Page 10 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

The gentle puff of her breaths grew quicker, her hips bucking subtly beneath my mouth. My tongue delved into her, coaxing her to a place of complete surrender.

A place where only I would know the depths of her desires, where only I could satisfy her. It wasn't fair of me, but some primitive piece of my soul got off on her being mine and only mine.

I slowly inserted a finger into her channel, giving her a few seconds to adjust. When her hips rocked, I sucked on the tender flesh of her core like a male possessed.

Raina arched her back, her cry of pleasure filling me with male satisfaction. Quickly, I shifted over her holding myself on my forearms, distracting her with a hot-blooded kiss as I breached her opening.

Raina gasped and I continued rolling my hips between her legs. It was a moment I would never forget, with her eyes locked onto mine, their glowing depths a testament to the fire that nowburned within her. Her tight sheath squeezed me, almost to the point of pain.

The room spun as we moved in unison, her hips bucking beneath me in perfect harmony. Our bodies, slick with sweat, glided across one another, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through us.

Raina's hands gripped my back, her nails digging into my skin as she urged me deeper. I drove into her harder, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

I groaned her name, unable to hold back any longer. My release poured into her silken heat and she cried out in rapture, her own climax cascading around me.

Panting and sweaty, we lay entwined, basking in the aftermath of our bodies' union. A sense of calm washed over me as my head lowered to the crook of her neck.

"I love you," I whispered, my heart swelling with a mixture of relief and ecstasy.

Suddenly I was falling, jerking awake in a coat of sweat. My eyes adjusted to the dark, the memory I'd been dreaming about so vivid I could almost feel her skin against mine, taste the sweetness of her lips.

As quickly as the warmth came, it was replaced by the biting cold of reality. I cursed under my breath, thrusting the heels of my hands into my eyes, rubbing away the sleep.

Dragging my sorry ass out of bed, I thought about the cutting remarks I had let slip during the trials. Each word had been a dagger meant to sever the remains of the ties that bound us, to protect my own fraying edges from unraveling completely.

I'd only made it worse. Stepping into the stone shower, I leaned heavily against the wall, warming my body under the falling water.

Nox's suggestion to return to Ephandor for a stint was sounding more and more appealing. It had been my original plan the second I'd seen Raina after some eighteen or nineteen months apart.

Then the ballsy attack on the castle happened and I felt like I couldn't leave.

"You're up early."

"Fucking hell!" I shouted.

Spinning, ready to fight, I narrowed my eyes on Lorne standing there, on the other side of the waist-high wall that sectioned off the bathing area from the rest of the bathroom. Well, waist-high to anyone tall.

"I would apologize,” he commented, “but I’m not sorry.”

I snorted. “Of course not.”

I picked up the soap and began cleaning off the funk of sleep. "Are you here to wash my back?"

Lorne grunted. "I'm here to tell you we're going to Snowfall."

I dropped the soap. I knew this was coming but it caught me off-guard, nonetheless. Nox's brother glanced down at the bar, smirking.

No matter, I'd lathered up enough and would leave it there until he left. I rinsed and grabbed the towel sitting on the stone wall.

"When are we leaving?"

"When Nox gives the word. Soon, I imagine."

"Someone should go in before the team and see how many fae are still there. I assume anyone involved with the Brandenburgs’ plans is long gone by now."

Snowfall Manor was the Brandenburg Family's estate. As in Portia and Rodrik Brandenburg, Raina's parents and traitors to the crown.

"Nox sent Saxon an hour ago," Lorne said, following me to the closet.

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