The tip of his finger circles my entrance, lightly stroking and teasing before dipping inside, and I rock my hips slightly, needing more. After sliding in and out, he pushes in a second finger, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. I try to close my eyes again, but he has none of it. He nips my ear and whispers, “I want to bury my cock so deep inside you I can’t find where I end and you begin.” Both our breaths are ragged and uneven as his fingers continue to plunge in and out.
I moan and barely recognize my voice, thick with huskiness, as I say, “Then have me.” His eyes widen as my words sink in. “I want you inside me.” I reach down and undo the buttons of his leathers but am surprised to find nothing but warm skin beneath. I gaze up at him questioningly; he’s not wearing any underwear.
His fingers curl inside me when he meets my stare, sending a blissful jolt through my core, and he smirks. “The leathers are tight enough already.” He removes his fingers from me and pushes his leathers to the floor, freeing his cock to stand straight up, a bead of wetness glistening on the tip.
Stepping forward, he nudges my entrance, and as we stare at each other, he slides in.
The pure bliss as he pushes inside, stretching me, makes me shudder. Just when I don’t think I can fit anymore, he stops. Unmoving inside me, he brushes a finger across my lips, and I nip it. A grin spreads across his face before he rocks forward, stealing another moan from me. “That’s it, Grace, come undone for me.” He pulls out and thrusts in hard, filling me completely, and I gasp. It’s a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain that has me leaning back, grinding my hips in search of more.
A deep moan rumbles in his chest as he thrusts again, never taking his eyes off mine. Every place our bodies touch thrums with an energy that resonates inside me, marking every place it contacts. If he wasn’t already in my mind before, there’s no going back now.
He is mine.
The words fall through the bond, and the green of his eyes swirl with black shadows as they flash with recognition. “Mine.” He says the word with so much heat, it brands me.
“Isiah,” I whisper, and he must understand because he pushes two fingers on my clit, right where I need them, and rubs. The extra pressure and thrusts are enough to send me over the edge, and I combust. The pulsing and tightening of my orgasm sends him into bliss. As the flecks of black in his eyes fade, so does the surrounding darkness.
“Did you cast us in shadows?”
“It sometimes happens when I’m distracted.” He kisses the side of my neck before stepping back, making to pull out, but I grip his hips and stop him. He growls and grinds back and forth, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.“I would have you five more times before I’m done with you, and only done enough to eat and drink before burying inside you from behind, on your side, or upside down, for all I care.”
“Ready to go again?” I rock my hips, enticing him to do just that, and feel him harden inside me. He kisses me, stroking his tongue against mine, and just when I believe I’ve succeeded, he pulls away.
A small whimper escapes me and he smirks as he grabs my hips. “Insatiable.” He thrusts, and his cock fills me again, hard as the moment it first slid inside, and I moan.“I can’t speak for human men, but we fae don’t take long to recover.” The black rings around his irises pulse, and the shadows encircling us deepen. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d have you five more times.” He pulls out of me long enough to slide me off the table, turn me around, and bend me over it. I hike my dress up around my waist, exposing myself to him, and his hands stroke lazily along the curve of my ass before gripping my hips. “You are the undoing of me, Grace. I knew it.” He pushes in hard, shifting the table beneath us, and I curl my hands around the edge, fingers digging into the wood.
There’s no softness this time, only pure need. He tugs on my braid as he thrusts, and my back arches toward him. Sliding a hand around to cup my breast, he lifts me off the table until my back is flush with his chest and murmurs against my ear, “Where I end, and you begin.” Then he plunges into me.
The world fades until only the sounds of our breath and the steady thrust of his hips exists. Tension builds with every drive of his cock, knocking me harder into the table. He lets go of my braid and reaches around to rub my clit. The relentless pounding and his fingers send me over the edge again. I grind back onto him, moaning his name, and he comes with me. We stay there, bent over the table, panting for a moment. I can barely move, but I’ve never been happier.
We both stand, and he shoves himself back inside his pants, the bulge obvious through his leathers, and I grin. But it quickly fades with the realization that what we did, what we have, is a secret, and I hate it. “I don’t want to go back.”
His fingers still on the button of his pants, and he meets my stare, frowning. “I don’t want to either, but they’re likely searching for you by now. The thought of Niethal touching you…”
I lower my gaze and bite my lip. “Isiah, earlier when I was with Niethal, we—”
“Whatever happened was before. If you tell me it’s us now, you don’t need to finish that thought.”
I grab his hand and squeeze. “It’s us now, Isiah.”
He kisses me, and all I want is to press my body to his, to feel his skin on mine again, but he’s right. Niethal is probably searching by now,damnit.
I move to adjust my gown when he grabs my hands. “Let me.” He kneels, sliding his hands up my thighs and under the slits of my dress. His fingers deftly grab my panties and pull them back into place.
A new warmth fills my core. “If you’re trying to convince me we should leave this room, you are doing averypoor job.”
He smooths my dress and lets out a sigh as he looks up at me. “I already want to have you again. That can’t be normal, right?”
I rest my hands on his shoulders, but they slide to his chest as he stands. My pulse quickens with only a simple touch. “Maybe not, but who’s to say what’s normal? Let’s get that boat and sail away. Then we’ll have all the time in the world to do just that.” I say it jokingly, but deep down, I mean it.
His playful mood fades and becomes more serious. “I’ll get you out of here, Grace. I promise.” He leans in and kisses me again, and when we pull away, it’s time to go.
“How will you explain your absence to the kings?”
“My friends will help with that.” His eyebrows draw together as he scans me from head to toe. “Though I don’t know how we can hide that my scent is all over you.”
I lift my arm and sniff, smelling only the faint lemon and lavender oils Delphina put in my bath. “I didn’t realize the fae could smell that well.”
A crooked smile curves his lips. “I have an idea, though I’m not sure you will like it.”