the river across my palate. My eyebrows pinch, for the sound and taste are agonizing. Her pleasure is bliss and anguish, a miracle and a curse. It caresses and cuts me.

I want this. I should not deserve this.

I will never let this go. I cannot bear to forsake this.

My mouth clamps onto hers. Cove knots her fingers into my mane, crushing the long locks in her grip. Her tongue fights with my own, as if trying to draw my being into her, and the same impulse consumes me as I devour her mouth.

This is passion. This is love.

This is fear.

I know the wanton side of her. She wants it rough, desperate, because time is of the essence. But for once, I cannot give her that. No, I want this to last while it can.

With a groan, I peel my mouth from hers. Cove whines but hushes as I set a finger to the bridge of her lower lip. She materializes before me like a beacon, the vision swimming into lucid view. Her face contracts with need, an enticing deluge of pink spreads across her cheeks, her eyes remain squinted closed, and air rushes between her plush lips.

Cove clings to me, frame trembling and hair awry as it scatters over her shoulders. I commit the sight to memory. Her lithe shape is that of a swan, but that is not who she is.

My lady is a tidal wave. She is an empress of serpents.

My head tilts as I drag a thumb across that lower lip. The bronze claws encasing my digits flash at the tips. Lightly, I scrape them over her tremulous mouth, tracing their shape. Like a water ring broadening across the pond’s surface, quivers expand across her figure.

The nectar dripping between her thighs drugs my senses, my nostrils drawing in musk and the sweet fragrance of her lust. My cock thickens, blood pounding from the seat to the crown. I have scented her arousal on countless occasions, even before the first time we tore into each other.

She has given me patience, and I have inspired ferocity in her. On this eventide, I’ll make certain we give each other both. And I intend for it to last a very, very long time.

Even if that means controlling the brutal drumming in my cock. Even if it means resisting the divine throbbing in her cunt.

For those passions suffuse my being as well. She’s already soaked for me, as I’m stretched to the brink for her. My erection is so hard it wrestles against the leggings and threatens to rip through the material.

Removing my fingers, I slide my lips across hers and hiss, “I’m going to fuck you softly, and you’re going to make love to me hard.”

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