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I kiss her once more, swallowing every noise she makes as I swivel my hips and work myself into her tightness. She writhes and undulates under me, uttering mewling noises of need.
When I’m fully seated, the pressure is so intense that my wings involuntarily spring outward, flaring wide and moving lazily up and down. Nyssa gasps, eyes wide as she watches them.
With her legs already locked behind me, I put an arm under her and lift my wings as high as I can, the muscles in my back stretching. I draw them down hard, causing a current of air to lift us both off the mattress just a few inches. I pull out of her slightly before we fall back down, and the force of it causes me to drive deep into her.
She cries out, and I worry I’ve hurt her until she says, “Do that again.”
Grinning, I run my nose over her jaw. “Some other time. I want to go slow now.”
My wings settle, and my hips move. Nyssa seems to like that, too, as her legs tighten on me and she bites down hard onto her lip.
I fuck her slowly, fusing my mouth to hers. My hands wander over the softness of her skin, and I attune myself to every little motion and noise she makes. I open my senses, lock onto her heartbeat, and marvel that mine thumps just as hard and fast, keeping tempo with hers.
As king of the Underworld and the mightiest Dark Fae in the world, I should be able to last a lot longer, but damn if my connection to her doesn’t overwhelm my senses.
Nyssa arches her back, and she doesn’t have to say a damn thing. I can feel she’s close to another orgasm. I can actually feel the heat of it curl inward, can feel her entire body tighten with anticipation. I thrust into her harder, and the little minx bites my shoulder in retaliation.
Or maybe it’s gratitude because she groans, “Amell… I’m so close. So, so close.”
Once again, my inner demon that wants to conquer every bit of her rages and demands to be let loose, but I hold back. I don’t want to scare or hurt her.
Odd, as I’ve never had to hold it back before—neither with fae nor human. But Nyssa… she draws on my darkness.
I gather her in tight and kiss her hard, my hips punching against hers as I can feel my own release sneaking up on me. I have the power to hold it off but fuck if I want to. I’m ready to dive as soon as she tumbles over.
Nyssa wrenches her mouth from mine, turning her head to the side. “It’s too much. Too much.”
Am I hurting her? I slow down.
Her eyes spring open, and she clasps my face. “Don’t you dare stop. It’s too much in a good way.”
Smiling, I capture her mouth again, and she locks her arms around my neck. I have no clue the time that elapses. It could be seconds or hours, but I fuck Nyssa like I’ve never fucked a living creature before.
Nyssa bucks and arches and bites down hard on my lip as she comes. The feel of her rippling is my downfall, and my orgasm rips through me, pleasure as hot as the Crimson River flooding my veins.
“Fuck,” I rasp out, my head dropping to Nyssa’s shoulder in what feels like a never-ending tidal wave of pleasure. It’s so forceful, I lose sense of anything around me, other than the pulses of euphoria that cause my hips to continue bucking against her.
“It’s not stopping,” Nyssa moans as she clings to me. Through our connection, I feel her pleasure still raging, and I think it’s causing mine to do the same.
I force myself to stop moving and pull my weight off her a bit. I look down to find this beautiful woman absolutely wrecked. I can see it in the slackness of her face, the flush of pleasure across her breasts, and the dreaminess in her eyes.
Pride swells within that I did that to her.
She focuses a bit, eyes clearing. “Are you smug right now?”
“A little,” I admit. She would be smug too if she knew that shredded me from the inside out. I kiss her mouth softly. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Not at all. But, um… I’ve never…”
Her words trail off, and my eyes flare. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“Yes, I’ve had an orgasm,” she snaps but then lets out a soft sigh of embarrassed admission. “But not unless I helped myself get there. And never one that forceful. Did you use magic?”
“I didn’t use magic,” I assure her. “And you must have had some shitty lovers.”
“Another understatement,” she says with a faint smile.
She looks slightly broken—not by me, but perhaps by memories. I want to probe and find out what was so horrible, but I don’t. Not really my business, and it doesn’t change anything we just did or will do again.
