Page 146 of Wrath of the Fae Queen
When he moves, he does it with brutal force, slamming in and out of me at a speed that has my toes curling. The friction of his cock grinding against my inner muscles is everything I need, especially as he hits those most sensual spots deep within me with every thrust.
Water splashes violently around us, spraying out onto the tiles in waves. We climb higher and higher together, him grunting right in my ear, soft moans tearing out of me. The tension builds to an unbearable level as pleasure consumes us both.
A string pulled tight within me snaps and my whole body shakes as my orgasm rips through me. I cling tightly to Aldrin, arms and legs both wrapped around him, as my core muscles ripples around his cock. He lets out a guttural sound as his motions become ragged and his thrusts even more powerful, then his own climax rushes through him as his hot seed spurts through me.
We remain there with our limbs tangled up together, struggling to catch our breath for a few heartbeats.
“I need more, Keira.” Aldrin’s voice is hoarse. “I need to hold you and fuck you until I am sure no one is going to take you away from me again.” There is such vulnerability in his amber eyes as they search my face. Guilt radiates from him—he can sense my fatigue—but he should know I need the same thing.
I kiss his lips, then his forehead. “Take me again in our bed. Do it slow and sensual. I want to feel your weight on top of me.”
Aldrin lifts me from the bath, great streams of water falling from both of us as he slowly takes the steps. He looks like a god with rivulets running down his tanned skin and through the channels between muscles. He leaves damp footsteps across the tiled floor of the bathing chamber, but as he reaches for a towel, I decide I don’t have the patience to wait for us to dab each other dry. I kick up a volley of air magic, infusing it with the heat of myfire, and by the time Aldrin reaches the bed, we are both mostly dry.
He places me within its center and climbs up over my body. The muscles in his arms ripple and his hard cock strains between us as he holds himself over me. Those bright eyes soak in every naked inch of me beneath him. My skin heats wherever his gaze falls.
“I am so fucking in love with you, do you know that?” He goes down onto one elbow as he grips my face with the other hand.
“I know it,” I whisper. “You make me feel it every day.” I place my hand over his chest, relishing the beat of his heart, swelling with emotion that bleeds into me. “Can you feel my love for you?”
He doesn’t reply, simply leans down and kisses me gently. I spread my legs around him as he settles his hips between them, then pulls back to guide his cock into my entrance. I am hot, slick and ready for him as he eases his generous length inside.
Aldrin doesn’t cover my body with his immediately. He holds his torso up and looks down the length of us, to where our bodies meet as he rolls his hips against mine. Those eyes are heated and hooded.
I follow his gaze and let out a moan at the sight of his hardness sliding into my core up to the hilt, pulling back again so the entire thing is visible except the head, glistening with my arousal, only to plunge back in. I watch, mesmerized, as his cock disappears within me again and again, paired each time with utter pounding bliss radiating through my core that ramps up in increments.
I claw at the ropy muscles of his back, pulling him down on top of me, needing his chest against mine and his weight to press me into the bed with every thrust. I use my leverage against the mattress to roll my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. A fire burns between us as we become lost in each other’s bodies.
His scent, the warmth of him enveloping me, the way he plunges deep within, lighting up all of my nerve endings with blinding pleasure—it is all I know. It erases traumas of the past and worries for the future, only the present conceivable in my mind.
My whole body tightens up then shatters as my climax floods me, and my mind is lost in blissful calm as Aldrin finds his own release. After a very long time, he rolls off me, lying on his side and scooping me up against his chest. Neither one of us bothers to put clothing on; he simply pulls up the sheets.
“Never make a bargain that takes you away from me again,” he says into my hair, arms tightening around my waist.
“I won’t,” I reply, my voice shaking. “I promise.”
I listen to his breathing as it slowly evens out and he drifts off.Never again,I vow to myself as I feel sleep tugging at me.Never again will I allow someone to tear us apart.
I stand with Aldrin on the main balcony of the palace three days after the final battle, looking down over the City of Vertical Gardens. Our inner circle and a number of Royal Guards fan out around us. The setting sun bleeds red across the sky, casting an ominous backdrop for the sight before us. My blood turns to ice.
There is a mass exodus of fae from the city.
Long columns stretch out through the lower streets and into the fields beyond, stepping through open portals to the gods know where. Worse is the fact that they wear those damned homemade uniforms that mimic those of the Truth Templars. That they fly Templar flags.
“We tried so hard to stop Titania from becoming a martyr, to disband her cult. We suffered so much. For what?” I can’t help the way my voice breaks as I turn to Aldrin.
“We had to at least try,” he grumbles. “Maybe that is the reason they leave the city at Torin and his lieutenant’s call, rather than storming the palace again. Maybe those efforts are the only reason we won the election—because we pulled the wool from most eyes, if not all.”
“Is there not something you can do about this, Aldrin?” My father leans forward over the railing beside me, a deep scowl on his face. Despite his expression, a wave of calm rolls over me. My father always has that effect on me, like I am a little girl and he will fix all my problems. I only wish that were still true. Even so, the men on either side of me are my pillars of strength.
“What would you have them do, Father?” Caitlin crosses her arms in front of her. “Declare treason against anyone who has political options that don’t support them?”
My father turns back to her, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know. Surely there is something?—”
“There is nothing to be done,” Aldrin cuts in, grinding his teeth. “It is not illegal to fly those banners or choose to leave. I have soldiers down there to monitor the situation, but it is peaceful and there are no known Truth Templars among them. As far as the law is concerned, they are civilians choosing to migrate.”
Cyprien’s knuckles turn white with how tightly he grips the railing beside Aldrin. “You can imagine my disappointment when I led the first patrols and found no one to arrest. We cannot prove that anyone down there committed any crimes during the uprising.”
Drake and Rainier stroll out of the main doors and we turn to them. My heart leaps to see both free of blood and gapingwounds, the father’s arm wrapped around the son’s shoulders as they walk.
