I arched my neck, resting my head against the temple wall. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, and liquid desire pulsed in my core. I threaded my fingers into his dark hair, committing the feel of it to my memory.
How could I let him go after all this?
I wasn’t sure that I’d ever felt truly alive until this moment. Every inch of my skin ached for his touch, and I savored the brush of his lips against me, trying to etch each moment on my heart for all time. “You know we belong together, right?”
“Yes.” The word sounded torn out of him against his will.
His hand moved from my breast to my waist, his movements frustratingly languid. Especially frustrating since we could be discovered at any moment, and if Torin were captured again, it would break me .
“Torin, I don’t want this to end,” I breathed. “But I don’t want them to lay a finger on you again.”
“I can’t rush with you. If this is the only time we can be together…” He gripped me tightly, his words trailing off. As if we had all the time in the world, he raised his face and slanted his lips against mine, giving me a sensual kiss.
My body lit up.
I craved his hands on me, and a hollow ache built at the apex of my thighs. I reached for the top of his pants and slid my fingertips beneath his waistband. He inhaled sharply.
“Dress. Off.” A jagged note of desperation tinged his husky voice, and he started to pull it off me.
Under the dress, I was completely naked and slick with desire for him. A little spark in the hollows of my mind was aware that we might have to leap through that mirror at any moment, and I’d be making the trip back home in the nude. But the majority of my mind didn’t care at all, and every stroke from Torin incinerated my rational thoughts.
Torin’s eyes swept down my body, and he went rigid as if he were seeing me naked for the first time. His eyes, usually so cold, blazed with heat. His jaw flexed, and I sensed he was losing the battle with his tightly leashed control. “Ava.” His husky voice had a pleading sound. “I wanted to take my time with you, to remember, but…” He trailed off again, inhaling deeply.
He clamped a hand on my hips, rooting me against the dew-kissed stone wall, exactly where he wanted me. With his free hand, he stroked me between my thighs, his touch excruciatingly light. His restraint was faltering because when he touched me where I was wet, he let out a low growl. Heat radiated off him, and he held me in place firmly with one hand.
Every inch of my bare skin felt exquisitely sensitive, aching for him. As two of his fingers slid into me, molten pleasure lit me up.
The Seelie king was enjoying my body, dangerously turned on as I was. He was stoking my lust into a wild, primal state.
I opened my thighs wider for him. I breathed deeply, my bare breasts heaving and flushed.
He stroked me with light circles, teasing me until my core was coiled tightly, desperate for release. “Torin,” I whispered, “I need more of you.”
“I knew someday I’d have you moaning my name, changeling.” Despite the danger, despite his obvious arousal, it seemed nothing would hurry him. He teased me, delighting in the pleading words tripping off my tongue, until at last, he stroked me over the edge, and a shudder rippled through me. My climax had me moving against his hand, gasping his name. My fingers were tangled in his dark hair, and I slowly unclenched them.
Breathing hard, I unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. Goddess of ash, I’d sensed it before, but now I knew for certain that fae men were built differently in every way.
More frantic now, he reached under my ass, spreading my thighs wide as he brought my legs up over his hips. My back pressed against the wall, and he paused at my entrance. My hips rocked against his tip, then slowly, carefully, he pushed into me. One inch at a time, he moved inside me, eyes locked on mine. A slow thrust in and out, with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. My fingernails traced over his back, up into his hair, and I pulled his face closer to mine.
“Ava.” My name on his tongue was a hoarse groan that lit my blood on fire. “I would tear my own kingdom apart for you if it meant we could be together.” He pressed his mouth against mine in a devouring kiss.
He would tear his kingdom apart for me…
These words wrecked me. Destroyed me. Because I never expected to hear them from him, and my love for him flooded me.
He moved slowly in me, a deep stroke that sent pleasure rocketing through me. I raked my hands down his back, urging him to move faster, deeper. His tongue swept mine, and his hips moved against me, body moving and rolling exactly where I needed him. He drove into me again and again, and firelight scorched my thoughts. At last, the pleasure of release ripped through me, and I clenched around him, arching my back, fingernails digging into him. As he climaxed, he whispered my name with a desperation that broke my heart. Watching the ecstatic look on his face, his eyes closed, I shuddered against him with aftershocks of pleasure.