Page 80 of Prince of Never

She opened her eyes as she wrapped her legs around me.‘I want you,’ she said in a breathy whisper.‘What are you waiting for?’

My mouth twitched in a dark smile.‘Say that again.I liked it.’

‘I want you.’

‘Now say my name.’

‘If you weren’t naked and between my legs right now, I woul—’

I angled my hips, pushed into her slowly, and the words ended in a gasp.That first tight inch of her was an agony of white-hot pleasure, but I paused, waited, rode the throbbing pulse of heat and the demanding desire to grind my hips against her and chase that pleasure all the way to release.

‘Say it, Imogen.’

‘Tarian.’

I fucking loved how she said my name.It sounded so decadent in her mouth.I pushed deeper into her, pulled slowly out.‘Say it again.’My words were fractured this time as my control began to slip.

This time she whispered my name, and when I increased my pace she cried it.I wanted her to say it as she came, as she clenched and quivered around me, and I dipped my hand back down.She began to tremble, her body tightening, her fingernails digging into my shoulders where she gripped me, pinpoints of exquisite pain against my skin as I brought her to that edge of oblivion and tried to keep myself from falling.She pulled me down and kissed me hard as her climax struck, and she was light and honey and breath and heat and the smell of wildflowers and the way she tightened around me sent bolts of liquid lightning along my nerves.She whimpered my name against my mouth, and if there was anything that could have snapped my last strand of self-control, it was that.I groaned, pressing my face into her neck as I gripped her tighter, chasing the flickering aftershocks pulsing through her body and burying myself as deep in her as I could go over and over and over again.I found myself biting her, wanting her in my mouth as all that tension and pleasure reached a throbbing zenith and erupted, filling her, sating her, owning her.

We basked in the limp-limbed stillness that followed, competing heartbeats pressed close together, the night air cooling the heat of our skin.I drew my mouth away from her neck, ran a thumb over the faint mark there.‘Sorry,’ I murmured, sliding out of her to settle on the ground beside her.

She touched her fingers to the spot.‘Why?’

‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No.I liked it.’

Well, now I was going to have to fuck her again.I held her tighter.

She trailed her fingers up and down my arm in lazy loops, her eyes hooded, a half-smile gracing her mouth.Brushing her hair away from her face, I cupped her cheek in my hand and she nuzzled into it.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I murmured, and a little of that smile flickered away.

‘Because I’m fae?’

‘Imogen, you were beautiful before and you’re beautiful now.’

She rolled forward, folding her arms on top of my chest and resting her chin there.‘So, if I’m fae, does that mean I have magic?’

‘Maybe.Some do, some don’t.Sometimes it doesn’t manifest for a few centuries or so.You’ll have to wait and see.’

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.‘A century?!Am I immortal?’

‘All fae are immortal.To some extent.’

When she frowned, I smoothed at the line between her brows with my thumb.‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just...a lot to process.’She was silent for a moment, her warm breath feathering against my skin.‘So, if you’re immortal, how old are you exactly?’

‘I don’t know for sure.’

Her eyes narrowed.‘That sounds like an evasion.’

I chuckled softly.‘We don’t track years since our birth the way mortals do.There’s no point when they stretch on into eternity.’

‘Ballpark figure.’

‘Young by the measure of our race.Within the scope of a human lifespan.’

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