be inside me?”
He bent down, hooked an arm around her waist and carried her to the bed. It was an excellent answer.
Derix took his time arousing her, until each touch, each nip of his teeth and slide of his tongue made her crazy.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him up to kiss her, groaning and sighing as his hands continued to work their magic on her.
Climax wasn’t her goal. Surrender to him was her sole aim. She wanted to make sure he knew she trusted him enough to let him do what he would.
When he fitted himself to her and slid inward, she took him eagerly.
He pinned her hands above her head and moved his hips against her slowly. She felt the slick drag and pull deep inside; the repetitive motion stroked nerve bundles that were eager to have the attention.
Tension built, he murmured encouragement and her breath came in low whines. She matched him thrust for thrust and wove her fingers with his.
She shivered and rocked under him, her body fighting for relief from the building tension.
Derix moved harder, faster, plunging into her with ferocity. She held onto him and felt the tipping point of her orgasm, pressing upward to grind herself against him.
It was the last ingredient to her very sharp climax. She shrieked, he muttered in relief and groaned as he jerked his hips against her in short, sharp motions.
When his body relaxed against hers, she wrapped her legs around him and held him tight. He still had her hands pinned, but he loosened his grip and stroked her palms with his own.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, moved to her cheek and took her lips in a soft caress.
She smiled against his lips and lifted her chin as she nipped him. “I love the feel of you against me, inside me.”
He shuddered and whispered against her mouth. “I love that you can keep up with the fey.”
“You are the only one I want to keep up with.” She rubbed her palms along his.
“Music to my ears.”
She laughed, and he rolled until she was lying against his chest, the light of the day streaming in the windows.
She sighed and a tumble of happiness ran through her. She was at peace. Months of recovery and longer in the hands of the demented fey and, finally, she was at peace.
Juno dozed against him, and when she heard the sound of the flute, her eyes fluttered open. Derix had shifted them so that he was leaning against the headboard and she was leaning against him.
She smiled as the music lifted her soul and sent it soaring. “Where did you learn to play?”
He paused. “It comes with the bloodline. My mother is a siren, and my father is one of the pan. They both have music in their souls.”
“They are both still alive?”
“They are. My mother is the mayor of a small village, and she has been for over a century. My father is the deputy mayor.”
There was a question she had to ask. “Are they faithful?”
He sighed. “By fey standards.”
She felt a flicker of dread in her stomach. “What does that mean?”
“They sleep with humans, usually together.” He stroked her hair. “If you are worried about me, I only have eyes for you.”
She chuckled. “I am worried about nature taking over. I know the balance ceremony is supposed to make things equal, but I am fairly sure that I don’t have the temperament to share my mate.”
“Good. Neither do I. It is no way to raise a family.” He smiled. “I prefer to simply take my lust out on my mate.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan.” She rubbed her hand along his thigh. “Now, play for me.”
He lifted his flute to his lips, and he played.
She let herself rest as the sound swept her away to worlds where she could walk on the waves and listen to the sound of ancient tides.
The businesses were slowly being occupied, and the café served ice cream that Juno enjoyed while going for a long walk on the seashore.
“If I had known that ice cream would get you so excited, I would have bought more than a cone.” Derix chuckled
He bent down, hooked an arm around her waist and carried her to the bed. It was an excellent answer.
Derix took his time arousing her, until each touch, each nip of his teeth and slide of his tongue made her crazy.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him up to kiss her, groaning and sighing as his hands continued to work their magic on her.
Climax wasn’t her goal. Surrender to him was her sole aim. She wanted to make sure he knew she trusted him enough to let him do what he would.
When he fitted himself to her and slid inward, she took him eagerly.
He pinned her hands above her head and moved his hips against her slowly. She felt the slick drag and pull deep inside; the repetitive motion stroked nerve bundles that were eager to have the attention.
Tension built, he murmured encouragement and her breath came in low whines. She matched him thrust for thrust and wove her fingers with his.
She shivered and rocked under him, her body fighting for relief from the building tension.
Derix moved harder, faster, plunging into her with ferocity. She held onto him and felt the tipping point of her orgasm, pressing upward to grind herself against him.
It was the last ingredient to her very sharp climax. She shrieked, he muttered in relief and groaned as he jerked his hips against her in short, sharp motions.
When his body relaxed against hers, she wrapped her legs around him and held him tight. He still had her hands pinned, but he loosened his grip and stroked her palms with his own.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, moved to her cheek and took her lips in a soft caress.
She smiled against his lips and lifted her chin as she nipped him. “I love the feel of you against me, inside me.”
He shuddered and whispered against her mouth. “I love that you can keep up with the fey.”
“You are the only one I want to keep up with.” She rubbed her palms along his.
“Music to my ears.”
She laughed, and he rolled until she was lying against his chest, the light of the day streaming in the windows.
She sighed and a tumble of happiness ran through her. She was at peace. Months of recovery and longer in the hands of the demented fey and, finally, she was at peace.
Juno dozed against him, and when she heard the sound of the flute, her eyes fluttered open. Derix had shifted them so that he was leaning against the headboard and she was leaning against him.
She smiled as the music lifted her soul and sent it soaring. “Where did you learn to play?”
He paused. “It comes with the bloodline. My mother is a siren, and my father is one of the pan. They both have music in their souls.”
“They are both still alive?”
“They are. My mother is the mayor of a small village, and she has been for over a century. My father is the deputy mayor.”
There was a question she had to ask. “Are they faithful?”
He sighed. “By fey standards.”
She felt a flicker of dread in her stomach. “What does that mean?”
“They sleep with humans, usually together.” He stroked her hair. “If you are worried about me, I only have eyes for you.”
She chuckled. “I am worried about nature taking over. I know the balance ceremony is supposed to make things equal, but I am fairly sure that I don’t have the temperament to share my mate.”
“Good. Neither do I. It is no way to raise a family.” He smiled. “I prefer to simply take my lust out on my mate.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan.” She rubbed her hand along his thigh. “Now, play for me.”
He lifted his flute to his lips, and he played.
She let herself rest as the sound swept her away to worlds where she could walk on the waves and listen to the sound of ancient tides.
The businesses were slowly being occupied, and the café served ice cream that Juno enjoyed while going for a long walk on the seashore.
“If I had known that ice cream would get you so excited, I would have bought more than a cone.” Derix chuckled
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