Page 88 of Curse the Fae

A squeak pipes from my lips when Elixir cups my buttocks and hoists me to the surface. Humid air caresses my skin. He palms my thighs and spreads them, his hands bracing me wide, so that my core floats exposed.

His teeth graze my earlobe. “Savor how the air touches you. Inhale the pond’s scent. Listen to the water’s direction and the cave echoing. Feel yourself amidst this land. Feel yourself naked and filling this space. Do you feel it?”

My sigh is tremulous. “I do.”

Like this, the atmosphere combs through the patch of hair between my legs. My clit throbs from the shift in temperature and the way my folds splay open, bare and swollen.

Elixir’s timbre floods my ear. “Will you trust the darkness?”

My hands reach backward to clamp his nape. “I will.”

His answering hum skates across my jaw. With that, he swims me to the slender cascade and hovers me beneath it. Or rather, he settles my core beneath the stream.

At the first drop of water on my folds, I arch in surprise. A pleasured gasp lurches off my tongue. “Oh, my Fables.”

“Feel it,” he urges, his tongue swabbing the flesh of my neck. “Open your pretty cunt for it. Let the darkness taste you.”

Whimpers dash from my throat. The narrow trickle of water pours onto me, beating gently on my cleft and leaking down. The contact produces a liquid friction that has me aching, because this feels too wonderful.

My thighs tremble and split wider. I dig my fingernails into Elixir’s skin for leverage, his hair tickling my knuckles. My backside grinds and lifts, wanting more.

The water soaks my walls, dripping down the slot. I gyrate beneath the onslaught and follow the sensations blindly. The nub protruding from the center of my body swells, needing to make contact. I angle my hips, elevating the kernel of nerves beneath the cascade, and cry out.

The stream taps gently at that spot, relentlessly hitting every spark. My blood crackles to life, my cries hardening and growing in volume. In the background, I hear Elixir groaning, feel his palms spanning my rear, feel him bobbing me up and down, creating more friction, more rhythm.

Endlessly, the water abrades that crest of sensation, drenching it, patting it. I cling to Elixir. Together, we drive my body into the water, my legs sprawling, my clit pounding.

Elixir curses and plants my feet flush against a wall I hadn’t known stood before us. The foundation braces my movements, allowing me to intensify the motions and go wild. I lash upward, and the stream lashes downward, the pressure building.

Then it happens. The wave crests and crashes, rapture bursting at the seams and coursing through my veins. I flake apart, shattering into particles. My inner walls pulsate, the climax wrenching an endless moan from my mouth. I shout, pleasure infusing every fiber of my being.

Then I collapse, sinking into Elixir’s embrace. I whine, depleted as he wheels me around and scoops me into his arms. My legs hook around his waist, and his viper tail swishes, keeping us aloft.

My head sags on his shoulder, and I taste freshwater and wine on his skin. We pant, our chests brushing. Elixir drags his fingernails down my spine, making me shiver.

I let my eyelids fan open and tow my head upright to meet his gaze, except it’s too dark, liquid black surrounding us. All I see are rings of gold. We map each other out, our fingers scaling into one another’s hair. Our foreheads crumple together, and our mouths slant, exchanging pants—which surges into a kiss.

With haggard breaths, our mouths launch into it. His tongue plies the seam of my lips and flexes into me, his mouth crushing mine. I keen and vault against him, my breasts mashing into his torso.

Our lips fuse and fold. My tongue whips into his, lapping up the taste of him, the heat of him.

I nip his bottom lip, making Elixir quake and heft me closer. He anchors my body higher, so that I straddle him and bear down on the kiss while our hands destroy one another’s hair, knifing through the roots and tugging. Elixir braces the back of my skull, his lips driving against mine. I consume every rasp and muffled curse.

My legs tighten around his waist, my heels hooking above the smooth viper scales. A bulge swells where his pelvis should be, and I realize his mast is rising from the tail, able to separate from it. He’s been erect the whole time.

It should be over, but it’s not. He’s still hard, and I’m still wet.

We wrench our lips apart and move simultaneously. Elixir clutches my buttocks and pivots his waist deeper between my legs while I spread my thighs astride him, our outtakes erratic and impatient. I cradle him in the split of my thighs, heat brimming where his crown nocks against my entrance.

I whimper at the tease of contact, his tip grazing the slot. Elixir hums, kicks his hips, and skims the head over the tiny root of my core. Ecstasy and frustration clash, prompting me to grind myself into his lap.

We move wordlessly, helplessly, desperately. In unison, we fasten ourselves around each other—and he pitches into me.

Elixir’s cock lunges through my folds and sinks inside, my walls sucking him deeply. My cry collides with his moan. I can’t see it, but I feel our mouths falling open and hovering an inch from another.

The wet clamp of my body seals around his length. And just like that, we’re bucking. I bound atop the Fae, his thickness plying through me, his cock striking high and withdrawing completely before sliding back in. My moans echo the harsh beat of his hips, the snapping tempo of his abdomen as he works himself into me, fucks so deftly into me.

The tempo’s brisk and fluid. Water buffets our movements, sloshing into us.

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