Page 41 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
He flashed his dimples at me, “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, my love.”
He carried me from the wall this time, crossing the chamber with a careful strength, laying me down on his large bed near the hearth. The firelight danced across his bare skin, casting golden shadows as he hovered over me, eyes drinking me in like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
This time, when he touched me, it wasn’t rushed. His fingertips traced every inch of me as though reacquainting himself with something sacred. Our kisses were slower, deeper, and full of the emotions we hadn’t dared speak aloud until now.
We made love—not just a collision of heat and urgency, but something more.
His mouth worshipped every part of me. Every sigh that escaped my lips was echoed by his own, as if we were breathing the same air, lost in the same fevered rhythm.
I moaned as he slid in and out of me, his cock unbelievably hard, his pace mirrored the tides pull, drawing me in with every wave.
He whispered my name like it was a vow, his hands never leaving my skin, as if he could anchor me there forever.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, burying my face in the curve of his neck. We moved together in perfect sync, letting the waves of pleasure rise again, this time laced with meaning, with a love so fierce it hurt.
My body started to hum, ready to explode again, just as he lifted my leg to his shoulder and brought his fingers to my sensitive bud.
“Tell me,” He thrusted hard, “Tell me you’re mine,” another thrust that made my eyes roll back.
“Yes! Yes, I’m yours, Fintan.”
He moved his fingers with delicate grace along my clit as he pounded into me faster. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin.
He sought pleasure frommypleasure.
“I love you so much,” He moaned in my ear as he dropped my leg and exploded inside of me.
And when we came undone, it wasn’t just our bodies—it was our hearts, laid bare and burning.
He collapsed beside me, breathless, arm curling around my waist as he pulled me against his chest. I rested there, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat slowly return to calm.
“I meant it,” he murmured, lips brushing my hair. “Whatever happens next, whatever war we face, I’m yours. Entirely.”
I looked up at him, fingers brushing the side of his face. “And I’m yours,” I said softly. “Even if the world burns around us.”
He smiled—gods, that beautiful smile—and pulled me in for one last kiss.
And in that quiet space, with the fire crackling beside us and the storm of our bodies finally stilled, I felt it for the first time.
Peace.
Love.
And the terrifying, beautiful certainty that everything had just changed.
Chapter Twelve
The forest flew past me in a blur of emerald and gold, sunlight piercing through the canopy in glittering beams that dappled the moss-covered floor. The air was rich with the scent of pine and wildflowers, fresh and sharp in my lungs as I leapt over a fallen tree, landing silently on the balls of my feet.
Eryn was just behind me. I was faster, moving like a ghost through the underbrush.
Fae’s speed was exhilarating. Addicting. The wind whipped through my hair as I pushed to stay ahead of her, my heart pounding not from exhaustion, but from the sheer thrill of it.
Birds burst from the trees as we passed, their wings flapping in startled protest. We were deep in the Highgrove woods now, far from the castle, surrounded by towering oaks older than the first war.
“Faster!” I called back to Eryn with a grin, my voice barely winded. “You’re getting lazy!”
“Lazy?!” She barked back with a half-laugh, vaulting over a rock and keeping stride. “You’re the one cheating with wind magic!”
