Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Dyfri
I’m lying in bed, being kissed by Jack, and it is the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me. We’ve been like this for hours, and I still don’t want it to ever stop.
His hands are running all over my naked body, and it feels like heaven. He is touching me with reverence and awe, and it is lighting my soul up.
Suddenly, his warm lips leave mine, and I nearly whimper in dismay. Instead, I open my eyes and find him staring at me. His green-brown eyes are dark and heated.
“You aren’t working for the Unseelie Court, are you.” His words are not a question.
I blink in surprise. I had no idea this was on his mind. Whether I was or not, never seemed to bother him. Which is not surprising. He is a human, with no allegiance to either court. Why should he care why I want to liberate his people?
A soft sigh escapes me. There is no point in denying it. There is truth in kisses, and that’s probably why he has been hit with this sudden clarity.
“No,” I admit.
Understanding swirls in his eyes. “But the uncertainty of it is intimidating. It makes you seem more formidable. It’s an unplayed hand in a game of cards.”
My heart flutters, and my hand lifts up to cup his face. “I don’t know why you ever doubted your intelligence, but it needs to stop. Right now.”
The smile that stretches across his lips is dazzling. “Yes, Your Highness.”
My laugh is helpless and entirely too soft. Jack kisses me anyway. He kisses me deeply and intensely, and I sink into it.
I press myself even closer to him, brushing my bare chest against his soft fur. He murmurs in appreciation, and his leg lifts up to cover my hip. His hand glides up to my horn, and I moan as pleasure flares white-hot and potent.
Jack freezes. He stops kissing me.
I glare at him. His eyes are wide and dark, pupils blown. “Does that feel good?”
I lick my lips. The words are stuck in my throat. So I nod instead.
Heat races over Jack’s cheeks. He carefully moves his hand, stroking my horn with a featherlight touch. I shiver as sensation courses through me. The ecstasy is profound.
“Your eyes are glowing,” Jack whispers hoarsely.
I look away, but his hand moves from my horn to my chin, gently pulling me back to meet his gaze.
“I love it,” he says. “It is so flipping sexy.”
I blink. This man is full of never-ending surprises. Every single one of them good and bright.
I hold his gaze while he carefully caresses my horn again. Lust and desire flare deep inside me. One last semi-coherent thought races through me. A musing on whether humans inherited their word horny from us.
I push Jack onto his back and grind myself against him. He groans, and his eyes roll back. His jaw is slack with pleasure, and he has never looked more beautiful.
His now free hand takes my other horn and he strokes both at once. I see stars and grind harder against him.
“I…I want you to top me!” Jack gasps.
It’s my turn to freeze. Jack opens his eyes. He looks a little sheepish and a whole lot flushed and aroused.
I’m feeling positively feral. His invitation is doing things to me. Wild things. Filling me with want, need and hunger. The likes of which I have never felt before.
“It’s still our honeymoon,” I hear myself say. Apparently, some part of my mind is still functioning.
Jack licks his lips. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I stare at him. Thoughts are tangling. A thousand different feelings are whirling within me like a hurricane.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Jack says. “I understand.”
“I want to!” I say and it sounds like a growl. “I really, really want to.”
Jack’s face flushes even more. His head drops back onto the pillows. He stares at me with a deep hunger all of his own.
My hips move. Giving Jack pleasure is an act of worship. One I gain immense satisfaction from performing. Pleasing him well and thoroughly is going to be an act of divinity.
I hold my hand out and use a surge of magic to call a bottle of oil to me. Jack’s eyebrows rise and he chuckles low and deep.
“That impatient, huh?”
I fight my blush. “Yes.” Surely he knows how he affects me?
I shift position, and in perfect choreography, Jack spreads his legs for me.
Heat coils in my belly. My cock has never been harder. My desire has never burned stronger.
I cover my hands with oil. One hand goes to his cock, the other to his hole. Jack groans, and his hips twist upwards in supplication.
The image burns into my mind. Jack is twice my size. Lying beneath me, pliant, submissive, biddable, and best of all, relaxed, calm and at ease. There is no fear coming from him. There isn’t even any unease.
There is only trust and contentment. Lust and pleasure.
It’s enough to make my heart burst from the joy of it. Jack trusts me. Wants me. He has bestowed upon me the greatest gift ever to have been given. His faith.
My hands get to work. Playing with his cock while teasing his hole.
Jack moans and falls into the pleasure I am giving him. He is soft and obedient. I love seeing him like this. My strong and muscular pillow princess.
His hands return to my horns, and a deep groan escapes me as euphoria chases the last remaining rational thoughts away.
Now there is only Jack. Our hands on each other. Our marriage bed our entire universe. Our hearts and breaths synchronising. We are becoming one. One being, joined together by pleasure and love.
I sink an oiled finger into him. He cries out, and I growl in response. His body is tight and hot and everything I am burning for. I am craving this with a passion brighter than the sun.
I want Jack. I need him. I have to sink into him and hear him cry out in joy.
But I can’t rush. These things can’t be hurried. It has to feel so, so very good for him. No pain, no discomfort. Only rapture.
I ease a second finger into him. His hips lift off the sheets, and his cock throbs in my other hand. A bright bead of precum forms on his slit. I want to bend down and claim it for my own, lick it up with my tongue, but Jack is gently working my horns and the bliss is far too intense to leave.
This moment is perfect. My heaven. My paradise. Jack’s joy is turning the air sweet. His cock is silken and firm in my palm. My fingers are enveloped in his tight heat, and his hands are on my horns, each brush sending lightning jolts of glee through me.
I’m soaring. Flying high. Exulting in the knowledge that sex can be like this. This is holy. Profound. Life-changing.
“Dyfri… Please!”
Jack’s garbled plea is fresh fuel for my passion. I can feel my horns swelling and thickening. The orgasm that is brewing within my soul is going to rewrite my very essence. I’m never going to be the same again. I’m going to be better. Reborn into the shape of Jack’s love.
I move my hands. Jack whimpers in protest. I roll on top of him, and he falls quiet in anticipation.
He wants me. Needs me to sink inside of him and fill him. He is craving my cock. Yearning for me to take him.
My face hurts. I think I’m grinning. I think this is what happiness feels like.
And I’m glad that Jack is the first one to bestow this feeling upon me.
It feels right that it is him. He is worth waiting a lifetime for.
Worth all the years of unhappiness. Because they have all led to this. This moment. Jack. My husband.
“Dyfri, I need you!”
His head is thrown back. His body is all but writhing. I can’t keep him waiting any longer. He is ready. Ready to take me.
I line my cock up to his hole. Jack cries out. A sound that is pure music.
My hips take over. They move forward, and I glide home. Jack’s body opens for me, welcoming me. Surrounding me in heat and pressure and pure delight. I groan in ecstasy.
Jack’s hands tighten on my horns. The sensation is intense. An inferno and a cacophony. It is taking everything I have, every inch of willpower I have trained for and practised, not to rut into Jack like a beast.
But I can only control my hips so much. They take up a dance, a steady thrust in and out.
Jack yells and takes everything I give him. His hips rising up to meet me, demanding more.
“Dyfri!” he pleads.
Okay. I can unleash my frenzy. He wants it. He wants me to fuck him well and hard. He can take it.
I grunt and let myself go.
Jack goes wild. As wild as I am. Gasping, moaning, grunting, crying out. Our bodies slapping together. Sweating and working hard.
He feels so fucking good. The friction and heat is exquisite. He is taking me so well. Jack is amazing.
His eyes snap open. He meets my gaze. The green-brown is nearly all gone, his pupils are so wide. He looks as if he is in the throes of rapture. He is looking at me with awe and love. Desire and passion.
It’s too much. Too intense. A spark that turns the inferno inside me into a wildfire. Uncontainable and immense.
My peak pours out of me with a power that is overwhelming.
Jack cries out again. He clenches around me tight enough to take my breath away.
His peak rocks through him. Making him glow. Transforming him into a deity. Burning away the trappings of humanity and showing his naked, blazing soul.
And through it all, he holds my gaze. He allows me to see all of him. Down to his very core.
It is the most magnificent thing I have ever seen. I’m blown away. Humbled and forever changed.
I’m going to worship Jack forever.
Reality whirls and spins. We stare into each other’s eyes while our bodies slowly cool. Oxygen gradually returns to my veins.
I still don’t look away. I can’t. I don’t want to.
Jack tries to speak. He stops. Inhales and tries again.
“Stay with me.”
My heart thumps against my ribcage, as if trying to claw its way out of me and reach Jack directly. It has had enough of me and my weaknesses. My excuses and insecurities. My heart knows what it wants, and it wants Jack.
I know what Jack is saying. He isn’t asking about tonight. A week or a year. He is asking for eternity. He is asking me to stay on Earth with him and this magical thing we have found in each other.
I snatch a breath, even though I can feel my words are going to come easily. True words always do.
“Always,” I say.
And Jack’s eyes light up.