Page 53 of Throne of Dreams
The head of his cock pried her open for him and she tensed, so he continued to sing softly and move slowly, to ensure she could take all of him without pain. Each tender thrust took him further inside her as she stretched to accommodate him, molded to fit him like she was made for him. Her hands roved over his shoulders and arms and gradually, her body relaxed, and he filled her fully. But she was still so tight that it set his teeth on edge.
In one swift movement, he flipped them over so she straddled him. Her eyes widened in shock, and she reached for his chest. “What do I do?”
“Like this.” Tiernan gripped her hips and drove himself upward, plunging himself inside her.
The sound she made was nothing short of satisfying. Pleasure overtook her, so much so she practically glowed with it. Then she was riding him with ease, and watching her full, round breasts bounce was positively delightful. His name spilled from her lips, over and over like a prayer. Eyes closed in ecstasy, she lifted her hair from her shoulders and let him take her, let him guide her. She was incandescent. The familiar scent of magic overwhelmed him, smothered him, and if he’d ever been one to believe in fairytales, he would’ve sworn sparks were flying.
Fuck.
Sparkswereflying. Sweetened cinnamon smoke swirled around them. Flickers of fire scattered from the tips of her fingers, and as he brought her closer to climax, the flames burned brighter.
“Shit.” He tightened his grip on her hips; she was so fucking reckless.
Calling upon his own magic to counter hers, he brought the storm, the wind, and the rain. He watched through the glass dome ceiling above them as lightning splintered across the sky and the clouds rolled in. His cock thickened even more, relishing the rush of power and the hunger for release. The doors to his balcony swung open, carrying a gust of cool Summer wind and rain. He let it pour over them, soak them, as he drove her higher.
“Tiernan!”she screamed his name, grinding herself against him, and in a crack of thunder loud enough to terrify the heavens, he filled her with his seed.
Maeve collapsed on top of him, slick and smoking. Her fire had faded to embers. He held her to his chest and let the rain cool their heated skin.
“I…I’m sorry.” Her words were a breathless pant and her heart thudded wildly against him.
He refused to release her and instead kissed the top of her head, all while trying to steady himself. To keep himself calm and collected. “There’s nothing to apologize for,astora.”
She turned her head to face him. “But the fire, and the smoke—”
“Was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He silenced her turbulent thoughts with a kiss. He hadn’t lied…it was sexy. And utterly terrifying. Never in his life had he borne witness to such a thing.
Maeve had been so consumed by desire, by lust, that she’d lost all control.
For him.
And damn if he didn’t want to see her do that for him every day for the rest of his life.
* * *
Maeve didn’t wantto move. She wasn’t sure she could, even if she tried. She simply lay there, sprawled on top of Tiernan, while he held her in his arms. The mattress and linens were soaked with water. The wooden floor looked flooded. She and Tiernan were drenched from the rain he’d called to them after she’d nearly set fire to his bedroom.
She couldn’t understand what had happened. The feel of him had been too much; everything about him was too much. The song he sang for her had fractured her heart and brought tears to her eyes. He’d done exactly as she’d asked of him. And when he’d placed her on top—the way he watched her, like she was his only reason for living—she’d never felt such an emotion.
So, she stayed where she was, lounging upon his chest, and eventually the rain ebbed away, and the cool breeze of Summer drifted through the open doors.
She shivered and goosebumps pebbled all over her flesh.
Instantly she was dry, the bed was dry, and a fire roared to life in the hearth of Tiernan’s room.
He rolled her over with him and pulled a soft velvet blanket over top of them. She curled into the warmth of his body, and he reached down, carefully brushing back a lock of hair from her face. But her nerves were frayed, and her body was still spiraling, and she didn’t have the courage to look him in the eyes after…
Afterthat.
Tiernan said nothing. He just continued to wind each curl around his finger, one by one, then let them bounce free. She was tempted to trace the golden tattoos covering his bronze skin when she caught sight of the one over his heart.
It was an exact match to the one on hers. An Autumn leaf. A Summer sun. The realization slammed into her, and her throat tightened. They weren’t tattoos at all. She looked up into his eyes, whirling with a storm of intensity she couldn’t understand.
“We have matching Strands.”
He gazed down at her, his face impassive. “We do.”
