Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
Rosalina
F arron doesn’t say anything. He moves with an otherworldly speed and I’m caught up in his arms, thoroughly kissed, and spun onto his bed. His weight falls over me, the soft fabric of his clothes rubbing against my bare skin.
I kiss him feverishly and blindly tear at his clothes, yanking off the cravat and ripping open the buttons of his vest. He struggles out of his shirt and trousers, and I have to push him away from me so I can drink him in. Seven realms . How did I survive under the water without being able to look at him?
He’s so gorgeous, his body lean, skin shimmering with light. The taut muscles of his chest move up and down with his rapid breath. I want to worship every inch of him.
His naked body against mine is pure euphoria. I realize now how touch-starved I’ve been these last three months, my only company the fish and Kairyn’s visits. Every place Farron’s skin touches mine feels alight.
He runs his hand down my neck before hovering it over my breast. A pained expression crosses his face.
“Something wrong?” I ask.
“No, I’m just preparing myself.” He sucks in a breath. “You have no idea how badly I’ve missed these.”
A full-body laugh hits me, and he grins in response. “You’re so damn cute,” I tell him.
“We’ll see about that.” With that unearthly grace and speed, he palms my breast with one hand and cups my pussy with the other. I gasp and tense against the contact, then melt into his touch.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he moans, slipping two fingers inside of me. “I’ve missed this pussy.”
“How much?”
“ This much.” Another two fingers press within me and Farron increases his pace.
There’s no time for softness, for slowness, now. My hunger for him is explosive, ready to burst out of my chest. I reach down and seize his cock. That melting sensation surges through my body again, a sense of relief just to hold it in my hand.
I stroke it from base to tip, whispering with each caress, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
The hand on my breast is replaced with his mouth. He sucks hard, gently nipping at my skin. His thumb drifts over my clit, and a shiver runs up my spine.
I feel my orgasm building quickly within me, my body so eager to respond to his touch. But this isn’t enough for me. I want all of him.
“Inside of me,” I gasp. “I need you inside of me. Now .”
Farron looks up from between my breasts. “I could never say no to you.”
He sits back on his heels, and I spread my legs around his waist. I’m torn between the delirious ecstasy of watching him like this, his gorgeous body hovering over me, and the feeling of emptiness without his skin directly against mine.
“Come back to me, darling,” I whisper.
His smile is so soft, his eyes filled with love. Then he drives his cock into me, and I nearly explode into stars right then and there.
His weight falls over me again. I wrap my legs tight around his hips and my arms around his neck, as if I could hold him this close to me forever. I don’t ever want to let him go.
We move together, our mate bond cocooning us until I feel like we’re one body, one soul.
He murmurs in my ear, near whimpers: “You feel so good, Sweetheart. So good. I love this pussy so much.”
His cock sends tingles up my body. With each thrust, the sensation intensifies, the tingles growing into a crescendo. My body feels like embers caught in the rushes, swirling into a raging wildfire.
I suck in a deep breath. “Fare, Fare—”
He captures his name as it leaves my lips. One hand pinches the nipple of my right breast, and the other tangles in my hair. “Give yourself to me, Rosie. Give it to me.” He thrusts again, the feeling of his cock radiating throughout my whole body.
My chest heaves, my breaths quicken, and I feel as if I’m about to break. As Farron’s thrusting grows more erratic, the pleasure starts to meld into a burning desire that swells within me.
“Farron, I … I can’t hold back much longer.”
His response is a low growl, punctuated by his hips pounding into me. It’s as though we’ve entered another realm, one where the only thing that matters is the love we share. I can feel my orgasm building, an unstoppable fire that’s about to consume me.
His movements send jolts of pleasure and pain up and down my spine. My nails dig into his back, pulling him deeper. I can’t help but moan, the sound echoing through the room, filling the air with our ragged breaths and cries.
His thrusts become more urgent, more feral, as if he too is trying to hold on for just a few more moments. He grips my thigh and hikes it over his shoulder, the movement allowing his cock to penetrate my deepest core.
“Tell me you’ll never let me go,” I beg.
He releases my leg and clutches my sweat-slicked face. “Never, Rosalina.”
The primal fury in his words is almost enough to push me over the edge.
Farron’s eyes are locked on mine, the intensity of his gaze matching the passion surging through me. He knows I’m close, and he thrusts deeper, harder, as though trying to pull every last ounce of pleasure from me.
I can feel the wildfire inside me spreading, about to consume me whole. My nerves are taut, the anticipation nearly unbearable. “Farron,” I cry. “Farron!”
My glow intensifies, melding with his, and I surrender. My orgasm bursts forth like a wildfire caught to the wind, my every nerve like dry leaves eaten by my flames. A sound leaves my lips, not a sob, but a wild war cry. My body, once imprisoned, now reclaimed.
Farron wraps me in his arms as I come down, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. I squeeze around his hardness, grounding myself with his body.
“Good job, Sweetheart,” he whispers. “So good for me.”
His movements grow desperate, so quick his body is a near blur. He growls low in his throat, eyes flashing, and slams into me once more, burying himself to the hilt. It’s like a floodgate has been opened, his cock pulsing inside of me, spilling his seed deep within.
“You’re mine,” Farron growls, his voice hoarse with desire. “Always and forever. You’re everything to me.”
With that, he collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. We lie there, panting heavily, our hearts pounding. His cock stays nestled within me, connecting us fully.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice breaking with emotion. “More than words can say.”
He raises his head, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “In the starlight way.” I knot my fingers in the waves of his auburn hair. My mate. My best friend. The love of my life . I want to give Farron everything I am. All of my glowing moments, and my faded ones, too. I know he’ll keep them both safe. I want to bathe him in my sunshine, and dance with him in my rain. I want to know that when I feel like I’m losing myself, I’ll never truly be able to, because every bit of me belongs to him.
Farron gazes down at me quizzically. “Everything all right, Sweetheart?”
“I’m not ready to sleep yet.” I lick my lips, suddenly vulnerable but not afraid. Farron is my sanctuary. “I love you so much, Farron. So much, I can barely contain myself.”
He smiles. “I love you, too.”
I sit up, pushing him back against his heels. “I want you to know every part of me. To claim every part of me.” I narrow my eyes and look up at him through my lashes. “A piece of me no one has ever had before.”
Farron blinks then looks down. “Oh … I understand.” He tucks a dark curl behind my ear. “Let me take care of you, darling.”
An excited energy sings between us. Giggling, I lie back down. “How do you want me?”
“Just like that.” He clambers over me to the bedside drawer and pulls out a pretty turquoise vial. Oil shimmers as he coats his fingers. “We’ll go slow. You just say the word, and I stop. You’re in control. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Gently, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and kisses my calf. A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine. He strokes his hand over the soft skin of my thigh, then traces the seam of my pussy, then further down. His slick fingers whisper over my rim, and a tremble courses through my body.
“Okay?” he asks softly.
“Okay,” I breathe back.
“Do you remember what it was like our first time?” His voice has a slight hitch to it, and I wonder if he’s nervous. He presses a little harder against me, and another delicious shiver runs up my body.
“Of course. How could I ever forget? It was one of the best moments of my life.”
A ripple of pleasure builds as he slowly presses a finger inside. “Mine too. Our first time together, and it was in a rainstorm in a pile of leaves. That’s really no way to bed a Queen.”
I laugh lightly, breathing as he pushes deeper. “Well, I didn’t know I was a Queen then and besides, no four-poster bed could compare to those leaves in that moment.”
“I suppose you’re not exactly opposed to activities outside of the bedroom.” He flashes me a cheeky grin, and I realize what he’s doing. Distracting me and relaxing my body. I sigh against him, loosening my muscles.
“Let’s see,” I murmur. “There’s been the forest, the library, the kitchen—”
“You told Marigold you’d tripped and fallen into the flour. I don’t think she believed you.”
I laugh again. All these memories, and we’ve only just started our lives together. “I need a hundred more years with you, Fare. A thousand more years. A million!”
“Eternity would not be long enough,” he says, and his finger slips deeper inside of me.
I let out a moan and press myself harder against him. Yes , this is what I needed. All of him, all of me. Forever and ever and ever.
The pressure inside of me releases, and Farron sits back. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice ever the gentleman.
I sit up on my elbows and hold his eyes with a stare. “Take me, Farron. Take all of me.”
He drips oil over his cock, which is already hard again. The liquid shimmers over his length. My heart beats rapidly against my chest. His cock, both glowing with his inner radiance and now shiny with oil, seems worthy of a painting.
Farron positions himself at my entrance, his face right over mine. With his hot breath on my lips and the head of his cock pressing against my rim, my excitement feels ready to explode within me.
Then he captures my mouth with his and pushes into me at the same time. Pain and pleasure burst through me. His cock fills me up completely, my tight canal gripping him with each movement. He bites my lower lip as he thrusts. Every fiber of me blooms with sensation, a feeling of fullness like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“Okay?” Farron breathes.
“Okay,” I breathe back.
His hands tremble as they run over my breasts, and I notice his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. My body does that to him. My body!
Because he is my mate, and we are made for one another. This piece of myself I thought too intimate to ever offer was so easy to give to him. He is my refuge and always has been. Since the moment I came to Castletree and saw him there in the prison, I knew he was my haven. I tried to rescue him then and have never stopped trying. Now, with each pump inside of me, I feel like he’s rescuing me from the darkness that was threatening to overtake me earlier.
“Your ass feels so fucking good, Sweetheart,” he moans. “This is mine . You are mine.”
Hunger rages in my chest, and I run scratches down his back. “ Harder , Fare. Harder!”
He growls and increases his pace. I cry out. My skin grows brighter, reflecting in his golden eyes. His light shines brighter, too, warmth radiating over me. I am on fire, a meteor hurtling toward his earth.
Farron and I have been together so many times now, in so many places. We’ve made love, fucked like animals, and worshiped one another as if we were gods. But this is different—this is a complete surrender of my body to him and I don’t ever want it back.
Farron holds himself up on one arm, then reaches down and strokes my clit. The single electrifying touch combined with the relentless pressure within me sends my body over the edge. I unshackle from reality, my nerves exploding from top to bottom.
“F-Fare!” I manage. “I’m coming.”
His light grows so bright, his features are nothing but wavering mist. “Me too. Where—?”
“Inside me, Fare. I need you inside me!”
My light bursts forth with his, and together, we erupt. Farron cries out. His cock pulses within me, filling me even fuller than I thought possible. His light radiates out in great beams, and my own joins his. I am a bucket of stars, spilling out across the sky.
The world seems suspended in a breath. Farron’s full weight falls over me, his breathing heavy. I wrap my arms around him and take in the scent of his skin.
We stay like that for a few minutes, hazy with ecstasy. Farron starts to untether from me with a few sloppy kisses that send me into a fit of laughter again. I miss his touch instantly as he gets up, but he’s back soon enough with a warm, wet towel.
After cleaning up, Farron dresses me in a pair of his pajamas. Something about his soft striped trousers and shirt is so much comfier than my own. He pulls me back into bed with him, and I lie on his chest.
My light has puttered out, my control of magic nowhere near as nuanced as his, but his skin still has a subtle glow.
I trace my fingers over his bare chest. My own living starlight.
He kisses my brow. “So,” he whispers, “what do we do next, Rosie?”
“We keep going,” I say back.
One heartbeat at a time.