Page 54 of The Lost Fae
"Sexually," I say much too quickly. Then I try again slower. "I'm sexually frustrated."
Lincoln's grip travels up into my hair, where he pulls gently, tipping my chin up to him before he guides me forward to his mouth.
Just like that, he claims me.
The memory of the spark remains sensitive between us. If I think too hard about it, the magic of it alone would likely be enough to make myself orgasm. But I want it from Lincoln. Ineed it from him.I need to feel him in me, around me, consuming me like the ocean had as it swallowed us whole.
He kisses me softly, letting our lips come together so faintly it hurts my heart not to have more. Our embrace tightens to hold each other harder, but still that kiss remains maddingly gentle. The room around us, the castle, the entire world and all of our problems become something hazy and too far away to reach. My world becomes just a pinprick of a vision of Lincoln and I and the way we move when we're together.
Just as it always is.
I can't stop touching. My hands roam over his skin, under his arms and over his scarred back, and to the place where his wings should and soon will be. I trace along the rough, calloused markings and he groans into my mouth. The sound spikes excitement inside of me.
Finally, the space between us is gone. Our tongues slide deliciously together.
Until Ziko leans his temple against mine, breaking his kiss. His fingers trail down my shirt before he takes the hem and pulls up. The fabric skims over my stomach, my ribs, and my breasts. I hadn't had so much as a bra to wear, not unless I was meant to be corseted my entire time in The Lost Court. The cold of the room mixes with the swell of my want, making my nipples harden immediately.
His hooded gaze lingers there.
The scruff of his beard scratches along my throat, inciting a tremble straight through my core. His mouth presses delicate kisses over my skin again and again. His lips draw a line of searing heat over my skin, down to sensitive flesh that makes me arch into him. Open mouthed kisses tease me, his tongue flicking against my nipple before he sucks it gently. His hand is warm, but calloused over my other breast. Lincoln smiles against my trembling body as I release a shaky breath and he brushes a finger over my wings.
"Lift, up your wings" he begs, "I want to see you as you are meant to be." One finger trails down slowly between my breasts, over my navel and then he taps the button of my jeans.
I messily nod my head and step back away from him. My fingers are steady as I reach for the button of my pants first. Unclasping them, I push the material down my legs, kicking out of my boots, and stripping my body completely of fabric.
Bare. I’m baring everything I am to him.
And I’ve never felt so free and wanted in all my life.
That’s what this man does to me.
Lincoln's tongue rolls over his lower lip, his eyes darting up and down my body. His hands move to his lap. I can't focus enough to even be sure that I'm breathing at all, especially now when he undoes the rows of buttons holding back the bulge underneath. My heart pounds louder as his rigid cock springs free of the fabric, revealing every glorious inch of him.
He lifts his chin, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft as he strokes slowly up and even slower back down.
All the intelligent thoughts inside my head evaporate and the only thing I can do is gawk at the way he touches himself.
Damn does he touch himself.
"Wings," he reminds me with a command.
I smile tenderly. With a slight shake of my shoulders, my wings lift up, stretching behind me. Every muscle warms as I extend them fully and I find my arms reaching up and out with the movement.
Lincoln’s hand flows in a graceful steady rhythm up and down his thick length as he watches me. His attention falls on me in a slitted gaze. Bit by bit, I turn as if I’m a display piece meant only for him. Through the connection, his desire rises with a dangerous thirst. He runs his thumb in a circle over the tip of his cock, with the faintest smile.
There goes those intelligent thoughts again.
The way he stares. The way hethinksabout me. It's enough to make every part of me shiver down to the deepest part of my body. Every inch of me aches for his touch. The desire within my core begins to grow, the burning want that screams that I need him sooner rather than later.
Our spark has left me hungry. Ravenous.
So the moment my teasing spin is completed, I march to him. He's mine. He's all mine. I can't stop thinking it. I can't stop wanting more of it.
"And you're mine." He repeats my own thoughts right back to me.
The sound of those words coming from his rich velvety voice, with his heartbreakingly glorious accent strikes my heart like an electrical shock. It sends my heart pounding a thousand beats a minute. I lower myself back onto him, guiding his throbbing length inside of me. A pleasant moan leaves me, drawing a smirk from Lincoln when he presses his mouth to my jaw.
We haven't much time.The thought comes and goes with a furious rage. One day, we'll have all the time in the world and we'll be able to fuck each other right. The proper way, where it lasts all night and into the day.
