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When I wiggle to scratch an itch on my leg, he grunts. "Don't move like that unless you want another round so soon."
"Oh?" I arch an eyebrow. "You're still inside me. Are you interested?"
"I'm always interested in touching, kissing, and fucking you, Annalise." He grins. "But fae men don't lose their erection right away like human men."
Is that why Thorne didn't pull out immediately after we orgasmed? He'd said he didn't want me to be in pain— was it because fae could keep going for a long, long time?
My whole body heats and I shift again, smiling wickedly when he groans in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Oh?"
"Are you insatiable, Annalise?" he whispers in a husky voice.
"Maybe." I lick his bottom lip and he shudders. "How about you show me how long your fae cock can last."
CHAPTER14
KADEN
If I have to listen to one more second of Reis and Annalise fucking, I'm going to either stab myself or join them.
The noise of the headboard against the wall, as well as the soft moans and groans of two people in heat, makes it hard to think. I stand from my bed and start walking around the room, trying to burn off some of my frustrations so that I don't follow through on my threat.
My cock is already rock-hard with arousal, pre-cum already seeping through the tight material of my trousers at the mere thought of Annalise naked and writhing beneath my body.
My fingers are no substitute for her wet warmth, her tight pussy clenching down on me as she rides me.
The look in her eyes as she says my name, telling me she's close— my entire body tightens at the thought.
I take a deep breath as I lose myself in the sounds as her moans become more intense and desperate, and for a second I can picture her dress pushed up over her hips, her sexy pussy on display for me. I feel like I haven't seen her in weeks. How I imagine her small hands gripping my horns as she presses herself against me and pulls my cock into her mouth. Her eyes close with need, her small pink tongue slipping between her lips causing a surge of arousal to pulse between my legs.
She opens her eyes then, glancing down at me with a smile on her face before slamming back against me as she comes, moaning out loud as she rides out her ecstasy. A sharp ache moves through me at thoughts of her.
For now, I need to do anything else to focus my mind on something else. Yet, her screams and moans fill my ears and I close my eyes, my hand gripping my already hard cock because I'm burning up for her. My heart is beating too fast, my body is strung like a tight wire.
I begin to imagine myself in the scene, and that I'm the one who is making her moan and scream. Her body is writhing beneath mine as I thrust into her and I can't help the sense of urgency that fills me.
My hand grips my cock tighter as I become more aroused, and I start to stroke harder and faster as I near my climax.
But it's not enough. My hand is no substitute for her. For her soft curves, her wet pussy, her clenching and unclenching as she rides me.
My thoughts become more urgent and my strokes more furious.
The pleasure spreads throughout my body and I moan as my climax shudders through my body.
When I open my eyes, I'm left staring at the wall in front of me, my breathing still heavy from my orgasm. I've managed to sate myself enough to keep from joining them, but it took more effort than I imagined. And I think that my beatings earlier are the only thing that kept me in check.
I told myself I’d never get involved with a human again. That they were a waste of time. But Annalise is special. I knew that the second her blood in the wine hit my tongue and wrapped around my heart and soul, squeezing until I lost my mind.
I crave her, the soft feel of her skin, the sweet taste of her mouth and her pussy. I want to make her moan. Make her crave me too. And give her space when she wants to be with Reis or Thorne. But I can't promise I'll always be good like that.
Ever since I saw her in the woods, I've felt drawn to her. She is like an addiction I know is dangerous, but I can't seem to shake, no matter how hard I try.
And even without magic or the gift of divination, I know she'll be the death of me, of us all.
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Annalise
The next morning I wake to a delicious ache between my legs. Reis is gone, but that doesn't worry me. Somehow I know the blood ritual and sex with him and then with Thorne beforehand has locked us together in some sacred vow I don't understand.
