Page 125 of Defy the Fae

This hauls me deeper. I release a prolonged groan and sling harder into the crook of her thighs.

Cove moans, mouth ajar and eyes steady on me. Her nipples skid over my chest. I give into temptation and bow my mouth to one, sealing my lips around the tip.

She whines. Her fingernails scour my back and claw the skin. I croon into her breast and lick the peak raw, then transfer my cravings to the other shell.

Our pelvises slide against one another, monstrously hard and sopping wet. Cove thrusts against me, sloping my cock into her, reeling her thighs on either side of me.

I grit out. My mouth releases her nipple, the disk of flesh gleaming and cinched. Wanting to savor the rest of my lady, I anchor my weight, hoisting myself over her. With my upper body buttressed, I apply all my reserves to the forward sling of my hips, my cock jutting into her.

We’re a mess of noise, a steady drum of moans. Rough sounds drop from my mouth and cleave through the hut. My gaze returns to hers, drawn to that molten light.

Emboldened, Cove loops her legs over my shoulders. “Give it to me.”

Fucking Fables eternal. She angles her cunt and my cock higher, then advances the pace by driving her ass down onto my groin. The merciless siren palms my buttocks, steering them into her.

With a grunt, I pursue that rhythm and piston my cock. If she wants the darkness, she shall have it.

I met her thrusts, pitch for pitch. Cove cries out in approval. At the sound, raging heat gushes into my pores, tingles rush to the tips of my ears, and my fingercaps puncture the divan. The whittled points stab the cushioned foundation, giving me leverage.

She rides my waist and oozes all over my erection. Her tits jostle, and her hair tangles around her face. Those broken sobs charge through my veins like a heady brew.

Her mouth hangs open, ass grinding into my pelvis. She engulfs me in her stare, daring me to try and avert my gaze. This siren knows I will fail.

“Love me,” she pants. “Fuck me.”

The command pares my flesh like a beautiful dagger, precious and penetrating. It’s a delirious pleasure, a potent elixir of its own. I want to drain every drop of it, fill myself with every bit of her.

With a renewed growl, I straighten upright on my knees and heed my lady’s request. Balanced vertically, I fling my cock into her. Her legs rest flush along my torso, heels braced on my shoulders.

I heft myself into her, striking deeply. My hands snatch her waist, and Cove grabs my ass, palming the indentations as they flex with each pump.

The siren chants, the noises beseeching for more, for all of it. I groan, and groan, and groan. My abdomen crimps, muscles working, putting every effort into her cries.

This is all I need. This is all I ask for.

We dash our hips together. My cock grinds into her slick cunt, the climax building at the juncture of our waists. A howl gets stuck in my throat.

I won’t look away. Never shall I look away.

Cove’s eyes squint, on the verge of tumbling into the void with me. I probe that impulse and attack with sharp, deft strikes until those eyes seal closed. She snatches my ass and shrieks with pleasure, her cunt spasming and coming around my cock, the magnitude plunging her into darkness.

The vision brands itself on my soul. The noise scores my heart.

I lash my cock, blood simmering from the stem to the roof. My joints tense, winding tightly—then snapping in half. The bellow shreds through my lungs, my release convulsing into her.

The frenzy races from where our bodies lock to the rest of me. The magnitude of it courses through my frame like a riptide.

My lower half sags, torso held aloft by a single bracketed arm at the side of Cove’s head. I hunch over her, my waist flanked by her tremulous thighs, which I kiss before lowering them to the divan.

Though, I don’t pull out of her body. For I could stay inside her until the wild fades and takes me with it.

My lady whimpers, satisfaction blooming across her face. Her lashes ripple apart, irises soft on me.

We suck in mouthfuls of air. Sweat trickles from my skin to hers.

I rush my fingercaps through her mussed hair, and she glides her palms up and down my tailbone, as if to stop me lest I attempt to withdraw my cock from her.

I shake my head. “Whoever said love is not more powerful than a weapon is a fucking idiot.”

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