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Chapter 22
In Which I Go for a Swim
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The theoretical physicists say that time is what keeps everything from occurring at once. Under the influence of magic, time in Faerie still performs this function, but in apparent fits, starts andbillows.
~Big Book of Fairyland, “Rules ofMagic”
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My focus narrowed to Rogue and the diabolical things he did to me with his hands, mouth and that flower. I hadn’t known what desperate was until he’d driven me to the edge over and over, while I pleaded with him and made all sorts of wild promises.
Especially when he turned me to face him and started over on the front of my body.
I let myself go in a way I never could have while hanging on to my suspicions and fears. He knew it, too, drinking in my utter surrender and giving me back his.
In this way, our wedding night did become a consummation. The paired wish we’d used to cement our connection sang between us with increasing power, and we layered it with shared passion, mutual need and love.
Maybe even true love.
Because this felt unlike anything I’d imagined. A kind of emotional and mental harmony that seemed impossible to achieve. By the time he untied my wrists and draped me over the bed, hissing in fierce pleasure as his skin absorbed the blue pollen from mine, I seemed to be as much in his head as my own.
His cock ached as much as my sex and the sensation of my hot, slick channel clamping around it, combined with the drenching pleasure of him entering my body, shattered me. As we’d danced, we moved together, giving and taking, possessed and possessing, fusing ourselves into one body.
He drew out the moment, keeping me from coming as he kept himself, until we both were so taxed, so desperate, for one another, that there was no holding back.
We climaxed at the same instant, tumbling together from the heights, entirely tangled, consumed, each dissolved into the other.
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I came backto myself disoriented. Taking a moment, I blinked up at the arch of the dome and the snowflakes falling to briefly stick in crystalline complexity and then melt away. The candles had gone out and Rogue was still draped over me, like a blanket of man, his face buried in my hair, breathing deep and even. I stroked a hand down his long back and he stirred, lifting his head to look at me, lighting one candle so he could do so.
“Did you fall asleep?” I asked, meaning to tease.
But puzzlement entered his gaze. “I may have. I’m not sure.”
“That was extraordinary. We’d have to expect unusual results.”
“Would we, my Gwynn?” His mouth quirked in that smile and I felt the laugh behind it. He flexed his hips, moving in me. “Are you inviting me to experiment?”
“Yes,” I answered, meaning it. “Though maybe not tonight.”
“Yes,” he echoed. “Not tonight. We have an errand to run in the morning.”
“An errand?”
“I haven’t forgotten I promised to take you on a trip.”
“Aren’t we under siege now?”
A look of mischief crossed his face. “That will make it even more fun.”
I had to laugh at his idea of fun—but I also couldn’t wait to see what he had to show me. This time tomorrow, I’d have the answer to how Rogue—and all the fae perhaps—were conceived and born.
When I awoke to bright sunshine, Rogue was still with me. He was lying on his back and holding me cuddled against him with one arm, thoughts lazily dreaming. Feeling me waken, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Beauty awakes.”
