as he moves across my chest. He seems to know exactly how long to tease me with the pressure. Lifting and pressing. Every time my body starts to react and tries to break the spell, he pulls away and moves on to another untouched part of my body. When his finger touches my nipple, it’s like a jolt of electricity goes directly from the bud to my clit, and I gasp into his mouth, gripping his shoulders tightly. He grunts slightly, and I try to loosen my hold, aware my fae strength could hurt him.
“Sorry,” I murmur against his lips, but he just laughs and shakes his head.
“It’s my fault for teasing you,” he whispers, skimming his hand lower over my stomach. The little jolts make me squirm. “I know what you need.” With those promised words, he finally presses his finger against my clit, and I can’t contain my cry of pleasure. He whispers something in a language I don’t understand, and the tang of magic is heavy in the air. Both of his hands are now free, but the magic is still pulsing against me. Somehow, he’s managed to control the magic in a way that doesn’t cause my body to try to break it, but my mind is too pleasure addled to comprehend that right now.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel his finger stroke my entrance, gathering up my arousal before slowly pushing inside me. Moaning, I slide my hands down his back, encouraging him. He adds a second, then a third. The steady motion of his fingers and the on and off pressure of his magic against my clit is a heady feeling. It’s almost too much, and just as I think I can’t handle any more, he presses his thumb against my sensitive nub, sending me spiralling into an intense orgasm. Once he’s fully wrung every ounce of pleasure from me, he slowly removes his fingers, the magic disappearing, and pulls me flush against him, pressing soft kisses against my forehead.
Humming with pleasure, I snuggle up against him, running my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching against my hip. We lie together in comfortable silence for a little while longer, until I realise he has no intention of sating his own desires. Well, that’s not happening, I think to myself, pushing up onto my knees and pressing on his shoulders so he rolls onto his back.
“Wha—” Cutting him off, I press my mouth against his as I straddle him. “Clarissa!” He laughs into my mouth and pulls back, cupping my cheek. “I thought you might be too tired after the magic… I just wanted you to feel good. I wasn’t expecting anything in return. I don’t need sex tonight, I get to spend every day with you. We have plenty of time for that.”
Even if I hadn’t been determined before, I’m even more so now. Our next kiss is slow and passionate, and I push all my love and gratitude for him down our bond—all of the things I struggle to say out loud, my thoughts of inadequacy he saw past, and all of the feelings I had about him after he rescued me but I didn’t think I could act on. In return, he shows me how he views me, how as soon as his eyes landed on me in that chapel at Arhaven, his life changed forever. His eyes were opened that day, and he’s viewed the world differently ever since, but his thoughts never stray far from me. Our thoughts mingle until we are one mind, our breathing synchronised.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his hard cock. I squeeze gently and start to stroke, knowing from our joint minds exactly how fast and hard to go. He groans into my mouth, his hand sliding around my body and cupping my breast, tweaking my nipples until I’m gasping. We don’t talk, we don’t need to. Raising onto my knees, I position myself over him. I rub him over my entrance, using my arousal to lubricate the head of his cock, and then I slowly slide down onto his length. Throwing my head back, I moan as I savour the feeling of fullness, while Grayson hisses his own pleasure. I rock my hips, meeting his lust-filled gaze. Suddenly, he’s shifting his weight and sitting up, and if it wasn’t for his arms wrapped around my lower back, he might have