He kisses the spot where my pulse meets my throat. “You’ll figure it out.”
Wilder moves down, erasing all thoughts but those of him. He kisses between my breasts, nipping at my ribs. His hands hold my hips, and his magic draws a warm web over my skin, playing with my senses.
It feels unlike anything. It washes the pain from my body—my mind.
“I guess they were right.” I tip my head back as Wilder kisses just above where I need him. “All those centuries do something for your skills in bed.”
Wilder chuckles, looking up at me. “Are you using me for my body, Elorie?”
“Maybe.” I grin, grazing my finger over his ear, pausing at the point. “I didn’t know that it could be like this with Fae.”
“You’ve never been with a Fae before?”
I bite my lower lip, shaking my head.
The dark grin that crosses his lips lights his eyes. “Well then, let me tell you a secret.”
In one swift move, faster than I can think, and with no trouble at all, Wilder flips us around so that he’s beneath me, and I’m at his shoulders, hovering so close I feel his lips grazing me where I need him most.
“Wilder.” My hands dig into his thick brown hair, but he wraps them in aether and tugs them overhead, exposing the front of my body as I dangle above him.
He turns his head to kiss the inside of one thigh, slowly working his way in. “The fact that it feels like this between us has nothing to do with me being Fae or you being human.”
Wilder skips where I need him, turning to kiss the inside of my other thigh, and it’s pure torture. My hips rock, but he denies me.
I glare down at him, and he smiles. “Then what is it?”
“This.” He tilts his chin, finally dragging his tongue over me and making the entire room fuzzy. “This is just us. And you are the best thing I’ve ever felt”—he drags his tongue over me again—“and ever tasted. You were made for me, Starfire.”
At that, Wilder shoves my hips down onto his face, and he steals any argument from my lips. His fingers gripmy backside as he times my hips with his movements. Like the lapping of waves against the shore, he drags his tongue in and out, drawing delicious circles.
His golden eyes don’t leave me as he wraps me with his aura. And while his hands stay at my hips, something else nips its way up my skin, toying with my nipples. He’s everywhere, and it makes me need more of him.
His flesh.
His body.
A bind in my chest bursts, and my magic fights back against his restraints, tearing the aether from around my wrists so I can grip the headboard. He grins, seeing what I’ve done.
“I need more.” My mind is racing, and my heart is quicker than a hummingbird as he lifts me up and throws me back down on the bed, not wasting a moment before driving deep between my legs.
His kiss tastes like me.
Like us.
Like magic.
I wrap my arms around him, and his runes warm at my touch. Until we’re brighter than the sun streaming through the window, bursting into a thousand pieces. It’s only Wilder’s hands—his touch—that keeps me here. He clasps the side of my face while we catch our breaths, sunlight glinting against his golden eyes.
I’m going to have to let this go.
Lethimgo.
He plants a kiss on my lips. “Not yet.”
Chapter 42
Elorie
