Forged by Magic (Falling for Fables, #1)(67)

Rivelin lifted his head and captured my mouth in his. His soft lips consumed me, his kiss so intent it was as if he thought he might never have the chance to touch me again. Our bodies crashed together as a hunger unlike any I’d ever known clutched me in its grip and held me there. My breasts pushed against his sculpted chest, and I hooked my leg around his thigh, tugging him closer.

I needed him, now more than I ever had. We’d given in to this before, but there was something different about it now. It was as if all the walls around my heart had finally crashed to the ground, becoming chunks of rubble. Rivelin had breached my defenses, and what was more, I was glad for it. For the first time in my life, I did not need to hide the truth of who I was and how I felt. I was free to just be me.

A deep groan rumbled from the very depths of his soul as he pressed his swollen tip against my core. Chills swept through my entire body at the feel of him there. His cock brushed against my clit. Oh fate. I spread my legs wider and arched toward him, my body begging him to take me here on this table with flour painting our cheeks and arms.

He inched inside me, slowly at first, before he thrust so hard and deep I cried out.

“Rivelin,” I gasped, clenching around him.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as he palmed the table on either side of my hips. He slid out, then pounded into me once more. Sparks of pleasure spotted my vision. Already, everything within me coiled so tightly I could barely breathe.

“Lean back,” he commanded. “I want to see you squirm while I bury my cock inside you.”

Another wave of pleasure washed over me at the dirtiness of his words. Heart pounding, I lowered myself to the table, feeling the scrape of wood against my back. I stared up at him and put both feet on the table, spreading my thighs even wider. I’d never been so bold in front of anyone, but something about the way he looked at me made me want to show him every inch of my body, show him exactly how much I craved his touch.

I could give him every part of me, and he would not use my emotions against me or wield them as a weapon. He would merely give himself over to me as readily as I did to him. I trusted him, I suddenly realized, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

I trusted this elven blacksmith with every single ounce of my heart and soul.

He gazed down at my soaking wetness with feral need pouring across face. Gripping my hips, he thrust inside me so hard the table rocked beneath me. The bowl of flour tumbled over the side and dusted the floor. I moaned, holding the table as it shook. At the sound of my pleasure, a wicked glint lit Rivelin’s eyes, and he thrust faster and harder until I was nothing but a panting mess, desperate for more.

Suddenly, he lifted me from the table and carried me to the wall, keeping our bodies locked tightly together. Steam hissed between us, the heat of it matching the fiery need in my core. More gently than I expected, Rivelin trapped me between the hard planes of his chest and the timber beams of the house, but it was his eyes that captured me. They were a bright, burning gold.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, dropping his forehead to mine. “Everything about you is perfection.”

He rocked his hips against me, gently this time, as if he were savoring every second he could spend inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and met his intense gaze with one of my own, one I hoped he understood. I wanted him. No, I needed him, here and now and every night to come. A slight smile tipped up the corners of my lips, conjuring a deep groan from Rivelin.

“Stay with me, Daella.” My name rolled across his tongue like a prayer as he continued to thrust inside me. “We’ll find a way to keep you in Wyndale. I want you here, in my forge and in my bed.”

My heart throbbed, my fingers tightening around the silken strands of his hair. “For how long?”

“I can’t imagine I’d ever want this to end.”

Desperate desire pounded in my head. Truth was, I felt every single word as if I’d spoken them myself. Being here with him like this was the best thing I’d ever known.

“I don’t want this to end, either,” I whispered back.

His thrusts grew deeper, and I slid my hands across his broad shoulders, relishing every inch of his powerful body, every flex of muscle as he savored how I felt wrapped around his cock. Our heavy breaths mingled between us, steam fogging the air.

Heat burning through me, my core tightened. As if sensing my building orgasm, Rivelin groaned and plunged inside me, again and again until—

White hot spots stormed through my eyes, and a powerful rush of fire swept through me. I cried out, shuddering between his chest and the rough wall, the powerful quakes of my climax pounding through every inch of my body. Rivelin released a primal groan as he came only seconds after, his throbbing cock emptying inside me.

I sagged against him, my heart pounding so fast I swore it might shake out of my chest. And with my head against his shoulder, I could hear the same frantic heartbeat from him.

He pressed his lips against my forehead.

“I want to be yours, at least until day breaks,” he murmured against my hot skin. “I don’t want to stop kissing you and touching you and tasting you.”

I met his eyes, smiled, and whispered, “Then don’t.”

That night, Rivelin finally joined me in the bed.





28




DAELLA





I had a bounce in my step as I wandered through the maze of stalls set up along the perimeter of the festival, absentmindedly twisting the handmade bracelet on my wrist. Rivelin and I had not gotten much sleep, but I’d never felt more awake. No, that wasn’t quite right. I’d never felt more alive. Humming cheerfully—I went with the tune about Isveig I’d heard from the bard that first week—I stopped by Elma’s booth, where she had a platter of various cheeses set out for the occasion.