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Forty-Seven
Rivven
Irealized it was a dream as soon as I found myself in my room in Elvenloft where I’d taken Nyah to test her truthfulness before the Imrati. Gods it was good to be somewhere that felt normal, even safe. At least it had felt that way before Elora’s jealousy had prompted her to turn us in.
A bottle of mead sat full on the round table, and I helped myself to it.
“You going to share that, Your Highness? Because I could sure use some too.”
I whipped around at the sound of Nyah’s voice, nearly spitting out the liquid. Not only was she there, but she was in her real body, with long chestnut colored hair and soft round curves. She wore a simple, white shift that highlighted the shape of everything beneath while keeping the details in shadow. It was enough to stir my cock to life. Gods it had been so long since I’d been able to touch the real her.
“This is a dream,” I reminded myself, not that I’d be able to turn her away in any world.
She smiled, and her pale blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief. She took a few steps toward me, tilting her head in a way that made me want to take her right then and there.
“Yes,” she admitted. “But it’s really me. I had to find you before you came to Synbari. There’s so much I need to te—”
“Is that where you are?” I asked, making up the distance in two strides because I couldn’t hold back another second from taking her in my arms.
She gasped when I pressed her against me, our bodies lining up perfectly just as I remembered. One hand I splayed at the small of her back, teasing the top of her perfect bottom. With the other I cupped her face, fingers threaded through her silken hair and thumb stroking the smooth skin near her ear. She leaned into me as her scent invaded my senses, making me even harder.
“Rivven,” she murmured, seeming just as lost as I was.
Unable to stand another second, I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. She opened to me immediately, moaning into the kiss I claimed her with. If I hadn’t been so starved for her, I might have worried I would hurt her with the intensity of it. But she returned the force with equal measure, hot little tongue tangling with mine in a desperate, hungry dance.
I lifted her around the waist, and she hooked her legs over my hips as I walked us back to the bed. Then, still connected at the mouth, I laid her across the downy covers as I bent over her. I explored her body, reveling in the feel of her beneath me. My palm slid up the curve of her stomach to the mounds of her breasts where I found her nipples like tiny pebbles that made her tremble when I ran my thumbs over them.
She threw her head back into the pillow and moaned, arching up toward me like she was offering herself to be consumed.
And I was a starving man.
I paused long enough to rip off my shirt and trousers as she leaned back on the bed, reaching for me.
“Gods, Nyah, you are too perfect.” I narrowed my eyes at the thin, white material blocking me, and in one quick burst of magic, I incinerated it, revealing the artistry beneath. She gasped, startled, but I hadn’t left a mark. I followed the path of her body with my gaze, drinking in the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and then the tuft of dark curls between her thighs that already glistened with sweet nectar.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered as I slid over her, unable to stand the distance. Her arms curled around me, sliding up my back and over my shoulders, and the simple touch sent tremors of need through every inch of me. But when she cupped my bottom and reached around for my cock, I grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head.
“I want to touch you,” she complained.
“If you do, I won’t last long enough to do what I want, little spy.” To silence her protests, I took her nipple in my mouth, biting down, then soothing over it with the tip of my tongue.
She sucked in a sharp intake of breath. I needed my hands, but I didn’t trust her to behave. So I called the water over from the spout near the tub. It floated through the air and circled her wrists, hardening into cuffs of ice. Some part of me knew the things I was doing were beyond my abilities, but this was a dream after all, and I planned to take every advantage.
“I never want to wake up,” I admitted aloud, then cupped one perfect breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb.
Her hips lifted, and her core slid against my cock, now rock hard and dying to join with her. But I wasn’t going to rush this moment now that I finally had it. I planned to make it last.
The way she moaned my name nearly sent me over the edge. I readjusted myself so that I could hook her legs over my shoulders, so her most sensitive parts were open to me.
“Rivven, please,” she begged when I’d paused too long to stare at her utter perfection.
“As you wish,” I said and bent to feast. With every languid stroke of my tongue, she shuddered harder, straining her hips in search of pressure. And I knew where she wanted it, what she was asking for. I kissed my way up to the swollen nub of pleasure practically thrumming with need and sucked it into my mouth, swirling the tip of my tongue over it.
“Oh gods, Rivven.”
When she called my name again, I moaned in answer, slipping two fingers inside her dripping entrance. Knowing she was here, not only offering herself to me, but as desperate as I was, made me dizzy with need. I’d somehow earned this beautiful woman’s love, and I would take every opportunity I had to prove to her how seriously I took her trust. I bit down on her lightly as I curled and thrust until she came apart for me, her cries like the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I worked her down from the edge gradually, until her breath slowed. Then I crawled over her and let her taste her own desire from my lips.
In moments, she was thrusting against me again, the slick heat of her core eating away at whatever patience I had left.
