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“Yeah, I’m more used to being the black sheep of the family, I guess. You are forever life changing, Ryker.”
My heart clenched in my chest. I wanted to bathe in this feeling, and wash Dace in it too. Together, we pointed each other in the right direction, bettering our lives even if it meant growing pains.
Pulling away from him, I walked around the chair. My knees, bare past where my shorts ended, met the chilled floor. Wrinkles smoothed out over his pants where I ran my palms up his legs. A moment of surrender I never thought I’d get to.
He was Fae and I was a Nymph. It didn’t make sense and it shouldn’t work, but in our weird way, it did. I’d give myself to him as he gave to me. It wasn’t a one sided, dominated relationship, but a partnership. We’d both give.
Dace leaned forward and cupped my face. One thumb grazed over my mouth, pulling at my bottom lip. I could smell the tart scent of his attraction.
“I’m not sure that I like seeing you bowing like that.” He cracked a smile. “Come here.” Dace gently tugged me into his lap, my legs bent behind me as I straddled him, our faces only inches apart.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he breathed.
“Shut up,” I teased, closing the gap between us.
Now that I’d had him, I only wanted him more and more. The taste of his tongue as it danced with mine. Undying butterflies spooked and fluttered at his touch. Quivers of need trailed over me and gathered, wet and ready, between my legs.
I’d opened my mouth, leaning in to offer myself to him. Before I’d barely moved, Dace greedily met my lips, his kisses eager. He pulled me against him, pushing out any air that separated us, his arms wrapping around me firmly.
Our kisses became ravenous. Not a second went by where we didn’t hunger for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while Dace still hugged my torso. I could feel the press of his dick below me, my hips gently rocking against the stiffness he provided.
Abruptly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged like he’d just come up for air. My lips burned without his, already red and swollen. I watched as his tongue slipped over his bottom lip.
“I want to fuck you, Ryker,” he said almost sternly. “I want to love you and right now I want to fuck you.”
My breath quickened in nervous desire. I was uncertain of what exactly that meant. Searching for approval, his gaze traveled over my face, waiting for a response.
“I want to be rough with you,” he finally amended, reading the question that hung between us unasked.
Ever so slightly, I dipped my head. My hands shook as I ran them down his chest. I didn’t care how he wanted me, as long as he would have me.
His smile began to return. “You have to say it.”
“I did say it,” I countered. “It’s called body language.”
Dace took my face in his hands, bringing my nose to his. His voice was rough with an edge. “You’ve got to fucking say it out loud.”
“Do you get off on that?” I whispered, watching his eyes flash with something primal. I could hear him swallow, feel the rhythm of his beating heart as I pressed myself against him and let my lips brush against his ear. “I want you to fuck me, Dace Augustus.”
A growl, savage and eager, ripped through him and landed against my lips. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me in place on top of him, meeting each kiss with fervor. Everything stood still around us, the world unmoving, or maybe we just were no longer caring?
My body felt weak to his touch. If I tried to stand, I’d likely fail. I could only focus on how intense his body felt on mine. Every brush of his lips was soft and firm, an equal balance of respect and force in every stroke. He was addictive. I was addicted.
Air crushed out of our lungs as Dace pushed up to stand, holding me against him, his hands gripping my thighs tightly around his body. I circled my legs around him. Expecting him to move toward the bed, my kisses stuttered as he turned back to the chair. He set me down with a smile and I teetered on my unstable legs.
“Turn around,” he encouraged.
I chewed on my lip, fighting the smile that was building, while I did as I was told. He wrapped his hands around me, undoing the button on my pants, and nuzzling into my neck. Pushing my pants and my underwear down to fall at my ankles, he kissed the claiming mark. A soft hum of approval came out involuntarily as I swayed against him.
His large palm slid to my lower back, pressing me forward so I was bent before him. Exposed and vulnerable, I steadied myself on the chair, kneeling into its cushion. My face pressed against the velvet material, but I didn’t care when I heard the jingle of Dace’s belt buckle being undone.
Dace pressed against my entrance, thrusting quickly as he parted and entered me. His cock, full and throbbing, stretched me with a satisfying ache. His chest met my back as he rocked in and out. Warmth surged through my body and my toes curled.
“I’ll make this quick.” He pumped into me harder, each movement slamming me into the back of the chair. His fingers slipped into my hair, curling to gather a fistful. Roughly, he yanked my head back, giving him access to kiss part of my lips. I gasped at the surprising strike of pleasure that hurtled through me from the action, rocking with the movement of his hips.
As quickly as he grabbed me, he let my hair go. One long muscular arm snaked around and underneath me. He was sure in his touch as two fingers dipped between my thighs, circling against the tender bundle of nerves. Gently, he circled it again and again, building the pressure of an orgasm behind it.
I gasped as pleasure spiked, his fingers moving faster, in time with the thrust of his hips. Hot breath fell over my shoulder, his voice commanding. “Come for me,” he growled.
