Page 9 of Light Fae's Love

“Ask me properly.” A wicked grin spreads across his face. He pushes a thought into my mind now of what he wants. It’s dominance, I know, as that thought finds me; Quinn wants to dominate me tonight to complete the success of his week, and have me give in to him. The thought of succumbing to his every pleasure fills me, and I want it too, as I writhe beneath him.

Scalding now—aching for it.

“Take me, Master,” I say, as my lips move over his. “Take me, and fuck me, and pleasure me, all night long. Or for as long as you wish, until dawn hits the sky. Before we do it all over again.”

“As my Dark Fae wishes, so shall it be done.”

And then he rips his tux pants away—nothing on beneath as he hauls my thin gown up.

Surprise takes his face to find I’ve got nothing on underneath either; but the moment is gone as he thrusts two fingers inside me, making sure I’m wet enough for this. Without any foreplay, he hauls my leg up around his lean hip, thrusting into me so fast and sudden it shocks me. I cry out as he fills me, so hot, hard, and thick—but it’s a good cry. Quinn’s length and girth are amazing; I writhe upon him as I keen now with pleasure, skewered and filled by him.

As he begins a slow, hard, deep dance inside me, I know I’ll have to endure it.

All night long.

It’s animal, and it’s grace, and it’s carnal as Quinn fucks me. He does it slow to start, holding me with his impeccable patience as he fills me, over and over. He strokes me deep inside, pinning me with his fire-bright gaze, dominating me and making me enjoy it on every level.

Because his aura is fucking me, too, every tendril of his smoke-dark power thrusting into me as it roils, filling my body and my need as his dark eyes fill my mind and his cock fills me up between my thighs. I’m undone. It’s only been a few minutes, but it feels like hours as his slow dominance goes on and on and on. Quinn is the master, and I’m his willing servant as he takes me.

Making me enjoy every bit of it as I absorb his power.

He strokes my neck with one hand now, as if he can’t help but think about drinking from me as he takes me. But tonight is about enjoyment and pleasure, not pain, as we move in a hard, deep rhythm together. Quinn’s body is the conductor, and I’m the orchestra as he thrusts into me, again and again with those deep, full strokes. He moves in a wave now and I move with him, clinging to him with arms and legs as he rolls me with his mind, his power, and his body.

I’m a ship on his burning ocean, as his fire-dark aura heaves all around us now in the open loft, spilling over the bed and balcony like living flame. My black rainbows twine through his, surging through his power as he fucks me, and lighting up the night with flashes of silver and gold.

I’m close now, so close. Quinn’s smile is beautiful and diabolical and awed as he takes me. I’m so close to my climax now that I’m shuddering from head to heels with heavenly disaster. Pleasure thrusts through my veins; fire burns deep inside me. As I finally come, crying out Quinn’s name as I grip and shake all around him, he swells inside me, stretching me deep as I clench and grip him.

He fucks me more—deeper, harder, slower.

I come for him, again, and again, so many times I’ve lost count now.

I’m a ship on his burning ocean as I drift away, far out into the night. Stars surround me as he smiles with living fire in his dark onyx eyes, kissing my lips and bidding me to sleep. I do, curled around his decadently naked body in a blissful exhaustion. Somehow, Quinn is warm like a bonfire as I lay beside him.

Keeping me safe from anything else that might claim me, all night long.

4

COURT

Quinn did fuck me again at dawn, and I enjoyed every moment of it. I’m off about my own duties today, though, as he finally gets to take a rest now that the Meeting of the Havens is over. I dress in a white Fae-silk shirt and embroidered waist cincher this morning, plus apple-green riding pants up in his bedroom loft. Today’s attire is Fae rather than Vampire couture because I need to take care of my other engagement.

Helping my Summer Fae Prince Lucca Bellari talk up his father, the King, to his populace—while secretly building Lucca’s own agenda for a revolution amongst the Summer Fae.

As I dress quickly now, late for my rendezvous with Lucca, Quinn lounges in bed, incredible with the sunlight streaming in and lighting up his pale alabaster skin. His black silk sheets are pushed down to his hips. He shows me everything but not quite, his dark gaze hot as he watches me put a final few pins in my wild red hair so it’s out of my face.

“Have fun with Lucca.” Quinn’s voice drips with innuendo as he gives me the most salacious look ever.

“You just wish you were coming with us.” I lift an eyebrow at him, flirting as I pull on russet leather riding boots tooled with a Fae design Lucca sent for our outing today.

“I do and I don’t,” Quinn says, with a smaller smile now as he laces his hands behind his head, looking fetching as he glows against the black silk pillows. “I’m grateful to have a respite today, and let Devi and Curio manage the Hotel now that the Meeting is over. Even Master Vampires have to rest sometimes.”

“Lazy,” I say. Quinn grins at me as I tease him, but then I sober. “When are we going to have our meeting with Master Ilyov?”

“Soon.” Quinn’s gaze darkens as I see his mind move a thousand miles a minute now. “I’ll contact him today and arrange something. Tomorrow, or later, though. Today is yours and Lucca’s. Enjoy.”

“I will.” I finish with my boots and smile.

Before I can push to standing from the edge of the bed, however, Quinn makes an impossibly fast surge like a cat. He’s got me netted in his arms on the bed, and I love it as he presses me close to his iron-hard body, kissing me. It goes on for a long while, until I’m thoroughly wet and flustered, knowing I have to get going but conflicted about doing so.