“No.” I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He was hard as steel, hot and thick in my palm. “I want all of you. Now.”
His hiss of pleasure made me smile. “Then take me, love. Drop down and claim what’s yours.”
I sank down onto him slowly, bit by throbbing bit, letting my body adjust to the fullness of him. He stretched me to my limits, the slight burn twisting into exquisite pleasure until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and the bliss began. His cock was thick, hot, and it pulsed against my inner walls like a brand.
When I’d taken him completely, we both groaned.
“Isi.” My name came out broken. “You feel… Fates, you feel amazing.”
I started to rock, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm that made us both gasp. He guided my movements, helping me find the angle that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just like that. Take what you need.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to go faster. The water sloshed around us, creating waves that lapped at the stone edges of the spring.
His mouth found my breast again, sucking and grazing it with his teeth until I was keening. The dual sensations of him inside me and his mouth on me drove me higher.
“Eyes on me, Minx,” he said. “I want to see your soul when you fall apart.”
I looked up at him, and the world narrowed to the intensity in his gaze. Golden flecks burned in the depths of his gray eyes, bright with desire and devotion.
I moved faster, finding a rhythm that made us both shudder. His hands guided me, but he let me set the pace, let me take what I needed.
The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the steam-filled air, my breasts bouncing with each thrust as I ground down hard, chasing the friction that made my clit throb against his pelvis.
“Fates, Isi, you’re so tight, squeezing me like you never want to let go,” he rasped, his voice wrecked. “Ride me harder. Use me until you’re screaming.”
The pleasure built slower this time, a gathering storm rather than a sudden strike. Every roll of my hips sent sparks through my core, radiating outward until my entire body hummed with it.
“That’s it, love.” His voice was gravel and honey. “Take what belongs to you.”
I leaned forward, changing the angle, and we both groaned. His cock reached a place deep inside me that made my vision blur.
“There,” I panted. “Right there.”
His hand slid between us, finding my clit again. The dual sensation of him inside me and his stroking fingers drove me higher and made me grind against him harder.
I kissed him, trying to pour everything I felt into the press of my mouth against his. He kissed me back just as fiercely, his tongue sweeping against mine in the same rhythm as our bodies.
When I pulled back for air, I felt something stir beneath my skin, that same warmth I’d felt in the throne room, when our magic had reached for each other. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, responding to his nearness.
“Trew,” I gasped. “I can feel?—”
His hand splayed across my lower back, and I felt an answering warmth there. His magic, recognizing mine. “I feel it too.”
The sensation intensified as we moved together, our magic igniting in our blood like liquid lightning, a raw, searing throb that sang through every point where we touched. It wasn’t the violent surge from before; this was raw, carnal, like our power was combining alongside our bodies, twining in ecstasy as sweat-slick skin slid and sparks of light danced across our joined forms.
“Don’t stop,” I cried out. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” His fingers worked my clit in tight circles while his hips rose to meet mine. “I will never stop loving you, Isi. Never stop wanting you. This is just the beginning.”
The words shattered something inside me. Tears streamed down my face as I rode him harder, chasing the peak that loomed just out of reach.
“Let me see you,” he said.
I forced my eyes to stay open, locked on his. The vulnerability of it, the raw intimacy of letting him witness this, sent me spiraling higher.
“I love you,” I choked out. “Trew, I?—”