His touch.
His magic.
His gaze.
The sensations are overwhelming.
“Starfire, we’ve only just gotten started. I plan to have you coming on my cock all night long.” He rocks his hips forward, and I’m at his mercy with my hands pinned overhead. “I want to see it, Elorie. Show me.”
“Show you what?” My head tips back as he inches in a little more, already stretching me wide.
“I want to see how bright you burn.” Wilder thrusts his hips until they meet mine, driving deep in one brutal thrust.
Air chokes my lungs, silencing my scream. His fingers dig into my hips as he watches where we connect. And when his eyes meet mine, I feel it.
I’m glowing.
Not my skin or my hair, but my soul. Somewhere deep, I’m burning up. I’m whole. Wilder lies over me, rocking his hips and releasing my wrists. He doesn’t need to hold them because I surrender.
There’s no running.
No escape.
There is just this night between the two of us, and I’m certain I’ll never recover.
My nails dig into his back as he takes me. Hard thrusts drive me up the bed. My heels dig into the backs of his thighs, and there’s no denying that he’ll make good on his promise. His touch is the end of me, and yet, it feels like the creation of something else.
Wilder’s lips brush mine, and I’m a raw nerve ready to erupt again. “Gods, you’re perfect. I could have imagined your face a thousand more years and never come close.”
Those words. His eyes. They send me stumbling over the edge, and I pull him with me. We tumble like the stars fall from the sky. Like realms colliding.
Like the beginning and end of everything.
Chapter 41
Elorie
Wilder’s heartbeat is steady.
Strong.
But it’s too fast for a Fae. Too mortal.
As I’ve started to tap into my magic, my senses have strengthened. I’ve tried to ignore it under the delusion of thinking I can distance myself from my Fae blood, but there’s no denying it in the light of morning.
Wilder’s heart thrums in his chest as loudly as a drum in the room. Haunting me with every beat.
My fingers splay on his stomach. It’s etched in small scars, but these are fainter than the one on his face. Faint whisps of white light web from my fingers, weaving across Wilder’s bronze skin. It sparkles as it flows out across the room, climbing the walls.
“You found your magic.”
It vanishes, caving back in the second he says it. Maybe Lady Reah was right, and fear is what’s been holding me back. The surge of power is terrifying as it brims to the surface. The power to resurrect is also going to be the power to destroy all of Wilder’s people.
To destroy him.
I look up to find him watching me. He’s propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head. His other hand grazes my bare back. The silk sheets are on the floor, leaving us completely exposed if anyone were to walk in.
“No one can walk in.”He smirks, and I glance to see a faint shimmer on the door. “And no one can hear us.”
