Chapter Nineteen #3
He was too young, part mortal and only half Faery.
And he was apparently one quarter demon on top of that crazy mixture.
Yet incongruous as it seemed, I thought I may have found the love of my life in him, and I would never find anyone else to match or even come close again.
I was still fighting it though, afraid to truly trust in these feelings.
But for now—for these few moments—perhaps I could act as if I did believe it. Because maybe—just maybe—I truly did.
I picked him up again and put him on his back, and then I attacked my own clothes as he watched.
I needed him like I needed to breathe, and that burning need swept through me like wildfire.
I managed to kick off my trousers by the time he was ready for me, laid out on his back like an offering, his beautiful cock hard and all for me.
I fell on top of him, and his legs wrapped around me, his thighs squeezing my hips.
Taking both of us in one hand, I started up a frantic stroking.
He arched up toward me, yearning toward me and pressing his head back on the pillow.
When I picked up the pace even further and added a little twist to the downward stroke, he literally screamed his pleasure, making me wonder if the guards would rush in to save us both.
I took my pleasure with his mouth again and again, crushing it under mine, and he made sounds so sweet they made me groan.
Why was everything so different with him?
Why had I never felt things so intensely before?
He appealed to me on a level I’d never experienced before.
I simply couldn’t get enough of him. I rubbed my thumb over the head of his sweet cock, and it made him even louder.
I kissed him—only kissed him, and he suddenly came harder than he had with me so far, considering I’d barely even gotten started with him yet.
His slim hips jerked and thrust, and it went on and on, like it would never stop.
He yelled out his pleasure again, and I had to put my hand over his mouth, seriously afraid that the guards would come rushing in.
I gave him a few moments, as he nodded and buried his hot face in my shoulder. I
dropped my mouth to his throat and worked my way down his chest, nibbling as I went. Braden groaned and pushed up into my hand again.
“Beautiful,” I murmured and rolled him over to lie on his stomach.
I used my knee to spread his legs wide then settle myself inside his thighs.
He writhed beneath me and arched up his back, trying to lean back closer to me.
I told him then in great detail how I felt about him and how I’d never felt this way before and didn’t know what to do about it.
I wanted to make sure he knew exactly how I felt, and that he belonged to me and no one else.
He nodded his head throughout my litany and made mewling promises as I stroked his ass and fondled him.
He rubbed his ass against my hand, begging for more, hissing with pleasure as I stroked along his cleft.
I eased a finger into him and then added another.
He whined and bucked up against me even harder, his head turning to blindly seek my skin and whimpering when he couldn’t reach it.
I found his prostate and watched him come apart.
He came so hard a second time that his come soaked the bed beneath him, and I milked him through his release until he groaned and sighed.
When I finally released him, he sagged like he’d been shot with an arrow, but I was far from being through with him.
I coated my cock with a small vial of oil I had begun keeping near my bed just for him.
I drove my cock into him in one, hard thrust. Braden arched his entire body and shouted, tremors vibrating all through him.
I waited a moment for him to get used to me being deep inside him, and then I rolled my hips higher and thrust into him fast and hard, again and again.
He screamed again, no doubt alerting the entire wing of the castle as to what I was doing to him.
Luckily there were few people about, though the guards were no doubt scandalized by this point.
I drove into him again and again, moving one hand to his flagging erection and stroking him relentlessly until his cock began to harden again, but getting fully erect again after two orgasms wasn’t in the cards.
He matched the thrust of my hand to that of his hips, though, and when I came myself a few minutes later, it was no less spectacular than his orgasm had been.
I felt it wash over me, filling me with pleasure and deep satisfaction.
When it finally stopped and I recovered a bit, I slipped reluctantly from his body and rolled away, shaking a little.
But first I leaned over and whispered against his hair.
“I love you, Braden. Never have I ever felt like this about anyone; never have I said those words to anyone else.”
He sighed then and murmured something soft and sleepy sounding, and I knew he was already dreaming. He hadn’t heard a word I said.