Page 90 of By the Fae

Goodbye.

Because if I didn’t say goodbye soon, I’d never be able to say it.

It simply did not bear thinking about. It was better to cast her off the line, set her free, let her find a human man to fall in love with. They could live a full life, make babies, grow old together.

Grow old. Together.

Something between a growl and a sob escaped my throat.

Holly dug her fingers into my ass cheeks, urging me to move. I didn’t realise time hadn’t frozen with me. I would let myself have this one weekend with her.

And after that, there could be no more Holly and Goldie.

I obeyed her commanding touch. Slow, savouring thrusts. That sweet, biting drag. The blissful hiss of her breath as I bore in further and further. Her supple, warm, human body, pliant beneath me. She cradled my neck, and gazed unfocused eyes into unfocused eyes, and I lost everything to the moment. Myself, my senses, my sensibilities.

Holly’s hands raked over my ass, my hips, up my back, my shoulders, my arms. Fingernails dug in. Trying to stop myself from exploding too soon became my new favourite brand of torture. My fingers interlocked with hers, and I brought her hands above her head. I needed to watch her as she came undone. She panted into my mouth, frantic staccato breaths. I drank them down. More, I wanted more. I wanted it all.

I wasn’t sure when my pace had reached piston levels. I only knew I was no longer in control, not this time.

Had I ever had control when it came to Holly?

Tremors began. In her pussy, snaking up my cock, into my muscles, into my very bones. Her sex clung to me, tighter and tighter, as though, it too, knew this was goodbye.

Holly’s words became a choppy mess. “Goldie. This is—Gods—I’m gonna—Are you . . .”

“Holly,” I said, pulling apart just enough to look into her eyes. I really could not go any longer. “Can I come inside you?”

She nodded, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

“Is that okay?” I said on an inward breath.

“Yes, Goldie. Fu—Fuck, yes. Do it. I need you.”

I slipped my hand between our bodies, my thumb against her clit, and I ground over it furiously. In an instant, she broke. Her back arching, inhumanly lifting us both out of the water. Her head fell back. Eyes closed. My name screamed like a benediction.

“Holly, baby girl,” I said as I followed her over the peak. My forehead dropped to hers, our open mouths grazing each other’s. Our moans mixed. Hot, damp, sweaty. My muscles seized, and I emptied myself inside her, hitting her walls over and over with my hot release.

Afterwards, I tried to move off her, lie beside her, but she held me firm. Firmer than I would ever have thought possible.

“Goldie?” She trailed her fingers up my jawline and scissored them through my hair.

My breath stilled.

It was like everything had been a race until this point, and now time had stopped.

We laid heartbeat against heartbeat. The same rhythm. So in sync.

And I froze.

She was going to say it. Those three words. Words I dreaded with every fibre of my being. I could feel them hanging in the air all around us. I shut my eyes, braced for the impact.

“I . . .” she began.

I squeezed them tighter.

“Goldie, I . . .”

Don’t say them. I can’t handle it. I’m not strong enough.

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