I felt his magic pulsing through the room, wafting over my skin as I felt something filling me where his mouth was. I groaned as fullness filled me until I could take no more. I rocked my hips in his hands, pressing myself harder against his mouth as he rumbled with approval. The storm that was building was scary, the intensity was sizzling my insides, turning me inside out until my body shook from it.
When I exploded, it was anything but normal. One minute Ryder had been between my legs, and the next he was pinned to the bed beneath me. I’m not sure who was more shocked, him or me. When had he allowed the chains to loosen? How had I missed him doing so, and why the heck did I care? I felt my mind going empty as I watched him hungrily. My entire body still riding the wave of desire he had created.
“Let her out to play, Synthia, I can handle her.” He spoke low, but his voice was coming out in layers.
“You are mine.” Yeah, that slipped out of my mouth in the same multilayered voice. My eyes narrowed as the room was shut out, and my attention centered on Ryder and his movements, right down to his heart beating in his carotid artery. I could see everything, and yet focusing wasn’t happening for me.
I could smell his need, and knew what he wanted. I lowered my mouth, but didn’t touch him. In this state, I could smell his rich masculinity, addictive and erotic. I sniffed him and smiled. No freaking wonder he knew what I was feeling and what I needed.
I could smell him right down to the salty bead of pre-come on the tip of his cock. I whined softly, needing to know every inch of him, every curve of his body. I watched his eyes turn black until it swallowed the gold. “I’m going to enjoy this,” I repeated his words from earlier back to him.
“Take what you need, Pet.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
I laughed, enjoying the sound of my voice as it resonated off the walls and came back to me. I ran my fingers through his hair, testing the silk of it as I fisted my hands in the thick strands. I lowered my mouth and flicked his lips with my tongue. He groaned his response and, before I could blink, I was down, pinned against the bed.
“You are fucking-amazingly beautiful,” he whispered as his pants melted off and he parted my legs with his. He entered me slowly, his eyes locked with mine. I needed him to move fast, and hard. He didn’t though; instead, he was slow and gentle as he watched my face and the emotions splayed across them. “That’s it,” he said when I started moving with him slowly.
His hands lowered until he cradled my face, his mouth locked with mine, and together we moaned until the second orgasm ripped through us both. He smiled against my mouth as he continued to move inside of me, his cock already growing with need again.
“What’s your name?” he asked carefully between his mouth kissing and nipping my lips hungrily.
“I’m Syn, and you’re Ryder. You’re my fucking Fairy, and you’re wrong,” I purred throatily.
“How’s that?” he inquired, sinking further inside of me.
“You’re my fucking Fairy happy meal,” I smiled, and pulled at his soul. He watched me as I tried to pull it out, and into my own body. He only allowed me to take a sliver of it, but what he allowed was beautiful—it tasted pure.
“You think you are in control, Synthia?” He shook his head, and pulled at mine I felt it as he fed me more of his, as he took small pieces of mine. The beauty of his soul as it mingled against mine was overwhelming, and intoxicating. I was shocked he had allowed it, and pleased that he had let me in, let me see it. I released his, and felt as he pulled at mine with brutal force. I felt empty and cold—lifeless.
“What’s your name, Syn?”
Hot tears pushed at my eyes. I was almost completely empty and blank inside. He’d left me just enough so I knew what was happening, and that he was in control. He wanted to show me what I could do, and I understood it, but I didn’t like it. The panic of what had happened to my mother came rushing back. He felt it as well and quickly stopped.
He held my soul only a moment, and then he started feeding it back to me, but he fed it back to me slowly, erotically. I felt his soul as it searched mine, inside of me, until I was once again completely whole. He was showing me the difference, and the power he held right now. The power I would soon hold. He was showing me everything I feared about being Fae, and I was glad he’d showed me this when he didn’t have to.
“What is your name?” he asked gently, watching me.
“Syn,” I whispered, relieved but glad he had shown me what I could do if I pulled at someone else’s soul.
“Who do you want?” he asked quietly, his hard golden eyes reaching in to caress my soul, and reassure it.
“You.” I whispered the single word with absolute conviction. I smiled, and bit my bottom lip to hide the grin that was forming.