Instead of focusing on that, I press my lips to hers and cling to what ties us together instead of what tears us apart.
“You drive me gods damned crazy.”I spin until her back hits the wall.
The prettiest gasp meets my lips, and I drink it down. I soak her in. I lift her hips, and she winds her legs around my waist.
We’re melting together.
We’re falling apart.
She tips her head back, looking up at me with her hooded gaze.“I like driving you crazy.”
“I know you do, Starfire.”
She smiles as I set her on her feet. Her fingers work my pants, then her small hand shoves down the front, wrapping my length.
“Elorie.”I brace myself against the wall behind her head when my knees buckle.“Tell me you actually want this because if you touch me like that, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back.”
My fingers thread through her hair, gripping tight as I tip her head back and force her to look up at me.
“I want this.”Three of the most beautiful words.
I lean in and kiss her throat.“Magic can be an aphrodisiac. All that power thrumming in your veins messes with your head. You’re still coming down from tapping into it.”
“I want you, Wilder,” she says.
But that’s only because there’s still so much she doesn’t know.
I swallow that down, meeting her gaze. “You scared me today.”
“I know.” She bites her lip, tightening her grip on my cock. “I’m sorry.”
“How sorry?”I pull her lip out from between her teeth and drag my thumb over her tongue.“Show me.”
Elorie wets her lips, smirking as she drops to her knees and pulls out my cock.
My grip tightens on her hair as she presses a kiss to my shaft. And when she opens her mouth and wraps her perfect lips around my length, I’m sent higher than any rush of magic in my veins. Her tongue is wet and warm. I’m shaking from my fingers to my toes.
Elorie’s silver eyes look up at me, and I lose all sense of time and space. It’s a miracle I found the strength to get her out of the city before claiming her. Resisting her was easier when I’d drawn that line. Like the one written in runes in the prison. But just like then, she steps over it.
She blurs my intentions, and there’s no going back. There’s no saving either of us. I’ll see the entire constellation destroyed before I let go of her. She might hate me for wanting to burn her realm to ash, but she fails to understand that there are no limits when it comes to her.
Tugging Elorie’s hair, I pop her lips off my cock, and the pretty little O she makes with her mouth almost undoes me.
Her eyebrows pinch, and those sparkling freckles on her cheek dull the slightest bit. “Sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“Was it not—” She bites her lip, and a hundred thoughts scurry around in her head. The same doubts she’s been running circles around since the first time she saw me look at my sister and didn’t know who she was to me.
I lean down and pick her up off the floor, setting her on her feet. Gripping her chin, I force her face up to me. With the magic blooming inside her, sometimes I forget just how small she issince she’s half-human.
I forget just how much she doubts herself when she has no reason to.
“There is nothing you could do to me that you would need to be sorry for. Absolutely nothing. And regarding this…” I slowly undo the laces on her shirt, slipping it overhead. “It’s been over a century since I’ve had anyone’s touch. I’d wait that long and thousands of years more if it meant you would be at the end of it.”
Lifting her hand, I kiss her fingertips and press her palm to my chest.
“You don’t know what you do to me, Elorie Vale. There is no one, human or Fae, who could ever make me feel like you do when you touch me.”