Page 61 of Bound to the Fae Assassin

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he rasped.

But as he pressed himself slowly inside, even the pinch of pain couldn’t compare with the sweet sensation of knowing he was hers now and she was his.

After a moment of agony, he was fully seated inside her. She felt so full, the pain quickly melting away into something deliriously pleasant.

“Farrow?” he murmured through a clenched jaw, his eyes darkening.

She felt magic sizzling under her skin, though she had not called on it.

“Blackthorn,” she moaned.

Ecstasy pulled at her like gravity, beckoning, shimmering just out of reach.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

But she was too frantic to speak. She jogged up her hips, trying to chase the rapture he withheld.

“Gods,” Blackthorn growled, surrendering at last and moving inside her.

Pleasure radiated out through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would help her contain it.

Flashes of color went off behind her eyelids as he plunged into her again and again.

Farrow felt as if she were being held taut between heaven and hell as the sensations surged through her.

“Please,” she whimpered again.

Blackthorn slid a hand between them to toy with her little jewel.

For an instant, she felt like she was flying.

Then the pleasure pulled her down in wave after wave of unspeakable rapture.

“Farrow,” Blackthorn roared.

She felt him throbbing and jetting inside her as she clenched and tightened around his rigid girth, her own pleasure extended by his as he filled her with his essence.

The sweet delirium seemed to go on and on.

At last, it released them, and he collapsed on her chest, cradling her cheek in his hand once more.

Farrow panted under his weight, feeling so happy she thought she might burst. Everything was the same, but somehow it felt different. The air seemed sweeter, the moonlight more radiant, the…

“Whoa,” she whispered in awe.

“What is it, my love?” he asked, rolling off her to follow her eyes.

The beautiful potted plants by the windows had unfurled, growing out of their pots, bright green leaves bristling.

“Did you do that?” he breathed.

“Not on purpose,” she told him as she slipped off the settee to admire the glossy greenery. “I felt magic bubbling inside me, but I didn’t realize I let it out.”

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, joining her to admire the tiny jungle she had created.

But she only had eyes for him now.

And he was gazing down at her, his gray eyes blazing with want all over again.

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