“Patience,” he urged.
“Ryder…” I tried to put the need I felt in my tone, but it came out as a benediction.
He pushed inside, but only an inch, and then pulled back out as his eyes watched me. His eyes consumed me with their golden heat as he took in my need, and smiled knowingly in reply.
“This is easier than I thought it would be,” he whispered. “I can do slow and easy.”
“Mmm,” I replied and then gasped as he entered me again. I’d expected inches, instead I got it all. His hands held my legs apart, but then he released them both and leaned over my body until his mouth captured mine.
“I love this,” he whispered as he began to move his hips slowly. “Being buried inside of you, hearing the noises you make as I take you. Feeling your body as it welcomes me in and caresses my cock.”
He found a pace that mirrored my own, and I wrapped my hands lovingly around his neck as his mouth claimed mine. The world around us faded away. He kissed, caressed, and continued to slowly fuck me. It wasn’t until we both exploded in harmony that he smiled roguishly and sat back on his heels.
“Now that I managed to slowly make you come, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Thank God,” I whispered with a wicked smile as his eye grew round and large.
“You didn’t like that?” he asked confused.
“No, I loved it, but I love how you fuck me. Gentleness is nice, Fairy, but I like the leg shivering, hair pulling, sweaty bodied, earth shattering fucking that you always give me,” I said, cocky and taunting him with my core as I spread my legs for his eyes to take in my need.
I felt his magic wash over me as he cleaned us both and then watched as his eyes grew dark and an even darker smile took hold of his mouth. “Thank Gods,” he said finally. “Because I love making you scream, and I love making this sweet flesh sore…”
I grinned, but it was short lived as he pulled me up until I was on my knees in front of him, and then pushed down by my hair as he pushed his cock against my lips. “Be a good girl, and suck,” he growled.
I did as he commanded; taking what he pushed inside, and pulled it back out. His hands released my hair, and he pushed me backward, his hands pulling at my legs as he pushed them apart and then held them open.
“Ready?” he grinned.
“I’m always ready for you, Fairy,” I whispered and then screamed his name as he plunged inside until my body couldn’t take anymore of him. He used his Fae speed as he rocked and moved his hips until I exploded, and my ears rang from the sheer pleasure of his assault.
He continued to pound into me, and when I thought I’d come again, he stopped and pulled me up using only my hips as he moved me to my stomach and lifted my ass in the air. I moved my hips invitingly, only to scream out as his hand landed on one cheek punishingly and then moan as his hand massaged the area.
He did that a few times, and each time, I could feel my core growing ready for him. I turned my head, trying to steal a glance at him, but he growled.
“Face forward,” he demanded.
I did, and as I did, I felt him moving my legs, until I was spread fully for him. It was uncomfortable, and yet I could sense just how exposed I was. I felt his magic as it wafted over my flesh, kissing my cheek where his hand had punished the tissue, and I was unprepared for his entrance as he slid inside of me.
He pushed inside with one swift move, and I cried his name at the sheer volume of him buried deep inside of me. “Good girl,” he growled seductively as I continued to cry his name like a mantra. “Give me your hands,” he urged, and when I did, he pushed my own hands to my ass, and gave a command in a tone that brooked no argument. “Hold yourself apart, and don’t let go.”
I nodded, and then tensed as his thumb pressed against the second opening. “Let go for me, be my good girl, and stop tensing before I have to punish you.”
I gave myself a mental shake and cried out as he pushed inside, his thumb soaked and slick from the juices he’d pilfered from my soaked *. His thumb began to move the same moment his cock did, and I felt the heat growing, and unfurling in my belly as I began to shake with the oncoming orgasm.
He moved faster, his free hand pushed against my spine. My hands held me open and fully exposed for his pleasure. His body was sating my hunger, no longer the hunger to sustain life, but a hunger for this man who had mastered and seduced my soul.
“I can feel you growing wetter. I can feel your sweet * gripping my cock as it prepares for release. You want to come on my cock, don’t you, Pet?” he growled.