Page 15 of Light Fae's Love
It’s pure revelry, moving the Summer Fae bloodlines inside us.
Making us heat with power—as we heat with sex in the decadent late afternoon.
6
ABANDON
Lucca is hard from our delicious foreplay in the waterfall field. I’m soaking—and not from sweat as I heave deep breaths, excited our afternoon has taken this turn. I’m slick and throbbing, eager for more as he caresses me on the picnic blanket, curling my naked body up in his wind of magic in the bright summer afternoon. As he grazes my nipples with his knuckles, pulling them, I am undone. My head falls back as I arch.
And Lucca eases his body over me, parting my legs as he settles down between my thighs.
“I want you, Ariana.” He slides deliciously against me now. With slow thrusts, he’s got me parted, but hasn’t angled to go in.
Yet.
“I want you, too.” As we kiss, our bodies touch all along their delicious length. Our breath and magic flow around us in the hot summer day. We’re moving as one; Lucca stroking himself against me as I arch beneath him. I rock to his sure, slow tempo. He breathes hard, but not from exertion.
Lucca’s strength is outstanding, and stamina is not his concern.
I feel through our bond how he wants to make this last, though. This is our first time together; neither of us wants it to be a hasty endeavor as we move as one in the late day. Nearly as adept as Quinn at lovemaking, Lucca’s centuries of experience flow through him now as he smiles at my lips. He moves his hips away enough that he can slide his hand down between my thighs.
And ease a finger up inside me—making me break our kiss as I cry out his name.
“Shh…” Lucca croons as he rocks with me, pressing his finger up deep inside me as he makes me writhe beneath him. My magic bursts all around us now in waves of dark rainbows, and his careens around us as well, diamond-bright in its prismatic glory.
With a dark smile against my lips, Lucca slides another finger in to join the first; I writhe hard against him now, undulating with delight as I shudder and grip with pleasure. Lucca tortures me blissfully—but I need so much more, as he seizes my hands in his free one, moving them above my head. I try to hold on to him, needing to grasp something, anything, as he punishes me so sweetly down below.
But then Lucca whispers a phrase in an ancient Fae language I don’t know. As he speaks, long branches of the willow tree above us braid down for me to hold on to. I gasp, blinking up at them—and Lucca thrusts into me deep with his fingers. I cry out, gripping the tree’s branches.
And hear it sing as Lucca takes me.
He knows how to do it. Gods, he knows everything as I writhe and he traps me with his tall, powerful body, pinning me below with his hand. My heart thunders with every thrust of his hips and skilled fingers; breathless, Lucca’s eyes burn diamond-bright as he pushes me into taking more.
Heat burns between us as he slides his fingers in and out, burying them inside me again and again as if they are something else. As he does, I arch, slamming into him so hard I nearly knock him off me. Lucca’s eyes widen and I feel his surprise; he didn’t know I was strong enough to move him like that. Now that my magic is fully open, my Dark Fae power stabilized by both Quinn’s and Lucca’s fury in my veins, my body holds surprises even I don’t know about yet.
As Lucca grins wickedly for this new game, however, he crushes me beneath him with a powerful, artful grace. I luxuriate in his tall, strong body pinning me. He kisses me, devouring my lips as he passionately fucks me with his hand.
His strength holding me down from bucking now, as he pushes me hard.
An immense glow burns me up from the inside, then. Deep where it begins, it rises like the blazing midsummer sun; I cry out as a diamond-white fire fills my vision. I expand with it, reveling in it, feeling like my skin blossoms away as my entire being fills with glorious heat. Lucca’s filled with it also through our bond, and cries out with me as bliss scalds straight to my core.
I come so hard, I feel like I dissolve in a blaze of light. I don’t even know when Lucca thrust his cock inside me—we move together in that never-ending wave of sunlight now, kissing and needing each other, desperate to be closer.
Fucking isn’t even the term for it. It’s rutting; heady, devastating, and wild as so much pleasure burns inside me, I feel like my skin will split and boil from the heat between us. As that heat scalds into the midsummer day, Lucca gasps for air between kisses, and I do as well.
His heart thunders so hard I can almost taste it as he hauls my thighs up around his lean waist and takes me harder. I have a moment of clarity; of Lucca holding my gaze with his scalding, diamond-bright eyes as he thrusts a quick thought into my mind to make sure I want it like this.
I can’t even speak as I roll into another wave of bliss. I assure him through our linked minds that this it exactly how I want it—before I scream and grip hard, dissolving as I’m hammered by another wave of orgasm. Sunlight explodes from me as Lucca dives in to kiss me and trap my scream of pleasure inside my mouth; his eyes blaze a thousand colors of the noontime sky now as light blasts through his aura.
Lucca holds nothing back now as he fucks me. He thrusts like a madman, taking me to my core as he makes me come over and over. As I blaze on and on, I don’t know how I wind up on top. I just am. He pulls my hips down hard upon him now with his powerful hands locked on my thighs; as he thrusts up into me with gleeful abandon, he roars, then orgasms, shuddering beneath me as a monstrous wave of energy takes him.
But Lucca’s not done as he keeps going, still rock hard inside me. He hauls me down now, pinning me and making me grind on him. I fuck him like I’m riding a horse as he pushes up to one elbow and kisses me, hard. I come again, screaming into his kiss as everything inside me turns to jelly. Now he rolls us to all fours, wrapping an arm around my chest and balling a fist in my hair.
Fucking me more.
Somehow, we’ve wound up in the grass, the picnic blanket gone. Lucca opens me so wide now, hauling my ankle up over his shoulder as I lay on my back and he thunders into me. His willow-branches weave around my hands, arms, and torso, giving me something to grip as he fucks me as deep as he can possibly get.
He’s so thick, and so hard now, stretching me wide as I writhe with delight upon his glorious abandon. I’ve never been this flexible; as he presses down, though, kissing my lips with a biting, animal frenzy, everything inside me opens to him.