Page 84 of Given to the Fae
‘Gods, if you weren’t with us,’ he mutters. ‘If you were out there with Bere and his men. You’d be so vulnerable.’ He sighs, almost in relief, but I can feel myself fading into the background now, so I’m not sure, and I find I no longer care.
This thing, this need that’s overtaken me...There is only the desire. It should scare me or shame me, but there’s nothing else.
I give in to it, letting him touch me, caress me, make me feel.
His hands run up the insides of my thighs and he parts me wide, looking down at my core with an expression I no longer have the capacity or inclination to work out. His thumbs part my most intimate place, and he stares.
I shift, wanting more than just his eyes on me, and my heartbeat quickens in excitement as he unlaces the front of his breeches. I mewl impatiently but he ignores me, taking his time as he releases himself. His cock is hard and quite big, but it doesn’t scare me the way the bulls’ do. I know to the bottom of my being that he won’t just rut me like a beast. He’ll move the way a fae does, with purpose and dignifiedforce.
I wish I could see him, feel his skin on mine, but he’s fully clothed. He reaches over me, taking me by the throat. He doesn’t squeeze or hurt me, he just holds me firmly and I feel him at my entrance.
‘Do you want this, Bryn?’ he asks me.
I’m nodding hard before he’s even finished speaking. I think he’s going to just thrust in because that’s how I’ve seen it done, and that’s how it was done to me before, but he doesn’t. He eases himself in slowly, inch by agonizingly tight inch, his eyes not leaving mine.
I take in a deep breath, the need that’s been torturing me abating enough for me to think clearly.
‘Your cunt is fucking perfect,’ he breathes.
My cheeks heat and I have to force myself not to look away from his dark eyes. It’s as if he’s staring into my soul and I into his. If I look away, the spell, this odd connection, will be broken and this...him makingloveto me will turn into something else, something cold and distant. I don’t want that. I want the look of fondness he’s giving me, the pleasure I see in his eyes as he feels me around him.
He keeps pushing into me until he’s buried inside completely, and then he doesn’t move. My muscles contract and he groans.
‘Give me a moment,’ he murmurs, leaning over me so our bodies are flush. He caresses my hair, pulling my locks away from my face in an almost caring gesture.
‘You don’t have to make it like this,’ I begin, but he hushes me.
‘I want it to be,’ he whispers, and then he kisses me deeply.
He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, making me moan into his mouth. The mere feel of him moving inside me is enough to sate whatever has taken over my mind and body, and I feel myself relaxing into him. My eyes open and I stare. I see his gaze flick to the side of the cave and follow his gaze. Both Morgan and Locke are watching us from their place by the fire, their tasks forgotten.
Them seeing me stokes the fire that’s inside me, and I push my hips upward, taking Jak more deeply. His eyes widen and he groans.
‘Gods, lass, are you sure this is the first time you’ve done this?’
Does he think I lied?
Of course he does. Humans are deceitful and cunning.
Inexplicable tears prick the corners of my eyes and concern alights in his countenance.
‘Do you want me to stop?’
I shake my head.
‘Then no more thoughts like that.’
Can he read my mind?
He gives me a small grin. ‘No, I can’t see your thoughts, sweet, but notice them passing over your face. No more. Enjoy this with me. Think only of now.’
‘All right,’ I whisper and then cry out as he surges into me, and it feels even better than when he was going slowly.
My fingers clutch his clothes, grasping him as close as I can while he takes me, his movements pushing my body higher and higher into a state of bliss that’s better than any forced release could ever be. My scream is loud and my body is consumed by pleasure, fluttering and quaking with sensations the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
I vaguely feel him tighten and he pushes into me as deeply as he can, shooting his seed into me as he throws back his head with a bellow that reverberates through the cavern.
A moment later, as he looks down, taking in my harsh breathing and my sated expression, he gives me a small, sad smile.
