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He growled when he pushed them into my wetness at the same time I moaned loudly, unable to bite back anymore. The feel of his strong fingers inside me, curling in a come-hither motion, made me tremble and cry out, giving myself over to the pleasure that spread through my body.
“You’ll be my undoing,” he said in a thick voice, his evergreen eyes filled with a primal need. “I want to taste you.”
He wrapped one hand easily around my thigh and lifted my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He pushed my skirt aside and closed his mouth around my center.
I cried out when he flicked his tongue over my clit. My body grew weak, and I gave myself over to the sensation, relinquishing control. I ran my fingers through his short hair and closed my eyes, leaning back against the bookshelf behind me as I lost myself in his attention to my most sensitive spot. He licked and sucked me, lapping at me, swirling his tongue around me, sending waves of pure pleasure rolling over my body. An orgasm crept nearer, and I trembled and whimpered at his onslaught.
Dex slid his thick fingers down my slit and pushed them into my entrance. I cried out as he stroked in and out, pumping his fingers into me while he increased the intensity, sucking harder, pumping faster.
The world fell away, and it was just me, Dex, and the pure pleasure he conjured in my body.
When the orgasm erupted, I cried out and curled my fingers against his scalp. Pleasure rolled through my body, and I opened my mouth in a silent scream.
When I finally came down from the sexual bliss, Dex retrieved his fingers and looked up at me again. I lowered my leg, and Dex stood. He kissed me as he came up, pulling me tightly against him.
I reached for him and undid the intricate leather binds that held his clothing together to peel his leather shirt off his body. Dex’s body was all muscle without an inch of fat. When he moved, his muscles rippled under his skin, and he was delicious to look at.
I ran my hand over his chiseled chest, watching the way his muscles bulged when he undid his own pants and pulled them down.
His cock sprung free, thick and long, the tip oozing with lust. It bobbed as Dex stepped out of his leather boots and kicked his pants aside.
He stood before me completely naked, offering himself to me. His eyes were calm when they rested on mine. He knew what he wanted, and he waited for me to tell him I wanted the same.
I stepped forward and kissed him. I wrapped my hand around his impressive cock, and Dex sucked his breath through our lips mashed together. I pumped my hand up and down, feeling his hardness. He wrapped me in his arms, thick and muscular, and he enveloped me completely. Nothing existed right now but him.
He pushed his hands into my hair and fiddled with the bun at the back of my head, undoing it. He ran his fingers through my long hair as it fell to my waist, stroking it, bunching his hand into a fist, grabbing a handful of my hair. He held onto me and kissed me deeply.
Dex let go of my hair only so that his fingers could undo the buttons at the back of my dress—the few that were still intact after he’d torn half my dress away. The gown slid off my body, leaving me naked, too.
Dex lifted me from the floor, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock rested against my stomach as he turned away from the bookshelf. He carried me through the cathedral and down the hallway to my bedroom.
I’d never brought a male into my bedroom before. It was my private room, my sanctuary. The symbolism of me letting Dex in this close, further than anyone else had gone before, wasn’t lost on me.
It wasn’t about sex, either. It was about how close we were, about what was happening between us. Dex and I were creating something dangerous, something that could be taken away from us again.
It would have been better to stop—safer for both of us—but we were well past the point of no return, and all I wanted was Dex close to me, against me, inside of me.
He glanced around, looking for my bed in the dim light cast by the candles on their chandeliers, and carried me to the bed. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, and he kissed me. His large frame pinned my body to my mattress, but Dex wasn’t here to take what he wanted from me. He was here forme. He looked into my eyes, boring deep into my soul. He ran his hands down my body, tracing every inch of me as he rediscovered who I was—the person he’d known forever was new to him all over again.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in a gruff voice.
“Dex,” I whispered.
I wanted to tell him how I’d felt, that I’d been in love with him for a long, long time. The words caught in my throat. The vision I’d had flashed before me again—a picture-perfect relationship, love that defied the odds, only for it to be ripped away from us.
I was torn. I wanted Dex, every fiber in my being cried out for him, ached for him to make me his, but losing him would hurt like hell if we walked that route. I had to stop this before it could go any further.
It's too late,a small voice told me,you’re in too deep.
What does it matter?my thoughts countered.This is right, and something so right can’t be wrong.
When I hesitated, struggling to find the words, Dex relieved me from my misery and kissed me again. There was no more time for talking. I couldn’t put any of it to words.
He moved between my legs, and my thighs fell open for him. When he pushed his cock against my entrance, asking to be let in, I threw caution to the wind. I would worry about the rest later. I was tired of fighting my need for Dex. I’d wanted him for a long time. Not only physically but emotionally, and although I was a being that moved in a different realm than the rest of the Fae, I was also only a carnal being.
I stopped thinking and held my breath in anticipation. I cried out when he slid into me, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive size. When he was buried to the hilt, he paused, breathing as hard as I was. I trembled around him, in awe at the feel of him inside of me, of having him this close.
Dex started moving inside of me. He pulled out slowly, so that the sensation drove me crazy. He pushed back in again with equal self-control, keeping his strokes slow and sensual. It was such a contrast to the almost animalistic way with which he’d torn my dress and carried me to the bedroom.
