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He gently placed her back down, positioned it at her mouth, and whispered, “Aye then, ’tis yers, sweet lass … suck it … suck it hard …”
And when she did, she felt her body build a tension that riveted her with the ultimate pleasure until she exploded with a small scream that ripped out of her as she climaxed.
He pulled away and grinned with satisfaction before he whispered, “Now then …”
The next thing she knew he was kissing, nibbling, licking his way down her belly to the tuft of red hair at her apex, holding it with one hand while his long fingers spread the lips apart. “Such a pretty love nest …” he said softly, and he bent his head between her thighs, found the nub, and pleasured it with his textured tongue.
She arched again and groaned, “Yes … oh hell, yes … that … do that …”
He added a finger and began working her, vibrating the cleft, licking and nibbling. She felt it build up inside her, and release … release for her meant nearly sobbing out his name.
“Chance … oh … Chance!”
* * *
Chance was consumed with desire.
His life had been long, and many beauties had filled his mind and tickled his lust, but this … this was something that had conquered all logic, torn down all defenses … beat at his heart for relief.
The wee Fae princess was all he could think about. His dick was ever hard for her. He had but to think her name, which was all the damn time, and it would throb uncomfortably in his leather pants, egging him to take her! She wanted taking—he saw it, felt it, so why shouldn’t he take her?
He wanted to taste her, feel her, touch her, ram his hard-on deep inside her and never leave.
There was more to it than her beauty.
He had known that almost at once: the danger of ‘forever’ lurked in her eyes. Could he give forever?
Aye, but everything about her caught his eye. Her flaming red hair begged his hands to grab and hold and bring her to him. Her eyes drew him as no other before her ever had.
And still, there was more, so much more. She made him feel … feel things he had not thought he was capable of feeling. She made him forget his determination to never commit to any one woman. She made him laugh and hope, and … she made him see possibilities outside himself.
Aye, he wanted her beyond words. He wanted to ravage her and fill her with pleasure. He wanted her to climax under his care, because of his touch, and then he wanted to make her go off again and again. When she did, it was a pleasure he had never experienced before in his life.
He was filled with exultation.
He had fulfilled her.
And he discovered it was all he wanted to do.
He also discovered he was in trouble.
He suddenly realized how his world would be turned upside down. Och, he told himself, he was losing who he was in this wee bit of Royal Fae, and he was happy for it—ecstatic because of it.
When he had seen her in the tub, when he saw her touch herself, he knew control with her was a thing of the past. He had to have her, cost be damned!
He had laid her soaking wet body on the bed and thought himself in paradise. She was his paradise. She was the piece of the puzzle he had been looking for all his life.
He kissed her, and as his tongue touched hers he knew in that moment he no longer was his own man—not without her in his life.
He had to have her. He had to make her love him—want him.
He drove his finger into her warm, wet cavity and reveled in the feel, in the scent. When he licked her sensitive area and she groaned with ecstasy, he nearly turned into a savage beast. He almost rammed into her then and there. Somehow, he stopped himself because he wanted, needed, to make love to her … take his time with her, linger over her exquisite body.
When had this happened? How? She was a Royal Fae—not meant to mate with a Milesian. Look at him now—hadn’t he told Lana she couldn’t be with Trevor because he was a Fae … and now—now what was he doing?
He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care that she was a Royal Fae … that he was a Milesian and that no good could possible come of this day’s work!
All he cared about was the silk of her skin, the sweet vanilla of her tongue, the lavender and pine of her natural scent. All he cared about was the measure of her mind and the bright aura of her essence.
