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I wrapped my legs tighter around him, and he propped himself up on his arms, his bulging biceps now on either side of my head. He angled himself at my opening, and I eagerly raised my hips to meet him. I stared unblinkingly into his piercing blue eyes as he drove himself deep inside of me for the first time.
We fit together like a key in a lock, his every thrust opening me to him. Only a few strokes in, I really did break upon him. My desire to be filled with him was so extensive that the feeling of him inside of me alone was enough to push me over the edge. I clawed at his back as I shattered for him.
“Fuck, Al. You feel amazing,” Luke groaned, thrusting through my orgasm.
“Don’t stop.Don’t ever stop,” I begged, never wanting to go a single day without his touch ever again. When he moved inside of me, I didn’t justfeelcomplete. Iwascomplete.
I clenched my legs around him, trying to bury him further inside of me. I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted to feel him try to touch the other side of me with his cock. But Luke took each of my hands into his, holding them as he pushed my arms over my head. He pressed our palms together, and I intertwined my fingers with his. He lowered his mouth to mine, and despite our voracious, carnal hunger for each other, his kiss was soft and sweet. His thrusts in me became almost painstakingly slow, as if he was savoring every inch every time he slid in and out of me. It was wonderful, blissful, torture.
“You feel so good. I want to make it last forever,” he said, explaining his almost languid pace.
“I… ah…” I struggled to form coherent words.
Luke’s slow thrusting was driving me mad. He thoroughly stroked the spot inside of me that would be my undoing, over and over again, working my ache into a heightened frenzy that would all be set loose with one hard, penetrating thrust.
“Give it to me,” I finally managed to gasp. “Please, give it to me,” I pleaded.
I wasn’t sure what I was begging for other than more of him. I neededallof him. He granted my wish, picking up the pace of his thrusting. He fucked me so hard that our bodies made loud slapping noises are they came together each time.
My hands still entwined with his, I screamed, “Oh fuck, yes! Harder!”
I begged, even though I didn’t know if it was possible for our bodies to come together with any more urgency than they already were. His thrusts became punishing, and I was moments from spilling over the cliff of another orgasm.
“Say it, Al. I want to hear you say my name. Ever since I met you, I have been dying to make you scream it,” he growled, working in and out of me.
And with his next deep thrust into me, he hit the spot that had been waiting to be pressed like a button to my point of no return.
“Luke! Luke! Oh my fucking gods, Luke!” I screamed as I quivered around his hard cock, unraveling for him.
He continued to work his way in and out of me, thrusting through and elongating my orgasm. And then, when what I thought was the last reverberation of my pleasure rang through my body, he spread me wide and commandingly thrust into the deepest part of me, sending another cascade of aftershocks through me as he lost himself inside of me.
Hands still entwined, Luke collapsed onto my chest, resting his head on my breasts. We lay there together, sweaty, gasping for breath, the glow of our pleasure surrounding us like a halo.
“Whyin the fuckdid we wait so long to dothat?” Luke exclaimed. “We should have been doing that the whole time, Al,” he said in amazement.
I just laughed, agreeing whole-heartedly with him. My body was slick with his sweat and already humming with anticipation for more of him.
8
Luke
My mother’s long, dark hair was pinned up in an intricate weave with two little tendrils of hair left loose to frame her beautiful, ageless face. She smiled at Al in a way that was not unkind, but it did not touch her obsidian eyes, and I knew that meant that whatever my mother was going to say next was not something I was going to like. I stared out past my mother and allowed the sight of the azure water lapping against the shore of the beach to still my tongue. I loved my mother, but each time I came home, I was quickly reminded of why I preferred to maintain a healthy distance from the seat of the Silver Court.
“What does your father do, Alarie?” my mother asked, beginning her honey-lipped interrogation.
It was an intimate gathering of sorts before everyone showed up for the Summer Ball the next evening. I stood next to Al, her arm locked with mine. Al wore a light, white linen dress that complimented the color she’d gained from our brief time at the beach earlier that day. Al glowed in the golden light of the evening, and I regretted having allowed us to leave my bed forthis. Now that Al and I had given in to our pure, unhinged desire for each other, I was kicking myself for having fought it for so long.
“I wouldn’t know, my lady. I never knew my father,” Al said, trying to sound casual about this hurtful fact.
I lightly trailed my thumb along the inside of her forearm.
“Apologies, my dear. So it was just you and your mother growing up?” my mother asked. At least her surprise seemed genuine. My mother hadn’t known about Al’s father.
I knew where my mother’s line of questioning was going, and I bet Al knew, too.
“Yes,” Al responded casually. “My mother still lives back home where I grew up in Harborview. I ended up at the High Court through the liaison program. A very successful program that has expanded recently to integrate lesser fae from the Golden Court,” she replied, heading off further questions from my mother regarding where she came from and how she’d managed to make it to the High Court.
“Oh, yes, such a shame that you no longer serve House Vitruvian,” my mother said, pivoting to what she perceived as Al’s next weakness.
