Warrior Fae Princess (Warrior Fae 2)

“Where’s the soap?” he asked, running his hands over the swell of her breasts and down her flat stomach.

She turned and bent to the canisters tucked into one of the corners of the stall. He ran his fingers down the middle of her sex. She sucked in a sharp breath and braced her hands against the stone, ready for him.

“Need to wash, love. I’m filthy.”

“Then use your mouth. I’m clean.”

He couldn’t fall to his knees fast enough. He licked up her center, digging his tongue into her core before reaching to give her attention where she needed it most. He backed up, then spun her around before pushing her back against the stone and throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Hmm,” she said, leaning her head against the wall

The warm water washed over his back as he sucked in her clit before swirling it around in his mouth. He reached for the canister, washing his hands before returning to her. He threaded a finger into her, then two, pumping in time with the swirling of his tongue.

She moaned and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Oh God, Devon,” she said in a breathy voice. “Harder.”

He changed speeds, from slow and reverent to rough and fast. He flicked his tongue quickly before sucking her in again, pulsing with his mouth and plunging with his fingers.

“Oh God, yes.” Her grip on his hair tightened. Her hips gyrated toward him. “Hmm, yes, Devon.”

He moved faster, working her to a fever pitch. She tensed, her hip gyrations getting smaller. More intense. His fingers pumping her to the goal line.

She cried out. Her hips jerked, and she shuddered, climaxing. He licked, tasting her, as she shuddered again, releasing her fingers from his hair.

“Do I have a second to wash now?” he asked with a grin, standing up and slowly running his hands up her legs and over her hips. He bent to run his tongue across her taut nipple before sucking it in.

“Hmm, sure. But just one second.”

He chuckled and grabbed the soap, working it over his body. But she pushed his hands away, taking over, sliding her palms over his chest, down his stomach, and over his shaft. He breathed out a sigh as pleasure coursed through him.

She ran her hands back up to his shoulders, then turned him, letting the water wash down his body before taking the same time on his back. When she’d finished, she handed the soap to him.

He applied it to her breasts and cupped them in both hands before letting his hands roam, refreshing his memory of all the secret places that made her moan in pleasure or flutter her eyes in bliss.

As the suds washed away, Charity sucked in his bottom lip and ran her leg up the outside of his thigh. She hooked it over his hip and leaned in, using her hand to guide his tip to her opening.

“I can’t decide if I want you to pound your love into me,” she murmured against his lips, “or if I want the tender side of the alpha you don’t show anyone else.”

His tip kissed her opening, and her hand fell away. Her leg tightened around him, and he pushed forward, entering her slowly, heightening the pleasure. He’d give her whatever she wanted, but until she decided, he wanted to revel in every inch of her. It had been an insanely close call—so close that he still had nightmares about losing her forever.

He pushed into her again and tightened his hold on her body.

“Hmm,” she said, clinging to him.

“I want to do this in a bed,” he whispered, turning off the water.

“I love you.” She grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her other leg around him. His cock plunged a little farther into her, the fit perfect, the feeling exquisite.

“I will always love you. I will do whatever is in my power to protect you. Always.”

She kissed him tenderly as he carried her out, grabbing a towel on the way. At the bed, he dried them both before pulling back the covers and lowering her onto the silky sheets.

She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling, her beauty amplified. “It tickles me that you take a second to get everything perfect before you fuck me.”

He slid between her legs, rubbing his tip along her wetness. He braced himself at her opening and met her soft, deep, open eyes. The love he saw there humbled him, as did the silent invitation to share souls as they did magic.

“I’m not fucking you right now, Charity. I’m making love to you.” He thrust his hips forward, groaning as she tightened around him, and sighed. “And I hate wet sheets.”

She smiled as he started moving within her, deep, hungry thrusts that made the world drop away. Pleasure slammed into him, tightening his body as he delved deeper. Her hips swung up, meeting each downward movement. Their bodies slapped together. Her kisses were languid, full of feeling.