The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,67
I press my thumb to her clit. Crying out, she bounces faster, and with her weight on top of me, she’s driving my cock so deep I don’t know how it isn’t hurting her.
My balls tighten and pressure builds. I won’t be far behind her. Hopefully I can hold back until she’s gotten off, but at the rate she’s going, I’m not sure I’ll be successful.
“You’re fucking me so good, baby,” I rasp out, circling her clit faster. “It’s so, so good.”
My dirty praise must turn her on, because her body locks up a second later. Letting out a series of moans, her pussy grips me in a tantalizing rhythm. Clenching and releasing.
Her sounds. The sensations.
I’m done for.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her down while thrusting up. Rooted deep, I explode inside her. Every jet pulsing from my cock is so strong I can’t even think about anything else. My muscles seize. My lungs are frozen.
When I can finally exhale, I groan against Whitley’s neck, not even caring if we’re being loud enough to alert the entire ship to what’s happening.
Lights suddenly flash behind my eyelids.
I’d almost forgotten about the best part.
I’m still coming when I force my eyes open. Whitley’s jaw is dropped in shock as she looks at the sparks going off in the air around us.
“The mate bond is detonating,” I tell her, thrusting one more time. “Those are our fireworks. Just for us, baby.”
The yellow and white flickers dissipate quickly, but I’ll always cherish the way they sparkled in my mate’s eyes.
A sensation that’s both heavy and light at the same time settles in my chest. The bond is complete. Solid. Forever.
Letting out a laugh, Whitley places her hands on my face and kisses me. It’s a messy meeting of lips because we can’t stop smiling, but it’s the best kiss we’ve had yet.
Because now our souls are intertwined. Her life is mine and mine is hers.
“I love you.” Whitley yawns. “I guess I didn’t tell you that yet, but I do.”
“And I love you.” I lie back and she comes down with me, sprawling out on my body like it’s her own personal pillow.
Shifting until I’m comfortable, I enjoy how her pussy is slick from my release. My cock is still inside her, and I haven’t softened yet. Honestly, I could take her again right now.
“I want a repeat.” Gathering her hair, I sweep it to the side.
As I comb through the strands with my fingers, I marvel at how the warm light from the lantern makes her hair look like copper in some places and gold in others.
“I want you from behind next,” I say thoughtfully, wondering what her ass would look like up in the air. “Would you be up for that?”
No response.
“Baby?”
Silence.
When I roll us to the side, my cock slips out of her. I wince at the loss of her warmth, but I’m too concerned to care about round two. Whitley’s eyes are closed and her head lolls.
“Hey.” Grabbing her by the shoulders, I give her a shake.
Completely limp, she lets out a sleepy sigh with a small smile on her lips.
I push up on an elbow. “Shit.”
Something else I forgot? My powers will be amplified after our coupling. Gritting my teeth, I try with all my might to reel the slumber vibes in, but they ebb out of me like an overflowing fountain.
I can’t turn it off.
Whitley’s asleep because of me, and I have no idea when she’ll wake up.
Damon
Everyone on the whole damn ship is unconscious, including the captain who’s supposed to be steering. I don’t know anything about navigating the lake, so I bring down the sails and lower the anchor. This will set us back, but it can’t be helped. If I try to man the ship by myself, we’re likely to end up back in the Night Realm.
“Sorry, Linus.” I slip a pillow between the captain’s head and the hard deck—because I’m not a barbarian—but before I lift my hand away, I pick up one of his dreadlocks.
Squinting, I study the fibers of his dark hair. There’s some gray woven in, telling of his old age. It feels rough like a rope, but it doesn’t resemble the ones holding up the sails. Those have more order—a twisted pattern.
I should get back to Whitley, but I’m distracted by everything I see. The texture of the wooden boards beneath my feet. The twinkling stars in the sky. The moonlight reflected off the rippling water.