The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,66

almost glad I don’t have my sight because my sense of touch is heightened.

When I slam my hips against Whitley’s again, I’m weak from the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

The wet glide.

So silky and warm.

As her snug pussy encases my cock, her breath puffs by my ear. The smooth skin of her stomach is damp with sweat, and the hardened tips of her breasts rub against my chest with every thrust.

If only I had more hands.

I want to touch her everywhere.

Sliding my arm out from under her, I palm one of her soft mounds, barely hovering over her nipple so I can feel the way the flesh moves and bounces while I fuck her.

“Damon.” Whitley’s crazy with passion, writhing under me. Rubbing her feet along the back of my legs. Clenching her fingers around my hand that’s pinning her down.

Turning her head to the side, she bites my arm.

I see a flash of white.

Her teeth.

Gasping, I don’t stop pumping into her as I lower my face just inches from hers. It’s fuzzy at first, but shapes and colors begin to appear. Shadows around her nose. The pink pillows of her lips. Her long lashes flutter and there’s a blue sliver of her iris through the slits of her eyes.

“Open all the way,” I command, roughly gripping her chin. “Look at me.”

As soon as she does, our eyes connect and everything sharpens.

The visual stimulation adds a whole new layer to the experience. The lines are almost too harsh, the details overwhelming.

Although it’s dim in here, my eyes flit around, from the stardust lantern to the way the light illuminates Whitley’s creamy skin. Her sunset hair. Her crystal eyes.

She smiles, and it’s radiant. “You can see!”

In response, a triumphant shout bursts from me. In one smooth motion, I flip us over. As much as I like Whitley underneath me, I want to admire her in all her glory.

“Sit up.” I pat her ass. “Let me look at you.”

Undulating her hips, she doesn’t stop our lovemaking as she obeys.

As soon as she’s upright, I’m torn between watching her tits and staring at the place where my cock is lodged inside her.

Her pussy wins.

With rapt fascination, I focus on the place where we’re joined. My shaft looks good disappearing into her body.

I think it should be like this, always. Me and her, finding a thousand different ways to have sex.

After we defeat the coven, I’ll dedicate all my time to satisfying Whitley. I’ll worship her like the queen she was always meant to be. I imagine her sitting on her throne and me kneeling before her, with my head buried between her thighs.

My gaze goes up to her flat stomach and her cute belly button. I graze the smooth skin with my fingertips. Reaching her ribs, I bump over each bone.

And her breasts. The perfect globes jiggle with her body as she rides me. I’m mesmerized by it, the way her dusky pink nipples go up and down.

A drop of water hits her skin and trickles down her sternum.

Confused, I frown up at her face. Wet streams streak her cheeks, and I’m suddenly alarmed.

I bolt up and wipe her tears. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replies with a shaky smile. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s just so overwhelming.”

“I understand.”

And I really do. The bond is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I’m complete. Happy. Loved.

A sense of wholeness is mending my heart. All the lonely years I’ve had are nothing but a memory, and I can feel my soul becoming new. Clean. Every lie I’ve ever told, every oath I’ve broken—all those shadows start to disappear, and it’s like heavy shackles falling away.

“My mate.” Filled with gratefulness for my good fortune, I trace her cheeks, her nose, and that adorable indent in her chin. “My beautiful, lovely, wonderful mate.”

Scooting us, I move until I’m sideways on the mattress with my back pressed against the wall.

It’s time to finish this so we can do it again. And again.

Holding onto Whitley’s hips, I guide her motions. She grasps my shoulders for leverage as she rocks over me.

I want to watch her, but I’d rather feel instead. I bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in. Then I kiss her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulders.

I leave no inch of skin neglected as I make my way up to her ear.

Her pussy flutters around my cock and she throws her head back. “I-I’m gonna come soon.”

Remembering how she responded when I touched her swollen bundle of nerves,