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“Still think I’m a bad dancer, husband?”
He panted hard, his growls raising the temperature within my body. “You are the best dancer in all of Elva in this and every other century. You make all other dancers weep for their failure,” he growled, “for they will never surpass you.”
Now that’s more like it. Fuck you, Honora.
“You’ve watched my mouth do it more times than there are numbers.” I swirled my juicy hole on his tip. “Want to watch my pussy swallow that big, fat cock, lover?”
Alisdair didn’t waste time with words. Snarling, he grasped my hips—pulling me slowly, but firmly down on his middle. Despite the inevitable way this was going to end, I was determined to take my time—drive him as crazy as he drove me.
I rose up all the way to the tip, enjoying his low hiss deep inside a newly awakened naughty part of me. Just as slowly, I impaled myself on him—groaning as my eyes fluttered. The man filled me to bursting, and then some. Alisdair said it was his looks that had all the men and women swooning in his younger days, but I knew for a fact fae weren’t so married to clothes back in the old days. They were swooning certainly, but they weren’t looking at his face when they did so.
Alisdair’s warm, firm grip was the anchor pulling me back when I drew away. Caught in our eternal push-pull, I rode his lap much more happily than I rode a horse.
“Faster!”
Biting my lip, I rolled my hips—making him choke. “I could go faster,” I mused, “but you’d have to do something for me first.”
“Very well, if that’s what you were waiting for, you should’ve said so sooner.”
“What are— Oh!”
My brows bounced up to my hairline as a wet finger pushed past my puckered entrance. I opened my mouth to tell him that was not what I was going to say, when his other hand came around and rubbed my clit so vigorously, the explosion of pleasure popped me off his cock.
“Okay, that’s better than what I was going to say.”
“Faster,” he ordered.
I knew when to give in to the will of a god. Nails digging in his knees, I bounced up and down on his lap—driving his length and his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me with each thrust.
Our heat filled the tent and burst out, banishing the cold from Wind and Wild—from the world. My moans were screams. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t slow down.
Alisdair and I were like one—meeting thrust for thrust. Groan for groan. Scream for every relentless strike of my inner bull’s-eye.
Every muscle in my body went rigid, tightening harder than my lower belly. I screeched myself hoarse as I came—body seizing and clamping my walls down, strangling his length till it burst.
We collapsed back in a sweaty, sated pile.
“Fucking hell, woman.” It brought me immense pleasure that Alisdair was so out of breath. “You make it easy for a manto forgive you anything. I’ve already forgotten about that pesky little cliff you threw me off of.”
My smile tightened around the edges. “Have you? Well, that’s good. Since you only keep me around for my mouth and pussy, I’d hate for either to disappoint.” I shoved up, but I was still too weak and shaky from my orgasm. My storm-out ended instantly when I flopped stomach down on the mattress—steaming.
I felt Alisdair’s eyes on the back of my head. He was no doubt pondering what went wrong again that I was having another tantrum.
He’s such a fool. I swear, it wasn’t his heart that he ripped out. It was his brain!
“Ana.”
“What!” I snapped.
Alisdair flipped me over. I squawked as he pinned my hands over my head, and pressed our foreheads together.
“You are aware, little bird, that I am hopelessly, madly, irrevocably, irrationally in love with you?”
I stilled.
“I would love you, my short-tempered, violent biter, even if you had no mouth and no pussy? Although, I would never wish you had no mouth, because it is your constant challenge of me, pushing me to grow and be a better man than I was the day before—that makes my heart beat mad for you—in or out of my chest.”
I stopped breathing, my own heart shooting into my throat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t process a word coming out of his mouth! Did he mean it? Was this truly happening?
