Page 68 of Tempting the Fae Lord
With borrowed strength, I pull him down to me and bring his lips to mine. He allows this. He must. There’s no way I have the power to move him if he doesn’t want to be moved.
I swallow his whimper like I swallowed his blood, greedy and eager for more.
His kiss is soft. Tender. Perhaps a bit tentative.
But not mine. I hold him tight with an arm that no longer feels broken, clutching his shirt, and part his lips with my tongue, demanding entrance.
He opens for me with a low moan. His mouth is cool and perfect. I’m dizzy with want of him.
He breaks the kiss but doesn’t retreat farther than a few inches. Enough to look at my face. My cheeks are hot, burning with the influx of his blood, with my desire, with a hint of self-consciousness at being studied so thoroughly.
“You want me?” he asks with an open vulnerability that tugs at my heart.
“Yes. So much.”I’ve wanted you my whole life, in different ways, but never as much as I want you now.“Please.”
His hand hovers over my chest, caught between a touch and a retreat. “If we’re going to do this, I’d like you to call me by my name after all.”
Joy sings in my veins. “Yes, Ezra.”
It is as though a switch has been flipped. He catches me in both arms and rolls us to the center of the bed.
His weight settles over me, anchoring me to the mattress in the best possible way. His lips find mine, and this time, his kiss is firm and hungry.
This is where we’re meant to be. Me pinned beneath him, my world narrowed to the feel of his tongue on mine, his chest on mine, his hips on mine.
I sigh into the kiss, already drunk on sensation, thrilled to explore him with my hands, running fingers through his hair as I’ve always longed to. I pull the leather tie free and set loose a halo of black silk to curtain our kisses.
“Gale,” he whispers, lips moving along my jaw. “My clever, beautiful Gale.”
His words alight my soul, making a home for him there. I hook one leg over him and pull him closer so the bulge of his cock bumps against mine.
Ezra rubs us together in a way that has me sucking in a breath and curling my toes. I slip a hand between us and fumble with the laces of his pants.
“Yes, there,” he murmurs, lifting enough to make my task easier.
His hand joins mine until both our cocks are free to become better acquainted. We rock together, finding a gentle rhythm that builds an achingly good pressure deep within me.
Ezra’s kisses grow urgent.
I love the way he presses me to the bed, the way he curls his fingers in my hair, the way he trembles when I catch his bottom lip with my teeth.
I love the potential of his incredible strength, barely held in check, and the thought that he might slip and lose control at any moment.
His muscles clench and release. What would it feel like to match him in strength? In raw power? The notion has me suddenly on the edge, so worked up I’m near to coming just from the delicious motion we’ve set between us.
But I need more. I want my hands on him. My mouth.
His rhythm falters. Perhaps he’s in the same predicament as me. I wriggle my hand between us, take hold of his cock, and give him a firm stroke.
He chokes out a pleasured sound I’ll remember for all my years.
He sits up enough to grab my cock and give me the same treatment. It’s so good my eyes roll and my lids flutter.
Together, we work each other into a frenzy. My chest heaves. My balls draw tight. I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. Now that it’s here, the sensations are almost too much to bear. Yet I never want this to end.
Ezra watches me with pupils blown wide with desire, his kiss-slick lips shining red. His fangs are on full display, sexy and dangerous. His gaze moves from my eyes to my neck.
Oh!
