Page 124 of Defy the Fae

With a last ruthless flick of my fingers, Cove unravels. Her body quakes, the orgasm ripping through her bones. She wails, the cataclysm of sound ravaging the cave.

Agony and euphoria cleave me in half. My muscles shudder from the impact. The second Cove’s climax subsides, I lunge to my feet while stripping off the leggings. My cock jumps from the material, aching and as thick as a mast.

In one swift movement, I link my arms under Cove’s thighs. She yelps as I haul her off the ground, crush my mouth to hers, and stalk naked across the walkway to the hut.

Keening, she clamps onto my nape and kisses me back. Our lips hurl at one another, rocking together, tongues swatting. Without breaking away, I lash my arm and shove the front door open, the facade ramming into the wall.

The ceiling is high, the curtains are sheer, and the walls are crafted of smooth stone. An assortment of black and white furnishings with wooden accents outfits the rooms. It is lightness and darkness, with splashes of greenery filling the empty corners.

Cove has described our home to me. But while I cannot see the interiors, I do not give a forsaken shit. All I need to know is how to maneuver past them.

I stride around the obstacles and strike toward the bedchamber while carrying her in my arms. Our lips pry apart. My forehead connects with hers, and gusts of air vacate our lungs.

She has not opened her eyes yet. Those luminous orbs remain hidden, clinging to the darkness, enabling her to feel me against her in an acute way.

Oh, fuck the bed.

I veer toward the wide divan fronting a bay window in the living room. We’re panting and pent-up like fated mates in heat by the time my limbs hit the cushioned edge.

I drop Cove onto the surface, pillows tumbling off the sides. My mouth seizes hers again as I descend with my lady. Her hands swim through my hair. She uncoils across the divan, body sprawling beneath mine while I loom over her, my hips splitting her thighs like a gulf.

My eyes flare open to watch her kiss me, to see it happen. Her features pleat, as though afflicted, lost in the sensations, overwhelmed by the surge of our lips. My mouth burrows into hers, tongues swiping together, and the siren eats up my growl.

Perspiration beads in the trench between her tits, the humidity glossing her skin. The same outbreak drips down my abdomen. We’re sweating and heaving—and slowing down.

At last, I pull back and sweep my mouth over hers. “Open them.”

First her legs, which spread and hook over my waist. Then her eyes, the lashes fanning apart. Those orbs flutter, blasting me with light—blinding me.

Her gaze locks with mine. And I thrust my cock.

Cove gives a shout, her figure rocking upward. Rather than savage, my body pivots into her with a single measured stroke. The penetration is deft and full, the head of my cock pitching to the seat. She pulsates around me, her drenched cunt encapsulating my girth.

I seethe, a guttural noise slicing from my throat. Yet I wait, primed within Cove and watching her subside from the impact.

When the siren looks at me, understanding claims her features. The irises alight with ambition.

I have fucked her softly. Now it’s her turn.

Make love to me hard.

Cove nods. As she does, my lady rolls her hips, taking me deeper. The delicate swat of her waist tugs on my cock. Her walls soak me in like a sponge, dragging a stunted growl from the pit of my chest.

Her hips beat a sinuous tempo with mine, the folds of her cunt sucking on my length. I broaden, the column getting larger. Blood floods my sac and surges to the apex. My muscles contort as she releases my mane and drapes her palms down my chest, fondles my scales, and rubs the nipples pitting from my pectorals.

Her fingers pinch the tips, inciting a jolt of pain. She stalks the noises I make, gyrating her core under me, wetness clutching my buried erection. Guided by her motions, I ply my cock in and out. The length withdraws fully, then swings into her compact little slit.

Cove directs the movements, dominates them. She grinds herself up into me, her folds grabbing each flex of my cock.

Her gaze cements to mine, her irises like two whirlpools drowning me. Her brows crinkle, pleasure blooming across her face. “Keep them on me.”

I obey. We rock with concentrated urgency, my cock meeting her cunt, both striking slowly. She whimpers and pours her arousal over me, loosening another hiss from my throat.

Surely, I’ll die from this someday. It isn’t possible to feel this frenzy of sensations at once.

The pain. The fury. The fear. The desire. The love.

My lady skims the ridges bundled across my torso, tracing the stacked muscles. I sling my hips, the prow of my cock slipping through the lips of her core, probing the helm. Yet her knees steeple higher, lifting to change the angle of our fucking, tilting our lovemaking in a new direction.

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