Page 146 of Taken By the Fae

I snag his wrist and pull him back to me. “I’m on the pill.”And I don’t want to wait for you to put a condom on.Call me an irresponsible, horny twenty-something. I don’t give a fuck at this very moment. “So long as it still works now that I’m fae?”

“There’s no evidence to the contrary,” he offers in a voice thick with arousal.

“Good. Then fuck me.”

The hunger in his eyes flares. Between one second and the next, Tristan lifts my feet off the shower floor, and before I can make a sound, he sinks into me, morphing my gasp into a choked sound of pleasure.

“My god,” I mutter, wrapping my legs around him as he thrusts, slow and deep.

He pulses inside me, and I clench around him, my mouth muffling the deep groan that tears from his throat as he picks up his pace. My head falls back against the wall, and my lungs need a minute to fill with air before my lips seek his once more. My chest is heaving, my cheeks are flushed; I’m not going to last much longer. The urgency in Tristan’s thrusts and the way his mouth is dominating mine tell me he won’t either.

“Aurora,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Keep going.”

He grunts and thrusts hard, hitting the spot that ignites the frenzy of pleasure inside me.

I cry out my release, the sound quieted by his lips on mine. He follows not long after, holding me close and burying his face in the crook of my neck. Tristan guides me down, keeping his arms around me even as my feet touch the shower tile. He grabs the bottle of shampoo and pours some into his palm before running his fingers through my hair, washing it gently but thoroughly.

I close my eyes at the delicious drowsiness filling me from his touch. It feels fucking amazing. And despite my recent orgasm, my clit is pulsing greedily again as Tristan rinses out the shampoo and switches to conditioner. I lose myself in his touch again, my head spinning with the heat of the shower and the sensations flooding through me.

Once my hair is rinsed out, Tristan pins me against the wall, the length of his body pressed against mine in all the right places. Evidently, his need is yet to be sated.

I meet his gaze, and a grin touches my lips. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I push him back until he's against the wall. Then I surprise us both when I sink to my knees before him, trailing my fingers along his torso.

“Aurora.” His voice is gruff.

I flick my eyes to his face, licking my lips and smirking at the responding rapid beat of his heart. “Mmm?”

His eyes narrow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I offer a flippant shrug. “I’m finding something to do with mysmart mouth.” Dropping my hand to where his cock is standing proud in front of my face, I wrap my fingers around him before sliding my hand up, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Fuck,” he grounds out, leaning back against the wall.

My chest swells with an odd mix of pride and possessiveness, watching him undermytouch. It’s empowering. Heady, even. I apply a bit more pressure, pumping my hand up and down, increasing the pace as his breathing picks up. He curses again when I lean in and flick my tongue along the tip. I slide my fingers up to the hilt, and this time, my lips follow. Inch by inch, I slowly take all of him into my mouth, my eyes watering when he reaches the back of my throat.

He pushes his fingers into my hair, guiding me up and down his cock as it throbs between my lips. “You’ll be my undoing,” he growls.

My pulse surges, my eyes closing as I moan against him.

The muscles in his thighs tighten, and he groans deeply as his cock hits the back of my throat. “Rory,” he murmurs, touching my cheek and making me pause. “I want to come inside you again.”

The heat between my thighs pulses. Parts of me aredefinitelyinto that. I’m aching from getting fucked against the shower wall, but that won’t stop me from doing it another time. Not when Tristan makes it feel so damn good.

He wraps his fingers around my wrists and pulls me up until we’re face to face. Face to chest, anyway, and he kisses my forehead. He reaches over and shuts off the water, grabbing a towel from the pile just outside the shower and wrapping it around my shoulders. Tristan picks me up without warning and shifts to the bedroom, depositing me onto his bed, the towel lost somewhere along the way.

In the space of a heartbeat, he has me beneath him with my wrists pinned to the bed above me. He lines up the head of his cock with my aching entrance, dipping inside teasingly as I try to free my wrists from his grasp. My efforts are half-hearted; part of me enjoys giving him control like this. That thought shoots heat straight to my core, and I attempt to buck my hips to push him inside, but he traps me with his, bearing down hard, which likely would’ve hurt as a human. Now, it’s just fucking hot.

I’m writhing against him, moaning as he thrusts into me with abandon, rolling his hips to hit the deepest, most sensitive spot. “Oh my…yes, right there.”

“Are you close?” he growls.

All I can do is bob my head up and down as I grip the silk sheets on either side of me and give myself over to the flood of sensations consuming my body.

He doubles his efforts, and I see fucking stars. His thrusts hit hard and fast, and when he reaches between us to strum my clit with expert fingers, my vision blurs, my thighs tightening as I clench around him.

“Come for me,” Tristan says in a gruff voice, dipping his face to capture my lips in a demanding kiss.

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