Page 64 of Light Fae's Love
We hold each other; me curling close to his side in the bath as he lies on his back.
The silence is endless as our twin powers ebb and flow through the darkness, braiding with Lucca’s, too.
Somewhere far out in our exhausted night.
25
FAE
Idon’t know when we slept, but the next day finds Quinn and I curled up in bed together beneath Arturos’ fine cotton sheets. I’m still dead to the world, but Quinn stirs beside me; as I blink blearily, I note it’s not morning but late afternoon from the angle of the sun that streams in through the high windows.
We slept all day after our disastrous Revenant hunt; it’s not quite nightfall and I’m not sure if Arturos will be awake, since he doesn’t daywalk. That thought is banished from me, however, as Quinn snugs in close from behind. He’s hard and ready, though I still feel how bone-tired we both are. Everything in my body hurts, but suddenly feels so much better.
As Quinn slips inside me, rocking me to a slow rhythm in the late day.
He wraps an arm around my middle, slipping his hand down to massage my clit as he takes me. I arch back on him, heating now as our breaths become hard and heavy; his arm beneath me adjusts so his long fingers can stroke my throat.
With his free hand, he changes our position, moving my upper leg back over his hip so I’m in a backward bend over him. Then, sliding his hand up once more, he rubs me, slipping his fingers in and around my cleft as his thick cock eases in and out of me.
I shudder and sigh, gripping hard around him as his sensual fingers stroke my neck. Quinn eases his soft lips along my neck now; I know what he wants and push back upon him, arching harder so he can find the right place. He bites gently, just enough to pierce me with the last points of his fangs. A slow wash of mesmerization comes from him now, and he drinks from me like sipping the finest of wines.
As we stroke, and shudder, and enjoy each other.
It’s beautiful as we make love with the late sun streaming in and Quinn sipping from my neck. He takes his time, sliding his fingers over me and around my opening and himself, teasing every sensation out of me until I’m throbbing so hard I must just burst from my need to come.
He’s endlessly patient, though, as he makes us both enjoy it for as long as it might last. Finally, he hits a place that just feels too good; arching, I spill up into orgasm as he fills me with one deep, final thrust. Quinn comes as I do, with a soft gasp and a hard grip of his body. Once again, his old Summer Fae fire spills around us both, flowing over the bed with my dark rainbows.
And I feel him frown—not knowing why it’s doing that.
We at last come apart. Quinn and I separate with a delicious going, and I turn in his arms, cuddling close around him as I throw a leg up over his lean hip. Quinn is warm in bed; he’s so warm he almost feels alive as I snuggle around him.
His heart beating and making his old Fae power simmer in the waning light with each steady beat.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were alive, Quindici DaPonti.” I stroke his sculpted white chest now, marveling at this man so close beside me.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was, too.” Quinn frowns as he lifts a hand, playing it through the last of his power as it dissipates in a ray of sunlight lancing over the bed. “Though I’ve been able to raise my old Summer Fae fire in my Vampire aura for centuries, Ariana, it’s never been like this. Full and bright, with so little of my dark Vampire magic in it at all. Anywhere.”
“What does it mean?” I ask, wondering if he has any theories on what his power is doing right now, since he’s so drained from everything that’s happened.
“Honestly? I couldn’t tell you.” He shakes his head as the last of his auric fire curls away in the waning day, those hot flickers of crimson and gold gone from the room, though my dark rainbows continue to flow around us. “I suppose it’s because of our bond; where my Vampire magic wanes now because of the past few days’ events, perhaps your and Lucca’s fire fills me. Perhaps it bolsters my old magic… making it flare bright now, without hardly any of my Vampire power in evidence with it.”
“Maybe,” I say, though the deepest part of me still thinks it’s something else that’s triggering Quinn’s old fire to rise like this. I roll over so I lay atop him, pushing up to my elbows and gazing down so I can see his face. “So. What are we in for today?”
“We need to prepare for what we’re going to do when we have to go before the Council tomorrow night,” Quinn says without a beat. He traces my cheek with his fingertips, watching me with slow flickers of fire in his dark onyx eyes. Even as he talks about our next move, he palms my bare ass, pulling me close.
To press me up against something that is far from done, despite his earlier climax.
“Well, something is certainly prepared.” I grin at him as I revel in our togetherness.
“That cannot be prepared for our session with the Council,” Quinn says admonishingly now as he glances down. Despite what he says, though, he’s moving against me, grinding his hardness into me as he traps me close.
Like he never wants to let me go.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I gaze at him from beneath heavy-lidded eyes.
“Reveling in you. For as long as I may before shit hits the fan.” Quinn’s voice is decadent as he thrusts up against me, firmer like he wants to go again. I know his stamina is legendary; we’re both still recovering, though, from everything that happened these past few days, and my head feels strange now as my heart races.
“I thought reveling was a Fae thing. Not a Vampire one.” My comment is casual as I debate the wisdom of throwing down into sex with him all over again, or if maybe I need some orange juice after all that blood loss and craziness yesterday.