‘Good. Now. Tell me what you want,’ he said, still hard as he knelt in front of her, inspecting her.
‘I want you,’ she breathed, unable to look away from the sapphire depths of his eyes, knowing nothing other than this dreamlike ecstasy. ‘I want…I…’
‘I know what you want.’ He smiled cruelly, his eyes full of lust. ‘But you can’t have it. Not yet. First, I am going to enjoy you,just as I would enjoy a ripe oyster. And I forbid you to orgasm. Are we clear?’ He fixed her with a firm stare.
‘Yes, sir,’ she stammered, tingling with anticipation and aching to be pleasured.
His hands were warm on her thighs as he pushed them further apart, and bent his head to her openness. He looked up at her and smiled, and then lowered his head to her and began to caress her with his tongue.
Faye moaned loudly, instantly feeling a wicked, wild pleasure start to erupt in the core of her being. Finn’s mouth and tongue was unlike any she had experienced before; he seemed to know exactly how to touch her, what pressure to use, what movements to make. Faye felt herself approach orgasm almost immediately; she was so very ready, but, as if Finn knew that she was close, he tapped her on the thigh as if to remind her that she wasn’t allowed to climax until he said so.
‘Please, sir,’ she made a loud, yearning cry. ‘I want to come. Please, Finn.’
He moved his head gently from left to right:No.‘I told you. You are not permitted to call me by my first name.’
Even the motion of his refusal brought her to the edge of oblivion. Faye tried to pull away from his mouth, knowing that she was too close, that she wouldn’t be able to help her coming orgasm, that she was so suffused with pleasure that it was impossible, but he gripped her naked bottom with both hands and drew her back into his mouth. Faye screamed with pleasure.
He began running the length of his tongue up and down her, from the opening of her to the top of her clitoris, lapping her gently like a thirsty dog. He knew that soft, regular movements and a gentle growing intensity of pressure was what she liked, what felt good to her, and somehow it continued to feel to Faye as if she was reaching a plateau, approaching an orgasmthat never came. Instead, every moment, every breath, was a continuing orgasmic moment.
Suddenly, he stopped, and stood up. He held out a hand for her, and guided her gently to the bed. Laying her down on the silky material, he kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
‘You did very well,’ he murmured. ‘I know that was difficult for my little sweet one. She has been so patient with me playing with her. But I enjoy playing with my little doll so very much,’ he breathed.
She wanted him inside her so badly by now that she could no longer control herself at all. She kissed him deeply, and reached for him. He was hard with desire for her, and he moaned deeply as she moved her hand gently up and down.
‘Faye. Faye,bruadarach, neach-gaoil,’ he murmured, opening his eyes to meet hers. His fingers stroked her, but she was so wet now, so swollen and ripe and full of pleasure, that they could find no purchase except to slide inescapably inside her.
‘Not yet,’ he said, and pulled her back to him. He took one nipple in his mouth and licked and caressed it with his tongue, while stroking her clit gently. Faye felt herself close to orgasm almost immediately, and he seemed to know, because he stroked her more slowly and returned to kissing her mouth and neck.
‘Please. I want…’ she gasped.
And as she was moaning loudly, lost on the waves of desire and pleasure, he pushed deep into her.
He filled her totally, and their bodies fit together as if they were one. He groaned, growled, deep in his chest and held her tight as he thrust inside her deeper and deeper.
‘Now, you may come,’ he whispered in her ear.
Faye had no consciousness apart from pleasure; the hot, sweet orgasm rose from her like an unstoppable wave, reaching higher and higher as Finn stroked in and out of her slowly,deeply. She was with him under the waves again, in the rolling of the salt water that was their sweat and saliva; they were the power of the ocean, and they were life and death and pleasure combined.
Finally, she shouted for him to come into her as hard as he could, and felt herself clutching and biting his shoulder as her climax came, bigger than she had ever had before.
Her whole body was aflame; pleasure screamed and sang in her stomach, in her elbows and toes. She was screaming his name and other words she had no awareness of. She came again and again against him, feeling him deep and hard within her, returning his urgent, hot kisses as he called out her name, mixed with the Gaelic words she did not understand.
And yet, at the same time, woven among her cries of ecstasy, Faye felt an undercurrent of danger. Perhaps it was because they were in the faerie realm, where time operated differently, but there was an uncountable moment when Faye saw a darkness open up around her. It was like being at the bottom of the ocean, and she felt the terror of drowning. And in the second before she opened her eyes to return to her body, Faye remembered the expression of Levantiana’s human lover, lost in a desire he could never control.
The moment of darkness was fleeting, but Faye came back to her body with a sense of foreboding that nestled alongside the pleasure of being next to him, feeling his skin against hers, and dismissed the visions – of drowning, of the ocean, and of Levantiana’s human lover – as a moment of mindlessness.
They lay entangled in each other; he kissed her forehead, the end of her nose, her fingertips. Her heart felt as it never had: open, raw, like a rose that had bloomed before time, and it hurt a little from the intensity of their connection. She felt tears start in her eyes, and wiped them away. But the ache wasn’t pain orregret; rather, it was a sadness that she had waited all this time to know this kind of pleasure.
He kissed away her tears.
‘What troubles you,neach-gaoil? You are safe with me. Do not be frightened. You are my lover now; remember, mine is a broken heart that needs to heal. Be happy that you are doing that.’ He put his hand on his heart, then on hers. ‘Here. To here.’ He kissed her again tenderly. ‘There is a bond now, not easily broken. I enjoy playing with you, just as you enjoy being played with, my sweet one. But our union is more than that. You know that it is.’
‘I…I haven’t known that before,’ she stammered, trying to grasp on to some kind of clarity.
‘The love of a faerie king is not something that many mortals will ever experience.’ He gave a soft chuckle.
‘Why me, then? I am half faerie, so you say. Why is that so significant, if it’s true?’
