Chapter 91
CHAPTER 91
Rosalina
W e fall to the bed as one, legs and arms tangled. It’s so soft, sheets made of silk, gliding over my skin, a contrast to Dayton’s calloused fingertips. His lips are gentle as a breeze.
“Rosalina.” My name is a long exhale.
I straddle his hips and look down at him, admiring his beauty. Brushing the curtain of golden waves behind his ear, I caress his strong jaw and full lips, which curve into a smile at my touch. He lifts his face to my shoulder, lightly kissing his way up the tender skin of my neck, over my pointed ears, ending with a gentle kiss to my closed eyelids.
“Rosalina,” he breathes again.
“Dayton.” I stroke his muscles, knowing the strength that’s coiled beneath. But he touches me like I’m a delicate piece of porcelain.
I’ve been with Dayton before, wild and frenzied, desperate and yearning, but never like this. This slow exploration. Like every brush of his fingers is him worshiping what’s his .
I sigh deeply and lie fully over the top of him, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against the soft curve of my stomach. But there’s no urgency. I think the Prince of Summer would be content to lie together with me until the end of time.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbles against me, “but more so, that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper back, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin as my lips brush his shoulder.
“This ass. Did I tell you I love this ass yet?” His hands glide down my back to cup me, fingers kneading the soft flesh.
“Hey, you have a nice ass too,” I say, giggling and grabbing his rock-hard muscles.
“Oh, I know.” He grins.
“Cocky.”
“Speaking of cocks, aren’t you going to tell me that’s nice too?”
A sly smile spreads across my face, and I slide off his body to lie beside him. I drag my hand down his chest to wrap my fingers around his large shaft, moaning at the sheer girth of it.
“You feel so good,” I whisper and begin to stroke him up and down.
He groans deeply, then growls, “Bet I would feel even better in your mouth.”
My core tightens, and I inhale a breathy moan. My other hand moves to cup his balls, feeling their weight in my palm, massaging them. “Would you like my mouth around your cock, my darling mate?”
He arches back into the pillow, then slides a hand between my legs. “Seems like you like that idea too.”
His large hand cups my pussy, and I instinctively grind against his palm, feeling the delicious friction flutter through me.
“You’re right.” I slowly run my teeth over his neck, dragging my tongue down the valley of his chest while his hand is still between my legs. His finger teases my clit, making me moan. When I’m a mere breath away from his cock, inhaling his musk, he tangles his hands in my hair and stops me.
“Day?”
“I have a better idea.” He grabs my hips and repositions me so I’m lying over his chest, my mouth right before his cock, and my pussy is … my pussy is on his lips.
“Sorry, love,” he says, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of my ass. “Couldn’t wait to taste you.”
He licks my slick entrance before driving his tongue inside.
My whole body shudders with the sensation, and I grasp his muscular thighs. “I think you overestimate my ability to think when you’re there,” I gasp, “let alone do anything else.”
He laughs, breaking away for a moment, kissing my inner thigh. “I have complete faith in you, Blossom.”
Then he dives back inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, feeling his hot tongue teasing my sensitive clit. My head spins with pleasure, but I manage to keep my focus on the task at hand.
I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, then suck him deep, going as far as I can. His cock twitches in my mouth, and I know he’s close to losing it too. He groans against my pussy and grabs my ass harder, pushing me into his mouth. Pleasure explodes inside me as he continues to lick, suckle, and nibble me.
“You taste so good, Day,” I whisper, taking a moment to breathe before lapping at his length again.
“I could eat you forever.”
Feeling his cock between my lips and his mouth between my legs has me on edge already. “I might—”
“Come, Blossom,” he growls. “Remember my rule. Never just once.”
I smile against his length, continuing to pleasure him as my inner walls tighten. His tongue is merciless, licking and sucking every inch of my sensitive flesh. I cry out, muffled by his cock in my mouth, trembling as pleasure crests through me.
He doesn’t stop growling encouragements as I suck him hard, hollowing my cheeks. The vibrations of his voice send shivers through me. My pleasure soaks his lips.
“That’s it, Baby, come in my mouth,” he says. “That’s it, that’s it.”
My body sings with euphoria, but it only makes me want more of him. I force myself not to gag as I take him deeper, deeper.
His fingers dig into my hips as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. I increase my pace, desperate to feel him come undone. His muscles tense. I glance back to see his chiseled jaw clenched, lips glistening, golden hair disheveled across the pillow.
“Gods, the mere sight of you,” he groans. “Rosie, swallow my cum. Swallow it, Baby.”
All I can do is blink, and then I’m drowning in the salty sweetness of his release, his seed flooding my mouth. He growls long and low, and I take it all.
Finally, I break away gasping, mouth still dripping. Dayton pulls me up, sealing our lips together. He kisses me hard.
“You taste amazing,” I pant.
“Likewise, Rosie.”
He brushes the hair out of my eyes, a soft smile on his face. “Pull me beneath your waves,” he murmurs.
I press my lips to his again. “I want to drown in you.”
He kisses me deeply then, and a tremor of delicious heat washes over us both. We know what’s coming next. But again, Dayton seems in no rush. Only the first rays of sunset have started to wash over the room, painting it in vibrant red and casting shadows of rich violet. Sunbeams illuminate dusty sparkles, and I inhale the thick warm scent of sea, sand, and sunshine.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
He rolls us until I’m on my back, and sunlight beams behind him, silhouetting the Summer Prince in rays of gold.
“I will never stop loving you,” Dayton whispers against me. “Not until my last breath.”
A sudden terrible fear fills me for a moment, but he silences it with a devastating kiss. “I will mate you now, Rosalina.”
My legs spread as he positions his cock, hard again, at my entrance, and then shoves himself inside with a deep male groan. A tiny whimper escapes my lips as my body adjusts to his size. The full width of him fills me completely with each inch that he slides deeper, deeper, deeper.
“More,” I tremble, fingers clawing at his back. “I want all of you inside of me.”
“Baby, can you take it?” he asks, voice raspy, his own pleasure rocking him.
“Yes,” I say, thrusting my hips up. He sinks to the hilt.
Dayton’s eyelids flutter and the muscles in his throat bob as he throws his head back. “Oh, Rosie.”
I feel it too, this utter completeness. At last, I’m fulfilling the urge that has clawed at me ever since the first moment I laid eyes on the Summer Prince.
Dayton takes in a shuddering breath and looks as if he’s almost nervous. I clasp my hands on each side of his perfect face.
“Your curse will break. Our love is that strong.”
“I know. I believe in us, more than I believe in anything else.”
It’s a wicked sort of agony, the slow drag of his cock rubbing against my sensitive inner walls.
Through that pleasure, something uncoils within me, growing warmer and warmer next to my heart.
“Do you feel it?” I press a palm against his chest.
“Yes.” His eyes shudder closed. “Surprised I’m not entirely made of flame.”
“But you are,” I gasp. “You are warmth and sunshine. My light in the darkest places.”
It consumes me then, consumes us both. His lips press hard against mine, hands roaming over my body.
“I love you. I love you,” he says, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the room. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I think I say but the world has turned golden and hazy as he takes me like the tide sweeps the shore.
“Say it louder.”
Everything within me splinters. “I’m yours,” I cry out. “I’m yours.”
Dayton’s hand digs into the covers, the other weaving into my hair.
I press my lips to his cheeks, tasting salty tears. The Summer Prince is crying.
My body aches for release. I’m unable to comprehend anything beyond it. I surrender to our fire.
“I’m lost in your storm,” I gasp against him. “I never want out.”
A primal growl resounds in his chest. “This is it, Blossom. I’m going to claim you.”
He moves, hands working their way over my body, my breasts, rubbing my clit as his cock thrusts powerfully into me.
My pleasure crests like a delirious ember, a burning beside my heart that can’t be captured. The sun washes the whole world in light. “Dayton!” I cry out, unable to hold back the tidal wave of emotions.
He explodes, crying out my name like a prayer, spilling his seed deep inside.
Dayton collapses over me. His heart beats in time with mine, our breath mingling as we gasp for air.
I hold him close. “I’m yours,” I whisper.
“And I’m yours,” he pants, “forever.”
We lie in the bed, unwilling to be parted from each other’s bodies. He stays sheathed within me. Every so often, he tilts his head, placing a kiss to my ear, my jaw.
I am content to hold him close, to feel comfort in the press of his chest against mine, to weave my fingers through the thick strands of his hair.
Then, a fading light flickers over the bed, a golden beam playing across the muscles of his back, and it shimmers like starlight.
“Dayton,” I whisper softly. “It’s happening.”
He lifts his head and gives a rueful smirk. “Is that what that tingly magical feeling inside of me is?”
I hold his gaze. This is how it’s always been between Dayton and me, ever since our first meeting in the hot springs. Magical, tingly, explosive. For so long, we fought the threads of fate that bind us together. Our love has proven invincible. Nothing, not war nor lies nor our own fears or doubts can destroy it. This love has lived in me and given me strength, even when I didn’t know what it was. “Yes, Dayton. Our love is magic.”
“Stars, I know,” he says and pulls me up until we’re both sitting. Then, he kisses me.
I feel the powerful magic sparking off his lips, the change beginning within him. He breaks away with a smile on his face, bold and unafraid.
He leaves me, moving to stand at the edge of the bed, lean and powerful body rippling with golden light. He cries out, a burst of color appearing behind him, the silhouette of a wolf. The wolf howls once, then breaks apart into iridescent motes of daylight.
Dayton stands, shoulders broad, hair long, and face fiercer than I’ve ever seen it. Something tremors deep within me, something primal reacting to the power radiating off of him. The power of the unbridled High Prince of Summer.
His very skin seems to glow gold as he walks toward me and cups my face.
“Your curse is broken,” I whisper.
“Because of you.”
He gathers me into his arms and carries me onto the balcony, where the first stars are beginning to glimmer in the sky.
Dayton dips his head to my neck, inhaling. “My first act with no curse will be to take my mate under the stars.”
“Dayton,” I whisper dreamily, the full euphoria of it swelling inside me.
“I’ve never felt power like this before,” he says. “And trust me, you haven’t either.”
Then he sheathes himself inside me. I tilt my head back, crying out to the stars above.