Page 124 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
I quickly kiss my way up her body before I straddle her waist. A deep male satisfaction washes over me as I glimpse the glazed eyes and sheer bliss in them. The same Rhianelle who never lost her composure is unfolding right in front of me.
It’s like witnessing an angel falling from the heavens.
I watch her exquisite face in awe as she comes down from her high. Little fawn is beautiful in every single way imaginable.
“I need you…” she murmurs softly, raising her hand to touch me. But I’m seated on her waist, too far for her to reach. “Svenn, please…”
Listening to her calling for me in that agonized voice utterly destroys me. Her first two orgasms were for her. This one is for me.
I hover over her body, slamming one hand on the bed right beside her head to support my weight.
Panic colors her face when she feels my fingers slipping inside her once again. Nel exhales slowly as her eyes drift close. “If we do that again, I might scream.”
“Do your best not to,” I say.
I drive my fingers mercilessly, loving every anguished noise that escapes her. She whimpers and trembles every time I stroke that sweet secret spot inside her.
“Is this the… punishment?” she finally asks.
I nod, my thumb teasing her bundle of nerves in a lazy swirl. Her delicate lips part as she let out a raspy cry.
Nel’s eyelashes are moist with tears, and I almost feel sorry for her. Too bad they only make my cock harder. Her hands move instinctively to my arm, as if she can stop the savage thrusts.
“People in the camp will hear us…” she whines.
“People will hear you,” I correct her.
She tries to stifle her sounds; her knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets.
“Svenn!” she screams desperately.
“Keep at that, Nel,” I murmur, my voice rough with need. “It’s like you want to be caught.”
She gasps my name once again. Her moans of pleasure are driving me to the edge of insanity. I lean forward to whisper into her ear, “It’s like you want the whole camp to know you’re mine.”
I run my thumb idly over her clit while pushing my fingers to hit that perfect spot. Her inside muscles clench and her eyelashes flutter, the telltale of her imminent orgasm.
Rhianelle is close.
Gently, she nudges on my hand close to her head. Her eyes pleading, begging me to help her muffle her screams.
It’s fucking adorable.
This time I decide to be kind to little fawn. I clamp her mouth with my free hand. The rhythm of my thrusts turns erratic. I plunge my fingers deep while pressing my thumb on her core to bring her to a release.
With a muffled high-pitched moan, her body trembles and her hips buck against me. I love watching her shatter for me, the way her eyes shutter and her toes curl when she is in the heights of her pleasure.
Rhianelle is fucking stunning.
A Goddess.
Her body is still shaking up with the small tremors of her orgasm when she opens up her eyes and gazes up at me with adoration. “You’re mine, Svenn.”
The words shudder through my entire being. I feel like I can’t catch enough breath.
Her trembling hands tangle in my hair, pulling me down to her level. I clench my jaw, relishing in the burn her fingersleave in their wake. She latches her lips on mine desperately. Her tongue delves into my mouth, claiming my heart, my soul, whatever that is left for her to take.
Rhianelle pulls away from the kiss. Taking my jaw in her hand, she stares deeply into my eyes. “I’m ready for you to claim me.”
