This time he turned the challenge on her. “And what of you? Why did you keep the knowledge of the fae from me?”
“Fear of you… the Hunter.”
He took slow steps toward her. “You fear me?”
She spoke honestly. “I fear the Hunter, not my husband. I know the difference.”
He took quick steps to close the distance between them, his arm coiling around her waist to yank her against him. “And which one holds you now?”
Without hesitation, she said, “My husband. I am always safe in his arms.”
He felt her words stab at his heart and he bent his head and kissed her.
Her arms slipped around his neck, holding on tight, not letting go, not willing to lose him.
His lips didn’t leave hers as he tightened one arm around her waist to walk to the bed, her feet barely touching the floor. Garments were shed rapidly, Dar finishing before her to sit on the bed and pull her between his spread legs after she finally stood naked in front of him.
He rested his brow just beneath her breasts, inhaling deeply, then brushed his lips over her silky skin, sending a rash of gooseflesh to run over her.
“I want to leave the touch of my lips everywhere on you, so you can forever feel them there and know I am always with you.”
He eased her down just enough to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue teasing and tormenting it.
Elara ran her fingers through his hair to take hold of his head and help anchor herself there. She let herself get lost in the pleasure that rushed furiously through her, spiraling her passion. And when his hand began to roam down over her stomach, she felt her breath catch, knowing and anticipating his intention. Still, she gasped when his fingers slipped inside her and she dropped her head back and moaned.
She thought she would burst there and then, but his fingers slipped out her, and she moaned at the loss.
“Come down on me,” he said, surprising her, and took hold of her hips to guide her down on his swollen shaft.
He helped rest her legs over his and guided her down slowly until she engulfed his manhood, all of it, strong and firm inside her.
He groaned, the feel of her tight around him, soaring his pleasure, and he kept a firm grip on her hips to ease her into a slow rhythm, at first. And while she grew used to the tempo, he teased her nipples with his teeth, spiking their pleasure even more.
It wasn’t long before Elara took control of the rhythm and before she knew it, she was bouncing up and down on him hard and furiously. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted it to go on forever and ever.
She gasped when he suddenly yanked her off him and with one arm around her waist swung her down on the bed and dropped over her, entering her swiftly and setting a hard and fast rhythm that had her gripping his taut arms tightly.
Her pleasure soared like never before and there was no controlling it and she didn’t want to. She let it have its way, let the pleasure rise out of control and hung onto him for dear life as she exploded in a blinding pleasure, calling out his name as she did.
Her explosive cry ignited his own pleasure, and he burst into a fiery climax that completely consumed him.
Dar dropped down on his wife, too spent to hold his weight or move off her, the faint tail of his climax still lingering.
Elara barely had a breath left to her, the aftermath of her climax still dwindling.
Finally, with his weight not helping her already breathlessness, she managed to get out, “Dar.”
He raised his head and seeing her breathing labored, hurried off her and onto his back to lie beside her.
He turned his head to her, reaching for her hand as he did. “Are you all right?”
She managed a brief chuckle. “Breathless.”
He beamed proudly. “I satisfied you well then.”
She closed her hand around his and struggled only a bit to say, “You always do.”
“As you do for me,” he said and raised their joined hands to kiss hers.