“So it’s okay for you to say you love me but not okay for me to confess my feelings for you.”
He cracks his neck from side to side. When he straightens his shoulders, his features are composed. Any emotion I’d seen in his eyes is gone, replaced by those blue depths that both fascinate and annoy.
“Don’t hide from me, Dante.”
“Don’t try to solve me. I am not a puzzle that you can fit together that quickly.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you. That you’ve broken me, and now no one can put me back together.”
He scoops me up in his arms and for a moment he holds me close. I cuddle into his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin on mine. His body is all around me, and for a second, I let myself pretend that he wants me, that he will always protect me. My belly flutters.
“You’re not broken.” His voice softens.
“No, just mated.” I bite the inside of my cheek.
“I can’t win at this discussion with you, can I?” He eases me into the bath, then perches on the edge.
The water flows over me, seeping into my throbbing core, enveloping my muscles. I lean my head against the rim.
“Hold on.” He touches my shoulder.
I halt, and he slips a folded towel under my neck. He presses my forehead back.
I sigh and close my eyes.
He dips a flannel into the water then runs it over my shoulder, touching the mating wound where he marked me. Pain threads my skin, and I can’t stop the moan that spills from me.
“I am sorry, Starlight, I hadn’t realized how barbaric the mating practices of the Fae are.”
His voice washes over me. Soft. Sensitive. I feel cared for, and protected and cherished, and turned on at the same time. “So are Fae females more hardy, more resistant to…ah! You know.”
“What?” I hear the smile in his voice but refuse to open my eyes. “You know what I mean.” I huff out a breath.
“It’s cute that you can’t even say it aloud.”
I open one eye and stare at him. “Fae cocks. Beautiful, hard, extended Fae cocks which are obviously built differently than human cocks.” My cheeks blaze.
His gaze holds mine, and I can't look away.
The cords of his neck move. He drags the washcloth down over my breasts.
My nipples pucker to hard points. A low curl of heat springs to life in my belly.
“Fae are the most sexual of all species.”
“More than vampires?” I frown and try to avoid thinking of how my body is responding to him all over again. How I am already damp and aching inside for him, while I am still sore from that last surprise when he took me.
“More than shifters or immortals, and yep, more than vampires. We have the best of the vampire anatomy.” He bares his teeth.
“The fangs.” I stretch my hand and trace a finger over his canine.
“And our dicks are structured to give pleasure, too. More than any of the other species.”
Of course my gaze slinks down his chest to where the muscle in question is already erect. I reach out to touch it.
He snakes out his hand to curl his fingers around my wrist. Then he brings it down to draw my fingers over the slit of the distended head that juts up from his groin.
It’s velvety soft, and yet I feel the muscles under it harden, feel the blood rush to the tip.
A growl rumbles from him. A bead of precum oozes out from his dick. I don’t realize I’ve leaned forward, not until my tongue swirls over the slit and I lick it up.
He groans, and his fingers sink into my hair. His fingernails rake over my scalp. Heat shivers down my spine. All my nerve cells seem to fire all at once. I open my mouth and close it over the head, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat.
“So fucking hot.”
I drag my teeth over the head of his cock. He shudders.
“I am beginning to think you like having me at your mercy, knowing that you can make me bend to your will.” His hold on my hair tightens. “Knowing that you can make me do anything you want with just a lick of that hot tongue of yours.”
His words turn me on even more. My core shudders; my pussy weeps.
He lets go of the washcloth, only to drag his fingers down to my breast. He pinches my nipple and stars explode in my head.
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She sucks in her cheeks and her lips squeeze around my cock.
Desire floods my veins. My ears twitch, and my canines drop. “Fuck.”
I should put distance between us.
Should just walk out of here and let her be on her own.
But I’d promised myself I’d take care of her. I’d shot her, then all but hurt her as I had taken her the first time around with no warning. I need to make it up to her.
Her breath sears the sensitive skin of my cock, and the blood rushes to my groin.
I wrap the length of her hair around my palm, then tug. My movements are gentle, yet I exert enough pressure that she peers up at me. “Amaya, you need to let me go or else you’ll never finish this bath.”
She only angles her head and takes me inside, all the way inside her hot mouth so I bump the back of her throat. She gags a little then slips her head back to accommodate the width of my dick.
My balls grow heavy, and the blood surges in my veins. My vision tunnels. And damn, but good intentions only last me so far.
“What are you trying to do?”
I tighten my fingers in her hair. I mean to pull her back but instead I hold her in place, urging her even closer.
She drags her tongue over the rough, ridged underside of my shaft. I hook my finger inside her and drag my fingertip against that sweet, soft core of hers.
Her entire body goes rigid, and her teeth scrape my dick. She cups my balls and squeezes, and I can't stop the groan that tears out of me. Blood rushes to my groin, tension stretching it. My cock strains.
“I’m so close, Gia.”
My vision closes, and everything is reduced to the touch of her mouth around my dick, and my fingers that slam into her, feeling the walls of her channel clench around me, the moisture inside her flowing out.
The scent of our combined arousal bleeds into the air and goes straight to my head. I shoot hot streams of cum into her mouth. She swallows it down.
“So fucking hot, Gia.”
The sight of my cum filling her mouth and overflowing it is more than I can bear.
I tug at her head, and she slides her mouth down the length of my dick, licking the tip. I shudder. Sweat breaks out on my shoulders and runs down my spine. She peers up at me and her silver eyes gleam. A low smile tugs at her mouth. Starlight knows exactly what she is doing to me.
“I am going to make you pay for this.”
She licks her lips. Her core quivers. She’s turned on by my words. Thank fuck.
I yank her head back, then fit my mouth over hers. I lick her lips, and when she parts them, I sweep my tongue inside. Tasting myself in her mouth, on her tongue. A surge of possessiveness grips me. I tear my lips from hers.
“Mine.” A fierce wave of need overwhelms me. “Only mine.”
I bend down and swipe my tongue over the wound on her throat. Her head falls back.
Swiveling around, I squat down next to the tub then drag my fingers down her trembling stomach to plunge my finger into her wet channel.