Page 70 of Conquering the King of Storms

Screams tore through me as he roared his pleasure, the noises whisked away in the wind as we shattered together. The air in the room was thick and demanding, and strong enough to keep the little sleeping ears safe.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck,” I panted, clutching Sirus’s heaving chest to mine. My fingers were still clenched in his hair, and my ass still hanging off the counter.

His fingers were wrapped around my ass, holding on to it like it was anchoring him to the world. His erection was still buried deep inside me. For the first time in my life, sex hadn’t felt like sex; it had felt becoming a whole new fucking person.

Suddenly, I understood the old-fashioned term of two becoming one.

My eyes stung. “That was incredible.”

“It was so fucking much more than that.” His breath was on my ear, one of his hands sliding up to my hair and tangling inside it. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you, love.”

“You didn’t hurt me. The countertop might have, but you—”

He cut me off by pulling away abruptly, and eyeing the deep red marks the counter had left on my ass.

I laughed softly. “They’ll probably bruise, but that’s fine. It’s better than fine. Just hold me.”

He grumbled unhappily, but pulled me back into his arms and held me to his chest fiercely.

Aaaand lifted my ass off the counter as he did.

“Next time one of us gets hurt, it sure as fuck better be me,” he murmured into my ear, his voice so gravelly it made me shiver.

“Mmkay.” I tucked my face against his neck.

He felt so good against me. I hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to make me feel like that. So…alive.

And so happy, it was unreal.

“You’re sure I wasn’t drugged, right?” I whispered to him.

His teeth dragged against my earlobe, and I shuddered. His erection throbbed lightly inside me, making my toes curl. “Extremely fucking sure.”

“Do fae guys get soft between sex sessions?” I whispered.

He scoffed. “Why would we do that?”

“I don’t know. Earth guys do.”

“Then you can add that to the list of reasons we’re superior.” He sucked lightly on my earlobe as I laughed softly. “You have a beautiful laugh, Sway.”

“Thanks.” My face warmed a bit, right against his neck. “You have a beautiful cock.”

He snorted with laughter, and I did too.

“I’m glad you like my stupid humor. Most people don’t get it,” I whispered to him.

“Good. I prefer them clueless to your charm, so I can keep it for myself.” He walked me into the shower, turning on the water. I braced myself for the cold, and was surprised when hot water rained down on my skin. Arching against him, I earned a growl of approval.

“I think I ripped out some of your hair,” I told him apologetically, trying to detangle my hands from the long, silky strands.

“You can rip out as much of it as you want as long as my cock is buried inside you. I’m yours to use as you please.”

My face flushed. “I don’t want to use you.”

“Believe me, I take great pleasure in being used.” His hand slid slowly up my spine, and I shivered again. His erection throbbed inside me, making me want more.

Instead, his hands wrapped around my hips and he slid me up, off of his erection before setting me on my feet.

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