Page 94 of Taken By the Fae

“Yes,” I breathe.

My head spins when he slips his hand into my panties, and I grip the black silk sheets on either side of me as he slides a finger inside me. His thumb circles my clit while his finger thrusts in and out, making me writhe against the sheets.He takes his time stroking me, stealing my moans as his lips move against mine in a feverish kiss.

Shifting his body, he trails his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. My pulse kicks up when I realize where his mouth is heading. His free hand slides down my side as he moves his lips lower to my stomach while his fingers still move slowly inside of me, eliciting small, soft moans from me. He kisses just below my navel, then lifts his eyes to mine, and I immediately get lost in the depths of lapis lazuli. The sight of him before me almost does me in, and when a smirk touches his lips, my heart races.

In one quick, smooth motion, Tristan pulls my panties off and tosses them aside, lowering himself to comfortably lift my leg over his shoulder. Pausing, he raises a brow at me. An invitation.

I take the cue and lift my other leg. Tristan lowers his gaze to my core, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks. His fingers slow and slide out, making me sigh, but before I can protest, his tongue replaces them. I press my lips together, and my eyes shut on their own accord as he flicks his tongue against my clit.

My next breath sounds more like a moan, and I bite back a string of expletives when he pushes his tongue inside.Holy shit.Doing this has never feltthisamazing before.You’ve also never had Tristan Westbrook’s tongue between your thighs.If I’d known it would feel like this, I don’t think I’d have been able to hold off this long before admitting what I feel for him.

“Tristan…” My hips jerk off the bed, and he chuckles, shooting vibrations straight to my core as he holds me against the mattress. I grip his hair, holding him there while he pulls more moans from me, making my head spin and setting my body on fire.

My breath comes in short, quick gasps, my heart pounding in my chest as my hips grind against him. He flicks his tongue over me once more, thrusting in deep, and I explode, crying out my release.

He presses a kiss to my stomach and gets off the bed, giving me a minute to catch my breath while he steps out of his pants and boxers. My mouth drops open in awe of him.

Sliding his hands up my thighs, he crawls over me and reaches into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on with ease, kissing the corner of my mouth. He tilts my chin until our eyes meet. “You’re still sure?”

“Yes,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.

His leg nudges mine apart as he settles between my thighs. His lips find mine as he leans forward, and I feel him against me. He dips inside of me, and I wince at the discomfort, a reminder that it’s been a while since anything besides my fingers and vibrator have been down there.

“You need to relax, Rory,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek. “Let me in.”

I take a deep breath and let it out, allowing my muscles to unclench. He slides in a bit more, groaning as he rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re so tight.” He pushes in farther before sliding almost all the way out. When he thrusts back in, it steals my breath, and he doesn’t move for several beats. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe.

He slides out, then fills me again, making me clench around him. “Fuck, Rory,” he groans.

A few more thrusts and the discomfort dissolves into a pleasant fullness. He quickens his pace, making me moan, and kisses the pulse at my throat.

“That’s it,” he encourages, reaching between us to tease my clit with his thumb. He thrusts a few more times, and the pressure builds again. My head spins with pleasure as he thrusts into me again and again until everything tightens, and I come hard, moaning his name.

“You still with me?”

“Always,” I murmur, still basking in the aftershocks.

Tristan grips my hips and drives into me hard and fast, changing his pace every few thrusts. Some are deep and slow, others quicker. His eyes shut as he groans, the sound rumbling in his chest, and seals his mouth over mine, kissing me sweetly.

I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, and we pull each other closer, our lips battling for control with each stroke, each thrust, until Tristan reaches his own climax, growling deep in his throat.

Our heavy breathing mingles as we break away slightly. He takes his time sliding out of me and gets off the bed. “I’ll be right back,” Tristan says, still a little breathless, and less than a minute later, he’s lying next to me again, his head propped on his hand. His grin is wicked. “We should’ve done that the night we met. I could’ve won you over a long time ago.”

I roll my eyes and push him clear off the side of the bed, smiling at thethudhe makes hitting the floor.

He gets up, unfazed, and kisses my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”

I flick a glance in his direction, unable to stop the smile from touching my lips. “Nothing could ruin what we just did.”

We lie together in silence. The only sound is our quiet, steady breathing. Tristan traces slow circles on my shoulder with his finger, lulling me into a sleepy, content state. He pulls the sheet across my naked body and wraps his arm around my waist. Despite the number of times I’ve slept beside Tristan in this bed, anticipating this day, it is so much more satisfying than I imagined.

At this moment, there are no seelie or unseelie fae. There’s only us, and that’s all I want.

ChapterTwenty-Six

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