Page 82 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

He wanted a do-over.

With a woman he really loved—one who really loved him too.

“Good. Afterward, I want you to take me from behind.” I flashed him a sexy smile, and his lips curved up in a wicked smirk.

“I’ll take you in every damn position there is by the time I let you out of this house, Thorns. That’s a promise.”

“Prove it.”

Our eyes remained connected as he lined his tip up with my slit. “Ready, Sunshine?”

“Completely.”

He slid inside me, just an inch. His fingers were stroking my clit again—he remembered what I’d said about needing that to orgasm, and he wasn’t going to forget it, even when he was buried inside me.

The way he stretched me, and touched me, was enough to make my breathing more difficult.

The pleasure continued building as he slid another inch inside me, and another, and another.

I was so close to the edge that the whole damn world was spinning when he was finally fully sheathed inside me. His fingers had stilled on my clit, but I was too close to losing control to care.

He was so, insanely huge.

I was so, insanely full.

And the way his hooded eyes went from staring into mine, to tracing the connection of our bodies, and back to mine, only made me hotter.

“Holy fucking hell, Thorns,” he finally said, voice so strained it made my throat swell.

“Feels good?” I managed.

A dark chuckle escaped him, and he throbbed inside me. My hips arched, and he grabbed my ass, holding me in place. “None of that, Sunshine. You’ll make me lose it way too soon.”

“I’m close,” I admitted, and he throbbed inside me a few more times. “You feel so, so good.” The last word came out as a moan when he throbbed against my g-spot, and he held me firmly in place as I rocked desperately. “Damn you,” I panted, body clenched and screaming at me for stopping.

“I don’t want this to end.” He squeezed my ass cheeks in those big hands of his.

“We can go again afterward. As many times as you can make me feel good.” I was officially gasping for breath, and I didn’t even care.

It was too damn incredible.

I jerked my hips, and he wasn’t holding tightly enough to stop me. I cried out as the pleasure hit me hard, harder than ever before, and he roared as he slammed into me again, and again, and again, emptying himself inside me. The bond between us swelled bigger and hotter and heavier as our minds connected, but no thoughts or emotions came through on their own.

Aev pulled out, chest heaving and hair a bit sweaty. With one smooth motion, he had me laying on my stomach, and was climbing onto the bed behind me.

I was so drained—but Aev’s erection was still straining. Sunny had told me that fae men didn’t need to recharge the way humans did, and I hadn’t really considered what it meant.

But hot damn, it meant a lot.

Endless desire.

Long sex sessions.

Multiple orgasms for both of us.

My body flushed at the thoughts.

I definitely shouldn’t have let him get me off so many times already; I was going to be worn out so much sooner than him.

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