“So wet. Do you want me here?”
I nod, knowing he can see me in the dark.
“Too bad. You’re going to have to come for me, princess. Show me how much you want it.”
His hand works in and out again, stretching me, readying me, and making a fullness, a feeling of intense pressure, join the pleasurable sensations already building in my body.
He kisses my other breast, then up to my neck and shoulders, torturing every sensitive little spot as his fingers continue to mercilessly thrust.
I never thought my body could feel so many sensations, so close to the edge on so many fronts.
His fingers make a little come-hither motion inside me, once I’m practically sobbing against my gag, and I come as his thumb comes up to stroke my clit, blending all the sensations together as I go over the edge.
I’ve never felt anything like it, my eyes going wide as my sex clenches around his fingers, and my whole body roils with pleasure.
Waves of pure delight, heightened by just the slight bit of fear in the darkness with the bonds.
And then suddenly his ropes release and I can scream his name, wrap my arms around him, and pull him in tightly against me, kiss him through the rest of my release.
He smiles, and the room slowly lightens. “How are you doing, princess?”
I can’t breathe. I keep panting whenever I try to get words straight. Looking around the room, I can’t even believe I’m in the same place.
For a moment, all that existed was pleasure and darkness.
I put a shaky hand up to cup Tanner’s face, loving that I’ve just seen another facet of him.
He really is perfect for me.
“Did I go too far?” He winks. “Just far enough?”
“You know goddamn well you didn’t go too far,” I say, sitting up slightly, legs still parted, my body utterly naked. I sigh. “Now how do I use my powers to do that to you?”
He frowns. “That wouldn’t do anything for me, given that I prefer to be the giver.”
I grin. “Yeah, I guess I can’t picture that.” I run my hands up through my hair, almost moaning just thinking about what he just did. “It’s a lot to handle.”
His grin gets heated again, his black eyes flashing in the light from the window.
I’m glad I can see his face at least, the hard planes of his cheeks and jaws, the sensitive look of his big, sparkling eyes.
And now I notice the dark hair flowing down over his shoulders.
I gasp as I look up, seeing wings.
“Sorry,” he says, shrugging those magnificently wide shoulders. “It seems I can’t hold back with you.” He glances up. “Thank heavens for tall ceilings.”
I giggle, reaching up to put my arms around him, trying to pull him in against me. “Thank heaven for you.”
“I didn’t come from heaven,” he says, licking up the shell of my ear, making me giggle. “But I’m happy to be there now, with you.”
I gasp at the sweetness of his words, tangling my hand in his hair, enjoying the wild locks there.
“So while I loved showing you a taste of the way I sometimes would like to do things with you, all sensation and pleasure, right now I just want to bond with you. Keep the lights on, keep your hands free, look at your face, and know you can see mine.”
I nod eagerly, so hungry I can almost taste him inside me.
But I’m not just hungry for more pleasure, as I already felt like I was buried under an amazing landslide of it.
I’m hungry to feel more of him. To be close with him. To join with him.
I feel my bonds now, swirling inside me, moving out to join with his, making it feel like we are the only things that exist in the universe.
The only things that matter to each other.
In this moment, he isn’t worried about his kingdom, and I’m not thinking about my job or the office.
We’re just two people in love, despite the tiny chances of finding each other in this universe, from two different worlds but so similar in the desires of our hearts.
“God, I want you,” I rasp up at him.
His eyes go dark with pleasure. “Your wish is my command.”
I brush his hair back from his handsome face. “So I command the prince of darkness?”
He smirks, raising one eyebrow. “In this? Yes. Because here, when we’re together, you can have anything you want from me. You’re the only one I want. Your pleasure is my only desire. And when you come again, screaming my name out, our bond will only be stronger, and you’ll be that much closer to being mine.”
I’m so wet still, and I wiggle my hips against him, making him groan as he moves into position, carefully propping himself up over me with his hands as his tip brushes my entrance.
My hands reach up to hold his shoulders, and I part my legs slowly, looking up at him with an invitation in my fiery blue eyes.
He responds, shoving into me with one hard thrust that is just what my body has been aching for.
It’s almost slightly painful with the fullness because he’s just so damn thick and hard, but that spot he was curling his finger against is already on fire in a good way again. I moan and squirm, just begging him for more.
He moves in that delicious little spiral again, then pulls out until his tip hooks against me, brushing up against the front of my vagina. When he plunges back in, his thickness rubs me perfectly, and I have to bite my lip to hold back.
“So good,” I moan out, lost to everything but the feeling between us.
But then I look up into his eyes as he strokes out and then in again, studying my face and my body, making waves of pleasure build inside me, and I’m lost for a moment in just how beautiful he is.
How much better life has been with him around.
How much I now can’t picture life without him.
I arch back as pleasure rushes through me, and Tanner quickly jerks in response, his whole body going tight, each muscle flexing as he gasps out my name.
“Eva, Eva, so beautiful.” His eyes manage to open and meet mine, and I do the same, despite the pleasure making me want to roll my eyes back. “You’re mine. I love you. Mine.”
“I love you too,” I say as the last wave of pleasure chokes my breath off, making every nerve in my body feel on fire. “Yours. And you’re mine.”
“Yours,” he says, and his head finally falls forward as the last contraction jerks through him.
“Oh,” he says, eyes widening as he looks down at me. He pulls out, then gently reverses our position, setting me atop him as my body is still trying to gasp for more air.
My heart is so bonded that it only made everything feel stronger.
“Your wings,” he says, looking up in awe as his hands cup my waist. “Look at them.”
I feel like I’m about to pass out as I look up slowly and see glowing white and blue fire rising up above each of my shoulders. Tall and bright. I reach up to touch but only feel something silky and cool, which I suppose is magic.
“You’re an ice fae,” he says, grinning. “Very powerful.”
“That’s amazing,” I say, still shaken from even seeing them. “What do I do now?”
He sits up, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in to kiss him, and as my body calms, as I sink into the gentle, affectionate kiss, I slowly feel my body relax. The intensity in me begins to retreat, and before long, I’m letting out a sigh of relief, looking up to see my wings are no longer above me.