I nipped her jaw, sucked the tender point between her neck and her shoulder, and allowed my fingers to wander dangerously close to her fleshier curves. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric of the shirt, calling for my touch, but that earlier tremble remained at the forefront of my mind.
Not yet, I thought. But soon.
Ella whimpered, her pleasure cresting between her legs. I felt it in the dampness bleeding into my pants. My tongue longed for a taste, her arousal permeating the air around us and seducing my senses.
“You’re killing me,” I admitted softly, practically panting against her neck.
Her fingers returned to my hair, tugging me up to kiss her again, her mouth wild against mine.
She’d accuse me of compelling her again.
But I wasn’t.
It was her inner fae fighting to come out, to claim what she recognized as hers.
Explaining that was going to be a nightmare.
Or maybe she’d surprise me and accept it. She’d certainly handled everything else somewhat well so far.
Ella pushed into my thigh on a sharp thrust, her back bowing off the bed as a cry spilled from her beautiful lips.
“Gorgeous,” I marveled out loud, admiring her as she fell apart beneath me.
Golden hair fanned against my pillows.
Rosy cheeks.
A swollen mouth designed for sin.
My cock ached, desperate to play, but I swallowed the urge and nuzzled her throat instead, to help bring her down from her high. She released a long breath, her grip
loosening in my hair.
And then she stiffened.
Yeah, I expected that, I thought, mentally sighing.
“Wh-what did you just do to me?” she stammered, her heart racing a mile a minute.
“Exactly what I said I would,” I replied, bracing myself on my elbows—my forearms resting on the mattress along either side of her head. If she wanted to escape, she’d have one hell of a fight.
“I… I don’t…” She blinked, her blue eyes an intoxicating mix of pleasure and confusion.
“I devoured you, sweetheart.” I smiled. “And you enjoyed it.”
“You com—”
“I did not compel you,” I interjected, cutting off the accusation before she could give it a voice. “I kissed you. And those swollen lips of yours are proof that you more than kissed me back. Compulsion alters perception, Isabella. And you were not only aware but also complicit throughout all of that, including your orgasm.”
She stared at me for a long second. “Yeah, I was going to say you completely blew my mind, but okay.”
I narrowed my gaze. “While I know I did, I doubt that’s what you were going to say.”
“Well, you’ll never know now since you so rudely interrupted me.” She placed her hands on my shoulders, shoving upward. “Move.”
I didn’t budge. “No.” I pressed my lips to the edge of her mouth to soften my refusal and added, “I’m sorry, Ella.” I skimmed my nose across her cheek to kiss her jaw. “Forgive me, please?” I didn’t want to ruin the moment, not when we were so close to finally understanding each other.
She tugged on my hair, yanking my head back to meet her gaze, her expression scrutinizing. “I can’t tell if you’re poking fun at me or if you actually mean that.”