“Fuck, I love this dress on you,” he whispered, his lips trailing downward to my hardening peaks. He took one deep into his mouth, causing me to cry out and arch against him.
I barely noticed the limo rumbling to life.
Didn’t even care if the driver heard me or knew what we were doing.
The way Tray seduced my body to heed his every desire left me winded and writhing on top of him. Having access to his mind only intensified the experience, hearing his wants and needs providing an intimate map for me to navigate. One I excelled at following, my sense of direction being a skill I’d worked tirelessly over the years to perfect.
He unbuttoned his dress pants. Slid down the zipper. And slipped my panties to the side to plunge inside me in a single thrust.
Oh, that slit on my dress certainly came in handy, making it far too easy for him to take me with all our clothes still intact. Which only seemed to make me burn hotter for him.
The silver cuff he gifted me stayed at home, leaving me free to play with my new talents. And I used them to caress him, the darkness pouring from me in a cloud that engulfed us both.
It urged him to move faster.
Harder.
To take me to new heights and beyond.
“You’re killing me, Ella,” he breathed, his pace increasing as he found my mouth once more.
Our pants and moans were all that followed, our minds and bodies fully attuned to each other.
It was always like this between us—passionate, consuming, and otherworldly. Most days, I couldn’t believe this had become my life.
Others, I couldn’t imagine it any other way.
I came around him on a groan, my soul and heart rejoicing as he followed me swiftly into oblivion. We never stopped kissing. Never stopped touching. Never stoppedexisting.
Even as I came down from the high, all I wanted was more.
Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be possible until after the dance.
Until after we finished this once and for all.
I kissed him soundly, pouring all my emotions into his mouth with my tongue, and he returned the favor in kind before eventually helping me fix my dress. His clever use of the handkerchief from his breast pocket had me giggling. “So that’s the point of those—to help clean up.”
He smirked. “Well, it’s one use.”
We never used a condom between us because diseases weren’t an issue for the fae, and pregnancy apparently was controlled by the male.
I had some choice opinions on that part, but Tray assured me he would never trigger it without talking to me first. As I could read his mind, I knew he meant it.
He pressed his lips to my temple. “Ready, Ella?”
I nodded, relaxing into his side. “Yes.”
Tonight marked the end of an era.
And the beginning of a new one.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ella
The Winter Ballwas held in the same venue as the Holiday Ball, making the surroundings eerily familiar. Only, the decorations were blue and silver, not red and green. But everything else reminded me of that fated night from years ago.
Including theprincestanding near the staircase. I had to begrudgingly admit that Dash had aged well, his handsome face slightly more cut and edged than his freshman version. He was also about six inches taller with broader shoulders. But I recognized the dick beneath the exterior, that same arrogant flare radiating from his too-blue eyes as he grinned at everyone who approached him.
