Page 111 of Hell Fae Warden
Then his opposite hand disappeared between us, his thumb circling my clit to draw violent tremors from my being. I squirmed, the sensations too much, but he wouldn’t release me, his strength surpassing my own as his piercing massaged me from the inside.
Touching me.
So deep.
Right there.
Ohhh…
More quakes were building, another eruption already on the horizon, every part of me too primed, overly stimulated, and weak in his arms.
“Ajax,” I spoke into his mouth. “Ajax.”
“You can take it,” he promised, his thumb and cock destroying me below. “Nowscream.”
This time he didn’t swallow the sound. He allowed me to fully erupt, his name loud and ringing through the room as my body raged in time with the fiery walls.
Ajax flipped me onto my back, his hips punishing mine as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss stole my consciousness.
I swore he made me come a third time. Maybe he did. I was so far gone in my oblivion to know. I just kept shaking, my limbs going numb with the force of my passion.Too much, I thought, delirious.But oh, not enough…
Ajax seemed to agree, his arousal throbbing inside me as he kept pushing, thrusting,owning.
My breaths came in sharp pants, my heart beating too fast, my being replete and half-paralyzed from our fucking.
Yet I could feel his cock enlarging inside me, his peak cresting and threatening to destroy us both.
Because he was going to make me explode again. I could feel it, my body reacting to his, learning his preferences, becoming his to master.
I grabbed his shoulder, my nail digging into his skin, needing to anchor myself to something.
Only to unravel in the next breath as we both fell headfirst over a cliff into a profound darkness where our entire existence solely revolved around each other.
I was barely aware of his tongue coaxing mine, his mouth claiming a kiss meant to cement our souls.
Not as mates. Not really. But as something far greater than mere lovers.
I didn’t understand it. I doubted he did either. And rather than question it, I reveled in it. Reveled in him. Relaxing. Existing.Enjoying.
His arms were around me, his body holding mine as he acted as a protective cage above me. Lazy kisses. Murmured platitudes. So much tenderness that I barely recognized the Midnight Fae inside me.
But it was perfect.
Beautiful.
Hot.
“We’re doing that again as soon as you’re ready,” he whispered, his vow making my thighs squeeze around his legs.
He would get no complaint from me.
Because this was so much better than studying Hell Fae life. So much better than having to think about the future or what everything meant. So much better than worrying about Vita and the source.
This was simply living in the moment.
And I could certainly get used to that.
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