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Kayla lay back before she beckoned for him to join her. But as Ryan stretched out his big body over hers, she turned under him. She got on her hands and knees to rub her bottom against his belly.

“Put your arms around my waist. I want to show you something.”

Ryan sent a quelling thought to his stiff cock and did as she commanded, rocking a little as their bodies lifted off the mattress to float above it.

“You have been practicing your thought-spells.”

“I think about that night you did this to me and made me think I was dreaming.” Slowly she rubbed her damp sex against his rigid shaft. “You still do, every time we’re together.”

He shifted, bringing the full bulb of his tip to nudge her slick opening. Suddenly he couldn’t wait another moment to have her.

“I’m coming into you now, love.”

Kayla cried out her delight as he thrust into her. Her softness was wet, heated, and welcoming to his hard invasion. Ryan lifted her hips against him to forge deeper with every stroke, plunging into her again and again until she whimpered and writhed beneath him.

They fell to the mattress, and he dragged her over to the side, crouching and bracing his feet so he could work himself for her pleasure. Fucking her like this felt primal and savage and darkly arousing. It made his shaft swell until their fit grew so tight they both groaned.

Ryan reached under her to cup her pretty breasts, and murmured how it pleased him to tease her beaded nipples while he plowed in and out of her. He watched Kayla’s fingers curl into the coverlet, and jerked out of her to turn her over to face him. Watching her eyes as he slowly pushed back inside her made his balls tighten, but he was not ready to empty his seed into her. He bent his head to suckle her, lashing her tight peaks over and over as he gave her slow, heavy thrusts of his cock.

Her hands gripped his hair, becoming trapped by the twining strands as she brought his face to hers.

“Kiss me.”

As he did, her sweet tongue glided against his, mimicking his stroking. She took her lips from him, and looked into his eyes. Something was amiss.

“What is it, love?”

“Now that the curse is lifted, I think I can get pregnant. Somehow, I just feel it. I’ll have to talk to Wallace about it, but…I want to.” She looked all over his face. “I want your child in me. Will you give me your baby?”

Her request made Ryan’s self-control snap. He pumped into her, eager to fill her with his love and the dream of a child. She wrapped her legs around him, her eyelashes fluttering. Her skin took on a golden glow as her climax burst around him. The strong, rhythmic contractions dragged him with her, and he jetted into the center of her delight.

He kept his shaft nestled in her as he held her through the last tremors of bliss. Kayla cuddled against him, her lips parting on a low sigh before she fell asleep.

Ryan held her and allowed himself to imagine the child she wanted, and that he knew could never be.

Chapter 13

KAYLA SUSPECTED THAT all of Nefele had turned out for their clan leader’s celebration. She and Ryan led the warriors of Forever Faire through the streets of the water city to Devalan’s dwelling. Hundreds of Fae dressed in fantastic outfits of white lace, silk and satin smiled at them as they passed huge tables filled with beautifully-prepared platters and bowls of food. Wine replaced water in the five fountains outside the clan leader’s huge mansion. Enchanted crystal goblets floated around each fount, waiting to be plucked out of the air and filled.

Colm left them to accompany Christine on a tour of her clan’s city, and the rest of the men spread out to enjoy the food and drink.

“He really knows how to throw a party,” Kayla said to Ryan. “I’m sorry we couldn’t talk Tara or Jannon into coming. Both of them have family here.”

“I believe they had their own private party planned,” he told her.

They paused to watch a group of graceful dancers performing on a platform made of a geyser and whirling crystal disks. Beneath the watery stage a large orchestra performed gorgeous music on the Fae’s strangely-shaped instruments. The most impressive was a wide pyramid of glass tubes filled with different levels of water, which a single giant Cloudstar played with silver sticks.

“Our guests of honor,” Devalan declared. “Welcome back, Niece.”

He climbed down the steps of the pavilion to bow before Kayla.

“Thanks for inviting me this time,” she said. A little girl was hiding behind him, and Kayla smiled at the shy child. “You’ve got a funny tail, Clan Leader.”

“I’m not a tail,” the girl protested. She popped out, her white curls bobbing as she planted her hands on her hips. “I’m Larya.”

“I’m your cousin, Kayla,” she said, bowing to the child, who giggled with delight. “This is Ryan Sheridan, the master of Forever Faire.”

Larya’s pale green eyes took him in. “He’s very large. Are all his clan so big?”