She rocked and pumped against him with wild abandon. She didn’t think of tomorrow; she didn’t think of anything except the sensations he aroused in her at that moment. As far as she was concerned, tomorrow didn’t exist.
He moved deftly inside her, and she grabbed his arms as she exploded once more, groaning and calling his name. She heard and felt him as he moaned and shot his seed into her before they sank together onto the mattress. She closed her eyes.
He grinned and said, “Open your eyes, love.”
She did. She looked deep into those gold eyes of his and said, “Yes …?”
“Tell me,” he said, his face drawn in a frown. “You haven’t told me.”
“Tell you what?” she teased. She knew what he wanted to hear. It was written all over his beautiful Fae face, and it thrilled her. Something deep inside her heart, now repositioned, altered, and capable of perhaps even more than she had dreamed possible, pulsated
with the enormity of what she felt. Her throat constricted, and for a moment she couldn’t speak.
“Tell me … tell me how you feel,” he repeated, sounding desperate. “I need to hear—know how you feel.”
She took his hands and kissed the fingertips, marveling at them. So large and yet so capable of gentle manipulation. “I love you, Trevor, Seelie Prince of Lugh. I love you beyond the here and now.”
He grinned, suddenly looking like that boy she loved so much about him, and he said right out loud as though he wanted the universe as witness, “I pledge myself to thee, Jazmine Decker—do you pledge yourself to me?”
“Damn, but I do,” she said.
He laughed, and it was a joyous sound. Forgotten was the world outside. Forgotten was their mission, the Dark Princes, the threat ever-present. All she could do, all she wanted to do, was hold on tight.
“I didn’t know it at first, but everything that made you human moved me to love you beyond hope. I love the human in you still, for you have not lost it—through all that you have just gone through, you have not lost who you are, and, Jazmine Decker, I love who you are.”
She didn’t think she could be happier and told him, “There you go, who would have thunk it, here is Prince of Lugh—a human-lover.” She laughed and held onto him, resting her cheek against his hard chest. “I will never let go of the human in me, so it’s a good thing you love her, too. It is part of who I am … and I guess who I will be.”
“Jazmine Decker?” he said in an odd, husky tone.
“Yes, Prince Trevor?” she returned on a tease.
“It is time now for you to get on your hands and knees, turn your butt to me, and let me in …”
And she most willingly did just that.
Her body belonged to him, to his touch, to the exquisite and savage pleasure he instilled in and drew from her. She jumped into position for him, pushed back against his thrusts, felt his hands on her rump, and whimpered with the hedonistic feelings that filled her.
He was everything to her. He made her world level and steady and yet wildly lustful. And for now, her world was made up of only the two of them …
She had said she loved him. Loved? The word was inadequate to what she felt. Not enough of a word for such an enormous meaning. Love did not come close to describing what she felt.
He was big and strong, handsome and powerful, and yet gentle and kind and good and, “Oh, oh, oh,” she breathed as he brought her to a climax.
He exploded inside her in that moment and shouted out, “Jazmine Decker, how I love thee!”
As she sank into his arms she knew she loved everything that made him who he was, even the Old World way he spoke now and then, and as they made love, his words melted and melded her to him.
He covered her face in kisses as he held onto her and pulled the covers around them both. Oh, and his kisses of vanilla honey were beyond description, as was his touch, she thought as she settled into a spoon position and snuggled back against him.
His lovemaking had sent her on a journey into herself, and she knew everything about what they were together was right.
“So, my Fae he-man, is this one of those times when you sleep?”
He laughed. “Sleep? Now?” He nipped at her shoulder with his teeth, and the action sent a thrill through her nerve endings. “My Fios, you don’t really think that is all I am going to give you, do you?”
“Oh, is there more—is this what you meant by spending a couple of days in training?” She laughed.
“Part of it, my sweet Fios.” He dropped a kiss on her back, and then on her butt. “And, yes, there shall be more of this, and more, and more, my love, an eternity of more …”