Page 55 of The Lost Fae
I grind my hips with his. Slowly, rolling against him in circles that just leaves me frustrated instead of filled. The spark has made us both sensitive, I can tell. Everything is slick and hot and trembling. Every rotation pushes me closer, taking Lincoln with me. The foretelling signs of my orgasm shadows over me.
He hasn’t even entered me and I can feel the build of it pounding to release.
"Briar," he whispers into my hair, breathing me in. "Time. Let me make the most of it.”
Confusion flits through my mind, but the realization hits hard as he lifts my hips in one quick move thrusting up as he shoves me down hard over every single hard inch of him.
My moan is a twisted scream of pleasure and surprise. And his groan is even more of a pained sound that’s filled with sadistic sensuality.
“How do you do that to me?” It’s a breathless tone stained with embarrassment as his jaw clenches harder with every grinding roll of my hips.
His desire isn’t embarrassing or shameful to me. No, I love it. I love that when we are together I can bring him this release. I love that when our bodies collide there is no telling if there's any end to the pleasure we can bring one another.
My thighs are clenched as my body floods with emotion. I'm relishing the bliss. A hinting feeling grows within me.
Isn't this what I want? I want to find my own release, one that is coming all too quickly, and I want to fall into it with him. We'll let the whole world shatter around us and find each other within the chaos.
It all builds as I rock my hips in time with his as he tilts to meet me. Lincoln's muscular arms wrap around me, pinning my body to his. His fingers draw circles over my back to the base of my wings where he rubs as I did moments ago. That slightest touch is what finally drags me over the edge.
My movements become more frantic as my orgasm shakes through me. I clench around his cock as a euphoric cry comes out of my throat.
It’s numbing to the mind.
It’s bliss to the body.
It’s beauty in the darkness.
It’s fucking blank nothingness within the chaos that constantly presses down on us.
And I love that he can shut the world off and satisfy my total euphoric addiction for just a moment of time.
That screaming release of mine seems to give Lincoln what he needs, and he lets go as well.
His rough hands catch on my waist as he pushes me down and shoves himself all the way in with a moan caught on the raggedness of his breath. Our hips slowly come to a stop as we pant against each other. My breasts press into his chest, my arms intertwining behind his head while I stay wrapped around his body.
I don't want to move. Not ever.
Let me stay right here.
Lincoln's hands slide lower to my ass. He runs circles over my bare skin, creating goosebumps under his trail as I lay my head on his shoulder and grin. Our bodies are still slick, almost sticky with heat.
The urge to use my magic presses inside of me. I can feel the strength of it reaching out until it thrums inside my head. Lincoln is right. Somehow, Lincoln is often right. To prevent him from getting cocky, I choose not to say anything aloud.
Rather, I run my teeth over his earlobe and whisper, "You're such a good fuck, we should probably be doing that all the time."
"Trust me, love, if we had the time, I'd devour you every second of every day. Sadly," he sucks in a breath as I lift myself off of him with deliberate slowness, "sadly," he repeats, "responsibilities seem to keep getting in the way."
"We better dress before your sister comes back with a meal and finds that we've scandalized her room." I'm already gathering my clothes with vague awareness as I concentrate and flatten my wings to my body once more.
"This room has seen more scandal than that."
"Well you don't want your sister to see you naked, do you?" I push my feet into my pants and pull them up to button the waist.
My question makes Lincoln's smile fall to a scowl but it pushes him into motion as he tugs his pants up from the floor. He tosses me my shirt and I slip into it, my head pounding. Power makes me stiff with its urgency and sudden strength. I press my eyes closed trying to think.
"Come here." Ziko leans forward, carefully taking my hand in his and tugging me toward the couch. "Sit."
I bounce against the cushion when I plop down on the velvety material. Looking at Lincoln, I lift a hand to cup his cheek and rub my thumb against his jaw. He leans into the touch with a satisfied sigh.
