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Des’s lips twitch, like he finds my request both funny and endearing. “Name your price, cherub.”

Now it’s my turn to suppress a smile. There’s always a price with him, but these days, it’s not always an unpleasant one.

Rather than name my price, I let my dress do the talking, sliding it the rest of the way down my body.

The Bargainer sucks in a breath as he takes me in. All I have left on is a scant pair of panties, and judging by the way my mate is eyeing them, they’re not going to be on for long.

I feel the brush of Des’s magic as it leaves his body.

A moment later the vases of flowers perched around the room all upend themselves at once, and the water and flowers inside each slide out. But rather than fall to the floor, they begin to float in midair as though they were experiencing zero gravity. The effect is dazzling.

“Magical enough for you?” Des asks, his eyes on me.

“Just barely.”

He smiles. “You tart thing.” He kisses me again, and as he does so, my panties slide off my hips, another bit of Des’s magic at play.

He pulls away long enough to run his hand down my torso. “My brave mate, my fierce mate. No fairy has ever been prouder of his woman.”

His words move me. Being here, in the Kingdom of Flora, has made it abundantly clear that humans aren’t seen as equals. But if there’s one thing Des has always made sure of, it’s making me feel like I’m his match in all ways.

He smooths his hand over my skin until the tips of his fingers brush my core. In response, my skin lights up. We stare at each other, something about this intimate act made all the more vulnerable because we won’t look away.

I move my hips against his touch, forcing his fingers to slide in, then out, in then out. I was already wet when he undressed me, but now my inner thighs are slick.

The rest of his clothes peel away from him.

Did I mention I freaking love magic?

His cock presses between us, so hard that it’s straining.

I move against him, and he groans at the friction.

“Can’t resist you…” He lifts me then before easing me slowly back down. The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, and then it’s sliding in, filling me inch by inch.

He drinks in my expression as my back arches, my lips parting as he seats himself all the way to the hilt.

He takes my hands in his and presses them into the wall on either side of my head. The only thing holding me up is his body.

“Nothing has ever felt so good,” he says, “I’m sure of it.”

He slides out, the sound thick and wet, then slams in again. I gasp at the sensation, arching into him, my legs tightening around his waist.

“Faster,” I breathe against him.

But, stubborn fairy, he doesn’t move faster. He goes slow and deep, driving me frantic. His wings spread around me, enveloping us in a cocoon of his own making.

“What if I wanted you to be my queen?” he asks as he thrusts in and out of me, his eyes glinting in the near darkness he’s created beneath his wings.

“Mmm.” I close my eyes against him, enjoying the sensation.

He continues to slow, the pace becoming increasingly agonizing.

I shift against him, my eyes fluttering open. “Des,” I complain.

He stares at me, his eyes serious. “What would you say to that?”

To what?