He spins with me and hops off the path onto the grass. He’s not gentle, stumbling as he tries to lower us, and I fall hard onto the ground. I don’t care. I need him inside me.
He fights with my skirts, trying to hike them up. I lift my ass to help but all the while we can’t keep our hands off each other. Touching, stroking, licking, and pulling.
When he gets my skirts up high enough, he pulls his kilt aside and his rock-hard cock stares out, ready for its purpose. I grab his balls and tug; they’re full and tight against him. He groans as I pull and thrusts his hips forward while throwing his head back.
He grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. He falls onto me, and I love the sensation of being crushed beneath him. He shifts around, getting his knees between my legs, then he grabs my hips and lifts. His cock drives between my thighs. I shudder in fear and anticipation as it presses against my ass, and for an instant I’m sure he’s going to shove in without a hint of lube, but he shifts and moves lower.
He doesn’t hesitate or take his time, and he’s not gentle. He slams his dick in but I’m wet and ready. He buries himself fully in my pussy and we both cry out in pained pleasure. He slams in and out, pulling himself completely free before driving back into his hilt.
It’s insane. There’s no time for thought or a slow build. I’m dancing with an orgasm from the first moment of penetration on. I grunt with each thrust.
“Mine,” he growls. “My pussy. My woman. Mine.”
“Yes,” I cry out as he thrusts deep again. “I’m yours. Take me.”
He does, over and over. An orgasm rips through my body and still he doesn’t stop. All his frustration, hurt, and rage are being taken out on my pussy and I want it. I want it all. He’s hitting angles I’ve never experienced, driving deeper, and it feels amazing.
He pulls out, grabs my leg, and pulls me over onto my back. He crawls back between my thighs and then shoves in again. He stares into my eyes as he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Say it,” he says. I shake my head, not understanding what he wants me to say. “Say it.”
He grabs my hair and tugs. I dig my nails into his shoulders and then twine in his hair again. He thrusts in and out. I rise to meet his hips each time.
“What?”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts. “Mine. Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” I say as my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure. “Take me. Yours.”
He groans and his cock swells inside my pussy. I’m not ready though. I wrap my legs around his waist and with a burst of power from my magic I flip us over. He lands on his back with a grunt and now I’m on top with his dick deep inside me.
“You say it now.”
“What?”
I grab his face between my hands, leaning in close.
“Tell me. Say it, Duncan.” I slide my hips up and down, riding his shaft as I talk. “Commit to me. You claim me, but I claim you too. You’re my man. My choice. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” he groans with hands on my hips, trying to slow me down, but I’m in control now.
I ride him faster, bouncing so fast my ass claps onto his legs. It builds fast, and in moments I throw my head back and howl my pleasure to the sky above. The raven’s scream accents mine and I come so hard I’m left panting and senseless.
As the last shudders rush through my body, I open my eyes and I’m resting my hands on his chest, his softening cock still deep inside me. He opens his eyes, and we stare at each other without anger for the first time since I found him.
“I love you, Quinn,” he exhales. “I love you.” He reaches up a hand and strokes my cheek. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll try,” I say, as an aftershock of the last orgasm makes my teeth chatter. “It really was the Fae, Duncan. I’ll never lie to you. That’s the best I can offer.”
He nods acceptance if not understanding. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
I slide off his cock and collapse by his side, resting my head on his shoulder. We lie silent, staring up at the bruised purple of the sky. I’m pleasantly sore down there. A sensation I’ve never really had before; I can only consider it a feeling of having been well fucked. I chuckle.
Duncan shifts so he can look at me and arches an eyebrow. A mix of his look and the embarrassment that is rushing in makes me laugh harder. My cheeks are burning and I’m shaking my head.
“No, it’s fine,” I say, sitting up when I choke. Duncan’s concern is obvious but I’m too bemused to say much more.
“Ach lass, you’ll be the death of me yet.”