Escaping Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #3)

When I entered the area, I gasped.

Partially because I knew they had done it all without magic. Cherry blossom petals floated above the welcoming water. A few candles had been set on the smooth surfaces of the rocks. I shook my head with wonder, before turning to catch Ryder smiling.

“We won’t be disturbed here,” Ryder assured me.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” I said, taking in everything. We even had a small basket that held something that smelled divine. “So I guess you expect to get some for this?” I lifted my eyes in time to watch him remove his shirt.

My eyes drifted over the thick cords of muscle and the magnificently molded abs, to the brands that pulsed on his bronzed skin. His pants hung low on his hips, revealing the thin dark patch of hair that led below the waistline.

He continued, working the button and then the zipper of his pants easily, efficiently. I pulled my eyes away as he let them drop and stepped into the inviting water. I heard a splash, and turned to see if he had slipped, and found him standing waist deep in water. He whipped his hair back, which had been doused in water, sending tendrils of water over my skin.

I slowly walked to the water’s edge, and sat on one of the many rocks. I silently removed my cloak, boots, and the silk socks from my feet. When I had finished, I placed them in the water and sighed happily. “This is heaven,” I whispered as I lifted my face to the sky. The skies in Faery were beautiful.

It was late afternoon and the most beautiful sunset was already spreading across the skies. Faery had two suns and two moons, as if a mirror had been placed against them. Like everything in Faery, beautiful yet deadly and still perfectly balanced. The greens of this world were bright, as if everywhere had water running beneath it. I’d yet to see a place in Faery that wasn’t beautiful.

“What are you thinking of, Synthia?” Ryder asked, as he pushed through the water until he was between my legs.

“I was thinking of how beautiful this place is,” I replied, enjoying the heat that his touch brought to my skin. He smiled and shook his head.

“This spot was picked out by Ristan,” he said, as if he wished he had picked it out.

“I was talking about this world,” I whispered as he got closer.

“I’m glad you approve,” he said. “You are a little over dressed, though.” He smiled mischievously.

“Don’t even think about it!” I screeched, but it was too late. He pulled me easily from the rock and into his arms.

I was soaking wet, but in his arms still. He took us down, until only our heads were above the water’s lusciously warm depths.

“I thought about it,” he said as he smiled against my cheek.

“Now my skirt is wet, and everything else,” I complained with a smile, unable to stop it from spreading across my lips.

“That’s not the only thing that is going to be wet,” he growled as his mouth found mine, and kissed me deeply, until I threw away my inhibitions and wrapped my body around his. I felt his hands skimming my back, caressing my flesh as he ravished my mouth.

When he pulled away, I groaned from the loss of his heat. He helped me pull off my sweater and skirt and threw them with wet splats on the rocks, and then moved with me in his arms until I felt the smooth surface of the rock behind my back and his sleek muscles against my chest. He pushed one leg down, and then the other.

I watched in wonder as he slid slowly down my body, until his head was submerged in water. I felt his hands pulling against my undies, and sliding them from me. I tried to control my breathing, as he followed the path of my underwear. His hand slid down, with his fingers caressing my skin like silk until he lifted one foot, and then the other.

He didn’t come up for air, and right when I started to get worried, I felt his mouth press against my naked sex. Kissing and nipping at the swollen flesh, and then slowly moving up, kissing me until he popped out of the water. His eyes were now glowing like two hungry orbs of fire. My breath hitched in my lungs as I felt my body approve, and my brands as they moved in rhythm with his.

“Ryder,” I said, worried that something was wrong. I’d never felt my brands with so much life on my skin before. Well, there was the one time when I was wrapped in his wings during my presentation, but I thought that was him doing it.

“It’s Faery, Synthia. She’s giving us permission. She approves of our union,” he whispered as he pulled me against himself, and cupped my ass from where it no longer was hidden beneath the silk panties.

“That’s good,” I replied.

That’s good!?

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