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He chuckled. “I thought you wanted me to take you to bed.”
“Too far.” I began unbuttoning his shirt.
His jaw worked, eyes darkening as my hands slipped under the fabric to run over his chiseled pecs before I peeled the shirt off entirely. “If you aren’t careful, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Here’s good.” I licked a whirling tattoo on his neck, earning a growl that sent heat pooling in my core. I was through fighting this, and I couldn’t wait a minute longer.
His face dipped as he explored my neck with his lips, followed by his teeth and tongue, moving lower to my collarbone until I arched, pushing off the window to offer my breasts. Lach lowered the straps of my gown off my shoulders to free my breasts, and my nipples beaded in the cool night, the only signal that the magical warmth from earlier had faded. I was too on fire to care.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured and closed his mouth over one. A cry escaped me as his tongue flicked its tip before he began to lick and suck, my fingers fisting his hair as he feasted on me. With a low growl, he lifted bright eyes to mine. “I need more.”
Before I could tell him that he could have everything, he’d lowered me to my feet and dropped to his knees before me, unbothered by the stone floor. Pushing aside the skirt’s center panel of fabric, he groaned when he discovered my lack of panties. Earlier, I’d bemoaned the fact the dress didn’t allow me to wear them. With Lach kneeling between my legs, looking utterly feral, I wondered if I’d bother to wear them ever again. The tattoos on his torso shifted slowly as he drank me in, deciding what to do with me.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” The roughness of the command scraped along my senses until I couldn’t quite remember how to breathe, but I bit my lip and did as he asked. He finally looked up at me as he slid a finger along my seam, his mouth curling into a smirk at the wetness he found. “I can’t stop thinking about how you taste.” His tongue licked over his lower lip, and I whimpered. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my mouth off of you, how much I’ve wanted to feast on you.”
I sucked in a shaky breath. “Buffet is open.”
He grinned, plunging that finger inside of me so deeply that my body bowed off the window. My breath caught as he continued to pump, our gazes locking until his drifted down to watch his finger. I followed, choking back a sob of pleasure as I took in the dark fae prince at my feet, his hand between my legs, his lips so close that his breath whispered over my feverish skin. The finger disappeared, and I cried out in objection.
“Don’t worry,” he purred, his fingers splitting my seam and urging me open wider. “I’m going to take care of you.”
And then Lach lowered his mouth and dragged his tongue up in one searing stroke. My knees buckled, my hands plastered against the glass to stay upright. Wicked eyes glinted up at me, his mouth disappearing entirely as his tongue speared me, claimed me, devoured me. He didn’t slow when I began to shake, undone by the sight of him as much as his talented tongue. Instead, his arms hooked my thighs, and he yanked me closer, sucking and licking and consuming until my limbs tightened and I stopped caring about staying upright and gave in to him entirely.
An ache burst through me, splintering and dividing as he coaxed every last drop of pleasure he could. When I finally sagged, boneless and panting against the window, Lach pressed a kiss to me, and I yelped, still tender and sensitive.
He stood, his tongue sweeping the corners of his mouth, his eyes glittering like the night sky above us. “You belong in the Otherworld, princess, because I will never have my fill of you.”
And I understood, because my body was ready again, craving him despite the toe-curling orgasm he’d just given me. My hand reached for the buckle of his belt, and his smile widened as he let me unfasten it.
“Has the bed offer been fully rescinded?”
“We’re getting there.” I freed his cock with a saucy grin of my own and bent to take him in my mouth.
Lach cursed as my lips closed over him, his fingers gripping my hair so tightly that my scalp hurt. “Don’t rush,” he said through gritted teeth as I circled his tip with my tongue. I lifted my eyes to him as I took him deep in my mouth. “Fuck. On second thought.”
A moment later, I was in his arms. Gold shimmered around us, and then we were in his quarters at the Avalon. We only made it as far as the living room rug. Lach laid me across it and waved a hand at the hearth. A fire blazed to life, and I watched its light dance across him as he kicked off his shoes and reached for his pants. My heart pounded at the sight of his naked body, at the tattoos that covered him but didn’t flash and change, as if his mind was finally completely quiet and he was acting purely on instinct. I’d had him in my mouth, but seeing him…his muscled form, the cock jutting out and ready, had me reaching for the zipper of my gown.
Lach was faster. He tore it clean down the front. “I’ll get you a new one.”
Apparently, panties weren’t the only thing the fae liked to rip off. His mouth found mine as it fell away, and my skin sang as it met his, every nerve firing and throbbing where we touched. His fingers skimmed between my breasts, circling my nipples and pausing to flick them with a masculine grunt of satisfaction before they descended lower and he pushed two inside me, moving them slowly in and out, preparing me.
“Should I…?” He paused, his eyes meeting mine in question.
I could barely think with him touching me, barely process anything but the overwhelming need to have him buried inside me. But I knew what he was asking. “I’m on the pill.”
“Thank the gods,” he muttered, pulling his hand back and slicking himself with my wetness before moving between my thighs.
I wrapped my legs around him, gasping as his cock nudged against me. He paused, bringing his eyes to mine before sliding inch by glorious inch inside me. I arched into him, hooking my arms around his neck and welcoming him deeper.
Lach snarled his approval as he began to thrust slowly. “You feel even better than I fucking imagined.”
His words sent a thrill shooting through me. Not because he’d hidden his desire—no, he’d been blunt about that for weeks—but because I felt it in his touch, saw it reflected in the way his eyes pierced straight through me.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, nearly breathless as he thrust slowly in and out, each stroke deeper than the one before.
“You only have to ask.” His mouth angled over mine, claiming my lips as he claimed my body in a steady, punishing rhythm. I’d never been with someone like this, so wholly that the entire world fell away and there was only him and us and nothing else mattered.
Lach’s hand slid under me, holding me against him as he shifted back onto his heels until I was seated on top of him. His first thrust hit so deeply that stars wheeled in my vision, and a moan of pleasure broke free. He growled at the sound and unleashed himself, pounding into me as pleasure twisted my body into a knot, each stroke coiling me tighter and tighter until I unraveled around him. He buried his face in my neck and followed me, his hips thrusting up as he emptied inside me.