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“He grazed a fang across my collarbone and I shivered. The building pressure had me on the edge and teetering. It was absolutely ridiculous that I was so close to orgasm with only a few strokes of his fingers, but Devin managed to pull it out of me as I grabbed the sheets at my side and pressed the side of my face into the bed. The heat slammed into me in waves. It was all I could do to hold on for the ride, letting out a senseless sound of pleasure. He pulled his hand away slowly, kissing my forehead. "More?" "No," I breathed. "You, now, please." I pulled him down and kissed him deeply. He shifted how he was leaning over me, scooting up the bed as he did it. As he pressed himself firmly against my entrance, I was ready to beg for it if I had to. I wanted Devin. Now. He slid himself just inside. A sharp breath, my eyes widened. The nostalgia pinch of being stretched open surprised me. "I'm all right," I breathed. "It's just been a while." He pressed in a little farther. I dug my nails lightly into his back, and he growled in approval. He grazed my neck with his fangs and a soft noise escaped my lips; he licked and kissed my skin on his way back up to my mouth. An ice-cold breeze whipped past us. I held on tighter as Devin thrust deep inside. I screamed as the waves of pleasure hit again, somehow even harder than before. I removed my nails from his back when I realized how deeply I had dug them into his skin, but he didn't seem to notice. Everything felt like jelly. Content, unwound jelly. I rolled on my side, catching my breath as Devin curled me into his body, one hand lazily stroking my stomach. "How do you feel?" "That was intense," I breathed. "Is it always like that with fae?" "Too much?" He nuzzled into my hair.”

“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot. His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.” My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me. “Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.” “Caspian…” “Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.” Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now. “I’m… perfect.” Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved. “You deserve love.” He pulled out again. “I deserve love.” This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure. “You are smart.” “I am smart.” “You are patient.” “I am patient.” “You are stunning.” “I am stunning.” On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again. “Caspian—" I moaned. “Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.” And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again. “Fuck, Caspian,” I panted. “That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes. I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”

“And then he absolutely fucked me. I gasped when he pushed in with one hard motion. The feeling of being so full so suddenly when when I was already so wet and teased and ready to go was a buzz of heaven in my head as all other thoughts were pushed away. "You like this," he commented. Another thrust, a moan from me. "You're tighter than you've ever been for me, do you know that?" Another thrust, and all I could do was breathe out the tension that was building in a strained sound of agreement. Hot kisses and hard thrusts soon blurred as both of us chased whatever high of the night we were barreling toward with abandon. I knew my muscles would ache tomorrow. The instinct to resist, to pull, to free myself from the ropes and their constant foreign sensation didn't fall away for a long while. Not being able to run my hands down Caspian's chest, to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hell, to hold on for dear life as he grabbed my hips and filled me. "Fuck, Caspian." I couldn't catch my breath. "Hold on a little longer for me, Madeline," Caspian growled in my ear, then grabbed one of my thighs, lifting it as much as the rope would allow to give himself a deeper reach into me. Hold on, he'd said. I barely managed that; it felt more like I was along for the ride than anything else. Which was probably the ropes' doing, but it still made for one hell of a fuck, and I made mental notes to ask Caspian what else he'd been fantasizing about. He slowed our motion just enough that I whined as he kissed me hard, my hands itching to reach for him, to feel what of him I could, but coming up empty. "Come for me," Caspian commanded. And fuck if I didn't obey. He had me wound so wet, so hot, so tight, that the fall from the climax sent my head spinning. I know I called out some sound that could have been his name or just some scrambled word or other as he hit my inner walls in all the right places. Over and over he thrust, riding out my orgasm until he found his own. I did what I could to catch my breath when Caspian filled me with his heat.”

“So, how does one use an Atlantean soaking pond? Do I need a bikini?” Caspian chuckled, then his eyes turned sharp and hot. “Clothing optional.” The heat on my neck crept higher, but there was nothing but a smile on my face. “Oh? Is that normal, or is that a house rule?” “It’s not uncommon here,” he said, shrugging off his shirt, and his scent mixed with the light sandalwood he burned in his house was intoxicating. When bare-chested Caspian stood in front of me, it was easy to lean down and grab a towel from my bag. “No clothes, then.”

“I'm ready to have my house back," I said. "Someone wouldn't play with me while we had a guest." Placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her in gently for a heated kiss. "Alan would hear us," she whispered. "I'm trembling with concern," I drawled. She smacked my chest lightly, but the playful grin she tried to shove off her face told a different story. "At least wait until after dinner, okay? I'm starving." With a wicked grin, I stole a kiss. "Be careful making deals with a fae, darling. I'll be holding you to it.”

“I'm not hungry." "I am." He leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip, pulling a carnal sound from my throat. "For breakfast?" I breathed. I could feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest, pressed against mine. "Something like that." I squealed a laugh as Caspian moved his hands and sank his fingers into my plush thighs, lifting me off the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We didn't go far before he set me down on the cushions in the living area. "Am I going to finally see that tattoo?" he mused. I had to swallow another laugh as I undid my shorts, sliding them off and leaving myself in a pair of pink lace panties, with the tattoo on my hip exposed. Caspian's gaze was hot on the apex of my thighs for a long moment before he moved his attention to the blue lines on my skin, rubbing them gently with the pad of his thumb. "A compass rose," he murmured. "Yeah, I don't know what you know about American teenagers, but every year I think some percentage of us get cringy wanderlust tattoos, and this one was mine," I said. "There, is your curiosity sated?" My attention flew back to the tattoo when a pair of hot lips pressed into it. "It's cute," Caspian said. "But I'm not even close to done exploring you.”

“Don't the humans want a white New Year's? We can make that happen." I slid my hand off her leg and around her lower back, leaning in to kiss her neck. "It's a white Christmas." She laughed, looking out the window, the gentle rush of traffic in the background just beyond our private street the only indication that the city outside of our little world had moved on with its day. "And I think we've already done that. Well... a white Boxing Day, at least." "Hm." I leaned in and kissed her neck. "I think we can do better." "Devin..." "Yes, darling?" I let a hand wander, feeling the goose bumps down her arm. We can't spend all day in... bed." "I have a few ideas that won't require a bed." "You're incorrigible," she said, turning red as she tried to hide her smile. "Fine. Let's have a snow day.”

“She began peeling off her pants. Whatever Arthur's concerns, she was safe and in one piece. One very sexy, beautiful piece. Heat flared through the bond and she sucked in a breath. "Planning on taking a shower?" I approached slowly, my face revealing every intimate thought on my mind. "I---yes." Her exhaustion was lifting, replaced with a knowing smile. "Is that a problem?" "Not at all." I closed the distance between us, removing my shirt. "In fact, I might just need a shower myself." "Do you want to go first?" she teased. "I'm in no hurry." "No, no, I won't delay your shower." I wrapped my arms around her, unfastening her bra. "Why don't we take one together?" A playful smile crossed her lips. "I don't know, that seems terribly inefficient." "Nonsense." I helped her remove her bra and then slipped the panties down her legs. "I will show you just how efficient I can be." She moved a hand to my chest, catching her lower lip with her teeth. "Well, you can't shower in your suit." She leaned up to kiss me, her fingers working on my buttons as I laughed against her mouth. "Eager?" "Shut up." I scooped her off her feet as her laughter carried through to the bathroom, where I planned to assist her in a very slow and inefficient shower.”