“Oh, Leannán. Have I told you how much I missed you?”
Once I’ve thrown my nightgown somewhere behind me, I grab my bare boobs, pressing them together, squeezing the mounds. They feel so hot, so heavy, and I giggle when his gold eyes lock on my chest.
I’ve never been shy. Not when it comes to my body or my sexuality. Rys might only be my second lover ever, but that’s because—even if I can’t trust him—I trust him not to take advantage of me. I trust him to put me first. I trust him to take care of me.
Carefully, he lifts me up so he’s standing. As gently as possible he lays me down, his gentlemanly actions at odds with the hunger he allows me to see. After nuzzling both of my tits, he trails his lips down my belly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on top of my panties.
His hot breath has me squirming. Even with the scrap of fabric separating his mouth from my clit, it has me clutching his comforter. I start to widen my legs, trying to get closer to him, but Rys stays me with a caress on my thigh.
“Let me get rid of those first,” he murmurs, looping one of his fingers beneath the band of my panties. He begins to ease them off. I lift my ass, making it easier for him.
Seconds later, he’s removed his sleep pants, leaving him as gloriously naked as I remember.
I want that dick. And I want it now.
The first time we ever slept together, Rys teased me so mercilessly that I basically had to command him to stop going down on me and get inside of me. If I let him, I know that he’ll do that again and, normally, I’d be a-ok with that. If I had all the time in the world, I’d worship his beautiful dick with my mouth and only stop to worry about my knees way later.
But that was if I had all the time in the world.
Rys might have given in to temptation, but how long will it last?
I have to make this count.
I grab him by the chin. His golden eyes shine, drinking my mischievous smile in as I tilt my head back. It’s an invitation to another kiss and, after running his finger up my slit, proving to both of us how hot and wet and ready I already am, he shifts his body, accepting my kiss.
He knows what I’m doing, too. Honestly, he has to. As I open my mouth to him, allowing him to kiss me as deeply as he can, he covers his body with mine. Did he mean to line us up perfectly? I don’t know, but I’d bet on it. His hard cock digs into my stomach even though he’s not exactly lying on top of me; it’s that long, that thick, that hard that it bob and pokes. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around the base. My legs are already as wide as I could make him. Before he can stop me, I place the tip of his cock against my entrance and let his weight push him the rest of the way in.
His eyes fly open. A look of surprise mixed with pure pleasure crosses his face. He looks stunned. I move my hips, seating him all the way inside of me. I watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he keeps his body immovably still.
Oh, no.
We can’t have that.
I slip my hand out from between us and, without really thinking about what’s going to happen next, I slap his ass.
Holy. Shit.
Not only is Rys hung like a fucking horse, but he also reacts like one. One slap and the surprise is replaced by a sexy look of determination. His eyebrows draw together. His forehead doesn’t furrow—the fae are too perfect to have any kind of wrinkles mar their face—but I can tell a second before he lets go that this is going to be amazing.
And it is.
When I come down from my first orgasm, I realize that I’ll do anything to keep this male for myself. Not because his touch is like Spanish Fly on steroids or because the sex is fucking amazing, but because this is Rys, the Seelie who’s sacrificed everything for me, who cares about me, who loves me as much as he can, but doesn’t think he can have me.
I don’t care about what he gave up to escape prison. If it wasn’t for me in the first place, he’d still be in his cell. He never wanted to leave. I begged him and I bugged him and this is all my fault.
And I will do whatever I have to to fix it. So long as I can keep Rys for myself.
“I…” Panting, my legs quaking as the last jolts of pleasure rush through me, I try again. “I… I was thinking—”
“Leannán, if you can still think, then I think I’ve done something wrong. Here.”
He pounds into me, trying another angle. It feels so good, but Rys isn’t done yet. I swallow a groan as he reaches between our bodies. He finds my clit, plucking it masterfully, playing it like it’s a damn violin or something. I can feel another orgasm building and, struggling to hold onto my thoughts, I give myself over to it.
Right as it crashes into me, Rys lets out a soft gasp, his body tightened for a moment
before he increases his strokes even more. That same look of surprise mingled with amazement crosses his face as he finishes right behind me.
But, just because Rys has come, he’s not quite done. After brushing my sweat-soaked hair away from my forehead, he presses his against mine, his body bowed over me, his cock still fitted snugly inside of me.