Page 2 of The Fae Lord

I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.

Eldrion raises his head and meets my gaze. Then he lifts my leg and, without warning, thrusts up inside me.

He holds my hands still, never breaking eye contact with me.

He thrusts again, then slips his free hand between us to play with my clit.

I call his name – shout it like a curse word – and it disappears in the air between us, swallowed by the moans that reverberate in my chest as pleasure sweeps like molten silver through my body, destroying my resolve.

My muscles tense.

The pleasure is too much.

“Please, I need to come, let me come...”

Eldrion looks as if he is considering taking his hand away. Instead, he unties the bonds, turns me around, and grabs hold of my hips. He jerks me back onto his cock and reaches around to torture my clit with his fingers while his wings caress my breasts. Mine are pressed flat between us, and the pressure sends ripples of static pleasure skittering down my spine.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

All I know is that I’m about to be pushed over the edge, and he’s going to push me there, and that nothing in the world feels like this.

Because I have never wanted anyone the way I want him.

Or hated anyone the way I hate him.

Eldrion slams into me hard, his cock touching the place inside me that makes everything go fuzzy and dark and my brain feel like it’s dissociating from my body.

When I come, I scream his name again but this time it sounds different. I tip my head back and he curls his fingers around my throat. He kisses my forehead. He kisses my neck, just below my ear, and he holds me close as I tremble against him.

Then he mutters, “Alana...” He pushes me forward, holding me up with his wings, and shakes as his orgasm takes hold of him. With his arms curled around me, he breathes hard against my neck. I am completely engulfed my him. He is inside me, and around me. Everything is him. There is nothing else.

But then he starts to fade.

Something shifts.

I look down. His arms have become translucent, dark, grey. His wings become smoke. It flutters away into the air.

I turn around, spinning to face him.

He opens his mouth and a cloud of shadows spills from inside it.

I reach for him.

I scream for him.

And then he is gone.

I am alone. I look down. There are no bonds around my wrists. My clothes are back on my body. I am surrounded by trees and someone else is calling my name. Not Eldrion.

“Alana?” Briony’s voice. It floats towards me through the trees.

“Alana...” I mutter, hearing my name as if Eldrion is speaking it. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “What is happening to me?”

My legs are still quivering as I weave my way through the trees towards Briony’s voice. I find her by the campfire. She looks worried but relaxes when she sees me. “You know we’re supposed to travel in pairs,” she says, reaching for my hand,

I take hers only briefly, still quivering with the memory of Eldrion’s touch.