Page 136 of Curse the Fae

My mouth falls open. “Oh.”

“Feel it,” he urges. “Take it.”

I do continuously, tirelessly, thoroughly. We stare at one another while our pelvises thrust, catching a tempo and whisking in tandem. Yet he isn’t nearly close enough, so I roll my hips sensually into his, causing his jaw to unhinge, a haggard groan toppling out of him.

“Cove,” he rasps.

“Elixir,” I keen, then echo similar words he’d offered me earlier. “Does your cock want more?”

“Shit,” he entreats. “Yes.”

I jerk him forward, pinning our eyes together. “Then fuck me more.”

Gold flares in his eyes. A vehement sort of desire scrunches his features. He collides against me, the span of his waist splitting me open, our naked bodies plastered like film.

We charge at one another, the wet slap of skin resounding in my ears. Elixir pounds into me, his length striking into my slickness. Everything is sodden and seamless, hard and hot. My palm spans his buttocks, the dimples contracting, his lower body pumping with abandon.

My cries echo the pace of his cock, the beat of his hips. Elixir bows his head to scrape his teeth over one nipple until it peaks like a stone, and I chant so loudly it echoes through the cave.

He moves to the other nipple, teasing it while his waist pistons upward, slinging into me. Then he sucks on the crook of my neck, and I can’t, I just can’t anymore. I flatten my palm on the mossy mantel above us and use it for balance to swat his firm length.

Elixir hollers into my neck. He grapples an overhead ledge with his free hand and pivots high, meeting me halfway. Like this, I look down at him, he twists his face up to me, and we ride each other.

Everything converges. The waterfall dousing us. The torrent spraying mist at our flesh. The fluid sensation of him stretching me. The pressure building and the bliss escalating.

The rampant sounds of our moans smash together. We crash against the wall and wind ourselves tightly, my breasts squashed to his chest, his abdomen rippling. I take the brunt of his thrusts. The pleasure is so good, and his momentum is so wild, that my legs fall apart.

Elixir won’t have that. He hooks my thighs under his arms and drives into me, his Fae stamina renewed. I sob for him to go faster, harder, deeper. He heeds my request, his cock whipping through my folds in quick, shallow strikes. The result is nothing short of excruciating and spine-tingling, locating an erotic spot that sends me into a tailspin.

“There,” I gasp. “Fuck me there.”

“Yes,” he implores. “Come hard and sweet.”

“Oh…”

“Come with me.”

“I’m…”

“Come now.”

My moans toughen into cries. I shout in tempo with his body, my folds coiling with tension. Elixir growls, and I feel the crown of his prick twitching on the verge of release.

Our mouths fuse. Our tongues tangle. Our breaths merge.

We stall, his cock lodged within me. We teeter, then dash off the edge. We come long and loud, our roars mingling, our walls constricting in a rush of liquid heat.

Regardless, Elixir doesn’t stop. He surges his cock in tune to our climax, the cadence swift and then slowing to a gentle rock. When the tremors subside, his backside ebbs to a halt.

We sink into the wall and heave for air, sweat and mist dripping down our skin. Elixir’s face presses to mine. He’s still hard, and I still want him. But first I need to savor his thumping heartbeat, the heady sound of his rapture, and the gilded caress of his gaze.

We stare at one another, sweeping each other’s hair from our faces and then threading our fingers. Elixir’s brows crinkle in wonder. “Is love always like this? This craving to have you every time I touch you? The touch itself, so euphoric it becomes painful? Both a drug and a cure?”

My heart compresses into a fist, then softens and relaxes. “I don’t know.” I wring my arms around his shoulders. “But I hope so. We’ll find out.”

At last, that smile tugs on his lips. “We shall. Starting now,” he vows right before slanting his hot mouth over mine.

He takes me again, making love to me slower this time. Yet there’s still a tinge of savagery to it, barely contained restraint on our parts.

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