Page 61 of Nightmare's Dance

“Nic healed you, dumbass. He also helped me rescue you. He’d figured out we were together, and he still helped. I don’t think he’s planning on killing you after he went through all that to get you out of Nightmare castle.”

Geraint pulled his leg from between mine. I growled at its absence. Instead of giving me what I wanted, my knight shoved me around until my chest was pressed against the cold tile. Then he kicked my feet apart, holding me so I didn’t slip and fall. He pressed his hard cock against my ass.

“And you think he’s going to let us stay together after this?” Genuine curiosity mingled with the anger in Geraint’s voice. “Because I don’t want to live without you. It’s actual possible I literally can’t.”

My knight reached between my legs and rubbed a little more roughly than he normally did. He shoved his fingers into me, and I gasped, squirming while he stroked me on the inside.

“Yes,” I gasped out. “I’m pretty sure that’s his plan.” I mewled as Geraint made good use of his talented fingers. He brought me right to the edge before pulling his fingers away.

I cried out in frustration.

“Geraint—” I ended his name in a squeak as he slammed his cock into me. “Fuck…”

“If you want me to stop, tell me.” His voice was carefully neutral now, like he didn’t care.

“Geraint,” I tried again, gasping as he thrust into me from behind. “Yes, fuck it, I want you. I’ve never stopped wanting you, even when I found out about Nightmare and Nic and the rest. You’re the love of my life. How could I not want you?”

“You’re in love with a being created for you,” he pointed out.

“Well, if you think about it, that should have been an obvious outcome of the situation,” I said, though the building pressure in my core was short circuiting my brain. “You are literally perfect for me.” I cried out as my orgasm hit me. We almost never went for more than a day without having sex. I couldn’t imagine how Geraint was holding out, but he didn’t stop thrusting into me, and I squirmed on his cock, too sensitive.

Geraint put a hand on my shoulder, holding me still, shoving me down to meet his thrusts.

“What I need to know,” I gasped, “is if you actually want me? You may be perfect for me, but am I actually what you want?”

“Of course I want you,” he gritted out, voice breaking. Either he was close to coming, or he was fighting off emotion. “Even though I know it’s going to get me killed, the only thing I want is you. I want you crying out my name while you writhe on my cock. I want you flying in my arms as we perform. I want everything we’ve had together, but that’s all going to change now, isn’t it?”

My body contracted as I came again. “Geraint,” I shouted.

“Yes, Spark?”

“I want everything we have, too. Please give this a chance to work itself out.”

He pressed his chest against my back, his beard prickling my neck as he leaned in, his lips going to the other side of my throat. “We’ll see. Don’t get your hopes up.” He bit me again. This time I expected it, and I arched backward, accepting the pain. It sent jolts of pleasure all the way to my core where Geraint filled me.

“I love you,” I said when he went back to kissing my neck instead of leaving his mark on me.

Geraint froze for a moment, before resuming his thrusting a bit more gently. He dropped his hand to my clit, stroking.

“Shall we try for three?” he asked, almost playfully now.

“Three’s a good number,” I murmured, head swimming from the mix of endorphins and emotions swirling through me.

The pressure in my core built to a precipice. “Geraint,” I said urgently. “I’m coming.”

He sent me over the edge and stiffened, gasping as he spilled himself inside me. I trembled in my knight’s arms, and he held me until I had a chance of standing on my own without falling over.

“I love you too, Spark,” he finally whispered.

Geraint

Memories

“Don’t do it, Knight.” Robby sipped his fruity drink and stared at me while I stared at Ember. She flirted with a couple of guys shamelessly.

I tightened my grip on the whiskey I nursed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my spark.

“Let her have her fun with other mortals. The princes will come for her soon enough.”

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