He bends to bite the point of my ear. “I was the first to taste you, too, if I recall,” he says, rubbing my pussy harder as if for emphasis.
I bite my lip, savoring the exquisite waves of ecstasy. “I’d never felt anything like that in my entire life. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“That I’m good at making you come?”
I let out an annoyed breath and take his face between my hands, forcing the stubborn prince to listen to me. “You were the first person to show me what love is supposed to feel like.”
He stills his hands, his breath. The only movement is a slight quiver in his lips.
Can you feel it now?
“Are you asking me if I love you?” he says. Says as if he heard my every thought.
I don’t answer because it is what I’m asking, and he knows it. He grips the back of my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. He tastes like salt and sun. I feel like I’m drowning, but I don’t need air. All I need is him.
His wet mouth slides to my ear, where he whispers, “Come in my arms, Baby.”
Wordless whimpers escape me. I shake, then he slips a finger inside, and I’m lost. “Dayton,” I moan. “Please.”
He slips a second finger inside of me. I’m so wet. Pleasure spirals out of me in waves.
“Not yet,” he says, and places his thumb over my clit. “Not until I know you’re completely mine.”
“I am,” is all I can gasp.
He rubs me and I feel that delicious pressure building. I’m so close, so damn close.
“Look at you, outside on the bridge.” He strokes faster. “Naked and mine.”
Tears well in my eyes and I claw at his shoulders, as wave after wave of pleasure begins to wash over me, dragging me under. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel. He keeps rubbing, keeps pushing me higher and higher until I’m shuddering and moaning and crying out his name.
“That’s it, Rosie,” Dayton says. “Come for me.”
He slides a third finger in, and I climax hard against his hand. The orgasm rocks through me, body trembling. Dayton doesn’t stop, doesn’t let me come down. He just keeps working me, his fingers thrusting in and out until I’m nothing but a quivering mess.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Never.” He kisses me. His mouth is relentless as he licks a path down the curve of my neck. His fingers continue to pump in and out of my aching pussy as my orgasm finally slows.
“Day,” I murmur against his lips. “Day, Day.”
“I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.” He pulls out and begins to work furiously at his pants, dropping them to reveal his massive cock. Dayton looks magnificent on a good day, but having him standing before me, wet and wanting …
Wanting me.
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “I’m yours, Dayton.”
He raises a dark brow and chuckles. “Well, that’s splendid, love, because I think it’s obvious how much I want you.”
I grasp his cock, not able to fit my fingers all the way around it, and stroke. “Thank the gods,” I say, adding a lilt of his accent and deep voice to my own, “because this is positively the most glorious cock that ever did hail from the Summer Realm.”
Dayton grabs a knot of my hair, tugs. “Are you making fun of my cock, Blossom?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good.” He draws me closer until his lips are by my ear. “Because this cock is going to fucking claim you, going to make you scream my name, going to fill you with so much cum it’ll be leaking down your legs, and there won’t be a soul in the Enchanted Vale that won’t recognize my scent on you.”
I whimper, completely and utterly melting for him. “Yes, yes, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
“Spread your legs.”
I do, and he stares at me for a moment, sizing up how to best claim what belongs to him. It bursts in my chest, this part of my heart that has always been his.
“I need you now, please.”
“Rosalina.” Roughly, he grips the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss at the same time he enters me. But he does so gradually, and I moan against his lips as his length pushes slowly, so slowly. I let out a groan as I feel my body expand to accommodate his size. “More, please.”
He takes my lips between his teeth. “Patience, Blossom. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I give a little whimper of protest but allow myself to enjoy the utter bliss of this sensation, of finally being this close to him. He stares where our bodies meet.