Page 135 of Curse the Fae

All for me.

My mouth tingles. I slide my fingers over Elixir’s thighs and clutch his hips. Above me, his exhalations turn gritty and uneven. That’s the final encouragement as I dip my head.

My tongue comes out and drags up his cock in a single, prolonged lick. An inarticulate noise grates from Elixir’s mouth. Around me, his body tenses, then melts as my tongue climbs to the underside, then repeats the motion, then rolls over the head.

The apex of my tongue traces the slit, and salt dissolves on my palate, and a moan skitters from his mouth. I tease him like this repeatedly, swirling his crown until he’s panting, his groans as rough as sand.

I glimpse him clutching the rim with one hand, the veins popping in his wrist. His spine is bowed, and his head lulls back, and his free hand descends into my hair. He cups my head but lets me explore, lets me sample every inch of his hard flesh.

His moans wet me anew. I need more of him, so much more. The second my lips strap around his length, Elixir’s body jolts.

“For fuck’s sake, Cove,” he gushes.

My name is a plea, a surrender. Spurred on, my mouth rushes over him. I exert pressure and suck in his entire length, suctioning around his cock and stroking it to the brink. My head bobs, guided by the speed and depth of his moans while the ruler of this river, the lord of water Fae, my captor, my friend, my lover, shakes like a droplet, yielding his power and growling into the caverns.

He arches forward, holds my scalp with his free hand, and juts his hips, his cock meeting my open lips. We work together, sinking him deeper. Each wild howl into the void motivates me to do irreparable damage, to empty him of any other sensation but this.

Elixir watches, groaning as my tongue alternates between gliding up his length and etching that sensual incision across the engorged head. His body tightens, almost there, almost there. His moans of pleasure become fractured, unwieldy, and helpless.

That’s it. Lose it like a villain.

So, he does. Elixir goes still, then convulses with a final shout.

His joints contract, his body quaking. I moan with him, consuming his release, a stream of heat pouring down my throat. Like he’d drained me, I drain him back.

The water lord buckles onto the landing, but only for a second. I’ve barely lifted my head when a pair of hands catches and wrenches me out of the river.

I yelp. Elixir stands while planting me on the landing, water spilling around our feet. He mutters something in Faeish, then claims my mouth while ushering me into the corridor. With our lips welded together, we stumble through the passages, occasionally plastering ourselves against the walls to feast on one another.

“In the water.” He nips my throat. “On the grass.”

“In the tunnels.” I lick the peak of his ear. “In bed.”

“Against the wall.” He snags on my caftan and yanks it down my body. “Atop a table.”

“Everywhere,” I agree, my breasts mashing against his chest. “Every way.”

“Never fucking enough,” he vows.

We flounder naked down the halls, finally making it past a cave entrance bordered in reeds. The pond glistens with its blue sheen, and the pearlescent lilies glow from their floating pads. We hadn’t known, but it appears the flood has spared this place, apart from the cave’s sodden state and a few chunks of uprooted shrubs.

Elixir presses his forehead to mine and walks me backward. He flicks his wrist, inciting a swifter cascade from the pond’s rear foundation. The deluge tumbles from the same overhang beneath which I’d found Elixir stroking himself, where I’d touched him, where I had finished what he’d started.

My heart beats a hectic percussion in my chest. My core is drenched and yearning to be filled.

Elixir must know, because he maneuvers me quicker. He steers me under the waterfall, which splatters over us. I move in sync with him, pressing my back flush against the spongy facade, where a portion of the torrent races down.

Our pace is feverish and impatient. Panting, I clamp onto Elixir’s shoulders as he hoists me off the ground. My thighs spread around his waist, my ankles linking beneath his solid buttocks. My nipples pit into his chest, my knees steeple high, and my entrance pulsates with want.

His prick nudges between mine, and he slants my hips, the angle a prelude to how deeply he plans to reach. I whine as his cock poises at my opening, the scantest of touches sending blasts of heat to that place. My cleft throbs like a pulse point.

Suddenly, Elixir gives me a tender kiss, light and brief. His lips pause there, rest there—and his hips vault upward. His cock pitches high and hot into me. I cry out, the impact jostling me upward, the force of it sprawling me wider.

Elixir keeps his mouth on mine and withdraws, then slams in again. I whimper louder, the wet clutch of my body fastening around him, sucking him in.

Without making a sound, Elixir braces our parted lips together and whips into me again, and again, and again. With controlled motions, his waist undulates between my thighs, my walls drenching him to the hilt. Desperate moans vault from my throat. Other than a twitch of his face, his expression remains fixed, concentrating on my reactions, on the noises I make, on the way I cling to him, maneuver with him.

Elixir veers back to watch, which tilts me at a greater angle. I cling to his nape as his cock pitches into me, fucks steadily into me. His hips circle, grinding me into the mossy walls and hitting an unbearable spot. The tip of his shaft probes there, and his waist shoves between my thighs, which begin to shake.

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