Page 48 of Gilded Curses

Despite the tension growing inside, he chuckled and bent his lips to her ear. “I doubt that. Are you going to beg me for release?”

Her head turned on the pillow. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“No. I want to hear you say I’ll be the only man you’re fucking from here on out.”

Despite the quiver in her body and need for release, she stubbornly set her chin. “If you say the same thing.”

“I already told you that while this is happening between us, there will be no others. You’ve made no such promise.”

He didn’t realize how much that bothered him until now. He was on the verge of finally being inside her again, and his cock ached from the blood filling it, but he’d walk away if he didn’t hear those words.

“Say it, Sahira.”

“You’re the only man I’ll fuck,” she promised. “As long as I’m the only woman you fuck, no one else will have me.”

“You’re right about that,” he growled as he finally entered her.

When her inviting sheath enveloped him, he groaned. She was so exquisite it was as if she were made for him.

She made him feel better than anyone ever had, but it was more than that. Being inside her was like coming home. He never wanted to leave as he thrust deeper, harder, and longer while her fingers dug into the pillow.

He was so close to release, but needing to see her again, he pulled out and rolled her over. When he joined with her again, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that demanded everything from her, as his body did.

He wouldn’t take anything less than everything from her and would make sure she gave it to him. As power swirled between them, he feasted on the energy their sex created, sating the dark fae hunger, but when it came to her, he didn’t think he’d ever be completely satisfied.

He’d always clamor for more.

Knowing she had to be hungry too, he broke the kiss and turned his neck for her to feed. His hands compressed on her when her fangs sank into his throat. Together, they made each other stronger as they cried out in ecstasy while also demanding more.

He didn’t know when they finally separated, but he was exhausted and panting for air when he drew her into his arms and held her. It would be a long time before he let her go again.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Every time he drifted awake, Orin would reach for her and smile when rewarded with her presence. Sometimes, they would have sex again; other times, her presence soothed him, and he fell back asleep.

It was midmorning when he woke again to find her nestled securely against him. He’d woken with other women before, but never to discover his arms locked around them and his nose buried in their hair so he could inhale their scent.

He did so now, and when he did, he smiled as his hand flattened on her belly and slid a little lower.

“Haven’t you had enough?” she murmured.

“I’m a dark fae; there’s no such thing as enough. Are you done with me?”

Her mouth twitched toward a smile, but the circles under her eyes spoke of her exhaustion. His hand stilled on her before returning to her belly as he pulled her closer. Yes, he’d like to ease his rigid cock again, but it could wait.

“I didn’t say to stop,” she said. “Just let me sleep through some of it.”

He burst out laughing before bending to kiss her cheek. “No one sleeps through anything I do.”

“Hmm,” she murmured as her eyes closed. “Let me be the judge of that.”

He decided to do exactly that as he explored her body while listening to small shifts in her breathing. She kept her eyes closed, but her legs parted for him. When he climbed on top and planted his hands on either side of her head, he bent to nibble on her bottom lip.

“You’re still awake,” he murmured.

She cracked an eye open. “Am I? I think you’ll have to do something a little bit more to make sure of it.”

“You’re a saucy little enchantress.”