Page 133 of Kiss of Fire

“It is more than okay.”

Encouraged, she closed her mouth around him, taking as much between her lips as she could. She moved sensuously up and down his shaft, enjoying the way he felt, the way he tasted. He clutched at the grass and knew he’d never been so hard.

Abruptly he sat up and lifted her away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“On the contrary, my beautiful fae. Much more of that and I would lose all control. And I want to make it last.”

He lay her down among the clover and kissed her. He would never tire of kissing her, he thought. Her lips were like wine to him. He caressed her breasts again, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb until she moaned helplessly into his mouth.

He stroked the curve of her waist, her hip. When he slid his hand between her legs, he found her slick with want. The sensitive little nub at her centre was standing proud, fully engorged. He circled it with his thumb and she gasped, grinding her hips hard.

Slowly, not wanting to rush, he slipped a finger inside her. She was tight. He stilled, worried he was hurting her.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed.

“I do not wish to cause you pain.”

“You’re not. I promise, you’re not.”

She kissed him hard and rocked her hips against his hand. He felt her wetness, her heat, and he was reassured. He took his hand away and positioned himself above her. Her eyes were half closed, her face flushed as he slid into her.

There was a momentary resistance. And then he was buried deep in her silken folds and the pleasure nearly undid him. He fought his natural inclination and remained motionless, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her.

“Are you all right?” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Is this…?”

“Shade.” She kissed his ear. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He thought his heart would burst.

And then she was bucking upwards and he simply couldn’t control his body any longer. He drove into her and she wrapped her legs around him, her hands pressing into his back.

It was as if she was made just for him. They fit together perfectly. He was touching her in all the right places, turning her body into liquid gold.

He pulled her upright and sat her in his lap, kissing her breasts as she undulated against him. Every thrust, every stroke pushed her closer to the brink.

Flames began to ripple up and down her body.

His wings unfurled and he pulled them both into the air, she still impaled upon him. Her throes of ecstasy were almost making him lose his mind. He hovered vertically and pushed her backwards, grasping her by the waist as he plunged into her again and again. She arched her back and he savoured the delicious sight of her laid out before him, open and helpless with desire.

Flames were now coursing along the whole length of her body, tickling him with their heat.

Interesting,he thought.I wonder what will happen when she…?

He ran his hand over her breasts and down towards the point where her body was fused with his. The little knot of pleasure between her legs was erect and swollen, and she moaned in abandon as he stroked his thumb over it in time to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Waves of bliss crashed through her, sensation piling on sensation, building, building, until they reached a crescendo.

And just when she thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better, he changed his angle slightly. And suddenly the tension inside her exploded.

She screamed as she lost control. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as she was wrecked and reformed over and over.

Her climax broke the last remnants of his restraint. He buried himself deep inside her and shuddered in release, groaning in ecstasy as he rode every last earth-shattering second of it.

It took several minutes for his heartbeat to return to normal. And a few more to realise she was no longer holding onto him. His eyes flew open, then widened in disbelief.

Wings of fire had erupted from between her shoulder blades, mirroring the shadow ones on his own back.

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