I sink my teeth into his lower lip, and his groan vibrates through my mind. A buzzing sensation skitters through me, nearly breaking me apart.
“Wilder.”I tilt my head back against the door as he kisses the path down the center of my throat, nipping at my collarbone.“Oh gods.”
He chuckles.“If the gods are watching, they’d better look away now. What I plan to do to you is anything but holy.”
Wilder lifts me in his arms, and my fingers dig into his thick hair. With his lips on my neck, he carries me across the room, tossing me onto the bed. His body presses over mine, and I’m breathless. His steely length grinds against my core.
But it’s his eyes I’m watching. As alive as a thunderstorm. As equally unpredictable. I reach up, tracing the scar on his cheek, lost in the chasm of darkness and gold.
“I feel like I know everything about you and nothing at all,”I say,dragging my finger over his scar and then dropping my hand to the bed.
“You know more than anyone else.”
Wilder lowers, kissing my throat. His hands find the ties of my nightdress, and he peels it down my body as he moves with it. His tongue drags a slow circle over my nipple, and my nails find his shoulders, digging in as he tugs it between his teeth.
“Do you like that, Elorie?”Something about how he hums my name makes my insides melt.
His fingers wander up my nightgown before dragging them along my core. One finger pushes inside me as he worships my other breast.
“Wilder.” I gasp.
I’ve lost the thread. Unable to focus on anything but his touch as he explores me. He lifts onto his knees and angles my hips to tug my nightdress the rest of the way off until I’m bare beneath him.
“So gods damn stunning.” He stares down at me.
I’m sure that’s not true when I’m a human, and every Fae I’ve laid eyes on is more beautiful. But staring into his eyes makes me want to believe him.
His shoulders flex, and I take in his hard chest. The planes of muscle that are inked in his regrets. My fingers trace over the markings, moving down the ripples of his stomach. It’s sinful. When I reach the laces on his pants, I wait for him to stop me, but he doesn’t.
Wilder stares into my eyes as I undo them.
But before I can pull them down, he lowers for another kiss, claiming my lips with more fervor than before. He kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest, moving until he settles his mouth between my legs, and my vision sparkles. Or is that my hands, wrapped in moonlight as he draws a love letter between my legs. I thread myfingers in his hair, and I can’t think about anything but those golden eyes.
My skin hums.
It sparkles.
It glows until I reach a peak that is so high there’s only darkness. Except this time, I’m not alone. And when I burst, Wilder holds my legs open with his palms and guides me through the waves of pleasure. He continues to kiss me until I’m a shaking mess in his arms.
Wilder plants a kiss on my inner thigh. “My Starfire.”
He strips off his pants and tosses them aside. Stroking his thick cock in his hand. He tugs from the base, all the way to the tip, leaking a bead of his excitement onto my stomach.
“I’m on a tonic to prevent conception,” I tell him when he strokes again, just so he knows not to worry since I’m half-Fae and the risks are unknown. “The king put me on it.”
Time stills in his gaze.
Everything but his eyes darkens around us.
His jaw turns rigid. “I don’t want to think about why he did that, but I can promise you it’s not going to benefit him.”
I bite my lower lip and nod in agreement, not knowing if I’ll have a choice soon, but right now, I do. And I’ve made it.
Wilder rubs his cock over me, and I’m still so sensitive that I squirm. But when pleasure peaks again and I try to wiggle away, aether snags around my wrists, binding them and tugging them overhead.
“Are you trying to run from me, Elorie?” Wilder smirks, dragging his cock to my entrance and pressing forward just enough for me to feel the pressure. “It’s too late for that now.”
“I—” My words choke as he does it again, a little farther this time. “I don’t think I can come again. It’s too much.”