Page 86 of Dark Fey Captive

He made a pained sound and then was kissing me savagely. It robbed me of breath, made my head spin, and ignited a fire in my body. Hopping up, I wrapped my arms around his waist. One of his large hands gripped my ass while the other massaged my neck.

I didn’t know he was walking until my back hit the mattress.

He had my clothes off in seconds. Tearing was involved, and it was hot as hell. The moment his head dipped between my legs, I groaned and threaded my fingers in his hair. His tongue was magic, and I was addicted to what he did to me. How he made me feel. And how much he seemed to crave me. I’d already lost count of the number of times he’d gone down on me over the past few days. I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

It didn’t take him long to push me over the edge, and I came with a cry.

He plunged his fingers deep inside of me, curling them, and I whimpered at the second wave that he ripped from me. Floating high, I rode out the bliss as his tongue shifted to the side, allowing me to come down at my own pace. Tension bled out of me until I was a limp pile of blissed-out limbs on the mattress.

His fingers moved inside me, creating little aftershocks. When those eased, he withdrew, kissed my inner thigh, and hooked my knee over his shoulder. I knew what was next and sighed, ready for the deep dive.

His tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at my channel. He growled several times, eating me out with gusto until I started to come back to myself.

That’s when I heard the infected calls outside. They layered over each other. Definitely more than two.

“Nav?”

“Hmm?” His tongue didn’t leave me.

“I think my screams drew more infected. We need to stop.”

His tongue curled inside of me, stroking that spot that made me want to promise him anything if he would just keep doing that.

My whine was real when he withdrew. He kissed the inside of my thighs again, his fingers teasing my folds.

“Stay here. I will clear the infected and be back.”

He planted a kiss on my clit.

“Don’t move.”

As if I could. I could barely turn my head to watch him walk out the door.

Sighing, I pulled a blanket over my body since the curtains weren’t closed—again—and waited for my pulse to return to normal. Outside, an infected’s call was cut short. I cringed, already imagining how Nav would return.

With a groan of my own, I rolled out of bed and went to clean up. The quick rinse in the shower was pure heaven. We needed to figure out how to bring some solar panels to the island. Not that we had any running water there. The camp showers someone had rigged were good, but always hurried because the water supply was limited. Plus, it was cold in the middle of winter.

The solar panels here generated enough energy to heat the water and the house. I’d unplugged the non-essentials like most of the appliances. But left the washer. I used it yesterday and hung the clothes up outside to dry. The rest of the power went to the water heater and the furnace.

The front door opened as I was getting dressed in the bedroom.

“Shower is yours,” I called. Then I paused, pulling on my underwear. He never asked for a return favor after going down on me.

I listened to the shower turn on and tossed the clean clothes back on the dresser. Having my world rocked was amazing. Rocking his was just as fun, though, and something I hadn’t done in the last few days due to Belak’s presence.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom.

The curtain was tugged aside in response, and I was able to appreciate the water cascading over Nav’s chiseled perfection. I followed its path down to his hips. The deeper grey color of his cock always fascinated me.

“I don’t mind.”

Tearing my gaze from where I planned to put my mouth, I noticed a rivulet of pink water winding down the side of his leg.

“Maybe I should wait until you’re done with the rinse.”

“I am done.”

“The water is still pink.” I pointed at the bottom of the tub.