Page 165 of Never Kiss a Fae
“I just am,” he murmured, his mouth taking mine again and silencing my reply.
He released my hair to grasp my hips, yanking me forward and returning me to my back. His tongue slid across my cheek, to my ear, and down my neck to my breasts. I wove my fingers through his hair, reveling in the sensations his mouth unleashed on my stiff peaks. He used his teeth, causing me to writhe, while his hand disappeared between my legs again.
Gentle wasn’t in Cyrus’s nature.
And yet, every touch was smooth and thorough, reminding me of waves caressing my skin.
A sense of rightness overwhelmed me, causing my water element to dance to the surface and play with his. Raindrops prickled our skin, vacillating between hot and cold, each one eliciting a new sensation between my legs.
“Cyrus…” Each pelt against my being churned the ache inside me, creating a whirlpool I couldn’t control. It kept building and building, overtaking me and consuming my every breath. “More.”
He kissed his way up my body, each brush of his mouth stirring a moan from my throat, until I swore I would scream.
“I can’t say no to you,” he said against my ear, his arousal aligning with mine. “I’ll give you what you need, Claire.”
“Yes,” I hissed, bowing off the bed as he slid inside me.
So slick.
So wet.
So perfectlyus.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him possessively and swearing to never let him go. His head fell to my neck, his harsh curse fueling my desire. My legs wound around his waist, my body pumping in time with his, as he edged us closer to the waterfall of oblivion.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I forced his mouth back to mine, kissing him as if I required him more than oxygen. And maybe I did. Because I swore we were swimming underwater.
All I could hear were our hearts beating in tandem with one another.
The slide of his body over mine.
And the consuming warmth building between my thighs.
His name fell from my lips, only to be caught by his. One of his hands fell to my hips, urging me to keep up with his quickening pace, while the other cupped my cheek.
Icy blue eyes met mine.
Pain blending with pleasure.
And that look alone sent me cascading over the falls into the blissful waters below. He followed on a bellow, my name a hum within his mind, as something powerful snapped into place.
Contentment settled over me.
Complete, my heart whispered.We’re now complete.
You own me, Claire,I heard him say in my mind.Until the end of time.
I yawned, too exhausted to reply, and kissed him softly instead. His tongue played over mine in lazy strokes, our bodies still joined below. The rightness of it all lulled me into a slumber, a smile permanently etched into my lips.
Peace.
I finally knew peace.
* * *
I woke two more times to the same treatment. Cyrus’s body a healing solvent I didn’t know I needed. Each session I felt stronger, invigorated, and pleased.
But I sensed unrest deep within. My other elements dissatisfied by my prolonged slumber.
