He moved very little. Just enough to make her eyes drift. Enough for them to experience passion on a more emotional level. The sensation was difficult to describe. Impossible to explain.
There was no way to know how long they stayed that way. Only that it felt like it would never be long enough. He didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want to lose this untouchable sensation. Yet he worried when their need grew too great, and she began moving. Stroked him in a way that made him grab her backside tighter and kiss her with a new kind of hunger.
A new, far more rampant kind of lust.
“’Tis our magic at work,” he realized, groaned, but couldn’t seem to stop. “’Tis...eager...”
“I know,” she murmured in his ear and wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist. Slid up and down his far too vulnerable cock. “And can you blame it?”
He tried to think straight. Answer correctly.
“Is this what you want?” He cupped her cheeks and met her eyes. “Because I sense ‘twill be impossible to stop if—”
“It’s what I want.” Her eyes were seemingly free of magic, yet he felt it simmering beneath the surface. “You. This. Now, Cian.”
“Even if it means a babe?”
“Even if.” She leaned her cheek into his touch and rolled her hips in a fashion that drove him to distraction. “Please.”
He tried, he really did, but when she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against his chest, and moved in a steady rhythm, he was lost to what might and might not be real.
What may be them, or may be magic.
It all blended together in the best experience of his life as he moved with her. Met her thrusts. Met the passion smoldering between them. He sensed there was more to this, knew she did too, but it didn’t stop the pressure building in him.
The unequivocal need.
The drive pushing them together. The burning pleasure.
When her breathing increased along with his, he felt her near-frantic need not just to peak but to have him peak too. She moved faster and faster, giving him no choice but to follow.
To give her what she wanted.
What he wanted.
“Cian,” she cried out before she squeezed her thighs around him, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and exploded.
The feel of her sheath gripping him so tightly made him groan in euphoria and let go so strongly colors exploded in his vision. For a flicker of a moment, he swore an emerald green light pulsed out from them, but it was gone as soon as he saw it, so maybe not.
Ashamed yet at the same time wrapped up in more bliss than he’d ever felt, he held her as tightly as she held him and shook. Trembled with the sheer force of his release. The untouchable pleasure of filling her with his seed again and again because it seemed endless.
They remained that way for a while. Holding one another. Lost in each other. Until she finally pulled back, cupped his cheek, and met his gaze with dewy yet content eyes. “It’s okay...thiswas okay.” Emerald flashed in her eyes. “Meant to be.”
He wasn’t sure what to make of that other than his heart warmed at her assurance that this hadn’t just been uncontrollable passion but something more. Something only she seemed to understand before the emerald in her eyes faded, and a soft smile curled her lips.
“Iamsorry, though.” She shook her head. “Sorry for yanking you every which way.” She bit the corner of her lip. “For taking you like that when you swore you wouldn’t...that we wouldn’t.”
“’Tis safe to say I took you just as much.” He meant to pull away but only ended up brushing his lips across hers again and keeping her close. “At this point, we are truly in the gods’ hands.”
“Because our hands can’t be trusted, eh?” She kept smiling and dropped a few more kisses on his mouth. “But who can blame us? We’re...”
Though she trailed off and shook her head, he understood. They were this.Love. Right down to their core. Right down to places inside him he had no idea existed.
Ordidhe?
“You did,” she murmured. “We both did at one time.” She pulled away but kept his hand in hers as if she couldn’t stand to let go. “Then we forgot when something got in the way. Something that kept us from doing what we’re doing now. Getting ready to do.” She admired her ring before worry flared in her eyes. “Or are we?” She shook her head. “Who’s going to marry us?”
“I will,”Oran said from somewhere in the woodland.“I’m an ancient Fae priest who has such privilege when it comes to marrying druids.”
