Page 17 of A Dance with the Fae (Mistress of Magic #1)

‘Oh god, oh god…’ Faye began moaning, having no control over her voice now.

She closed her eyes and, just for a moment, had the sense again that they were not alone on the beach, that she could feel eyes on her dishevelled clothes, on her naked breasts.

As Rav moved his mouth towards her stomach and continued stroking her softly, she closed her eyes and spread her arms out on the scarf, her palms on the sand.

Shapes and shadows formed and dissolved on her eyelids as if figures stood by, watching her pleasure build, but she felt no shame or embarrassment.

Indeed, as Rav quickened his stroking and pleasure filled her even more, she spread her legs wide.

Just the act of doing that aroused her further: she wanted to be seen.

She felt the gazes of the shadows feeding her. Their desires building hers.

Come and watch me, come and feel this, witness my pleasure.

Worship me, adore me , she thought, the words coming from nowhere.

She felt his finger enter her, moving slowly in and out of her, and then, as she was so wet, he pushed two fingers into her.

She gasped at the sensation of them stretching her in just the right way: he twisted his two fingers into her slowly, and then pulled them out again in a gentle corkscrew motion. He moaned with lust.

‘Fuck, Faye. I want you so bad,’ he murmured. She reached for his crotch and felt how hard he was; how big he was.

‘Please,’ she gasped, touching him, knowing that he knew exactly what she wanted. But he shook his head. ‘No. I want to taste you first,’ he murmured.

His hot tongue met her clit, and she moaned louder as the warmth of his mouth covered her.

She grabbed his head and pushed it into her, opening her eyes wide and staring blindly up at the evening sky.

Her pleasure grew as he licked her gently, listening for her cries and whispered instructions for where it felt the best – up, up, there, more, don’t stop – until he hit the perfect spot with a growing intensity of soft pressure, his tongue caressing her over and over again, and Faye felt as though she was going to pass out, so deep was she engulfed in ecstasy.

She felt the crest of her pleasure starting to rise, but she wanted him inside her. She needed it so desperately. To come, held down by his body, filled with his hard, throbbing cock, in a moment of pure, primal lust.

‘Please, Rav. Please,’ she begged. ‘I want you…inside me.’

‘As my enchantress commands.’ Rav looked up at her and sat back on his heels, pulled down his jeans and, without hesitating, plunged his long, thick cock deep inside her in one motion.

She cried out, loudly, in surprise and pleasure.

She was so wet that he entered her completely, stretching her pleasurably with the girth of him: he was significantly bigger than any man she had been with before.

She could feel the head of his cock deep inside her, far inside, in a place she couldn’t remember feeling pleasure before.

She moaned with the intensity of just feeling him inside her. He bent his head down and kissed her.

‘Is that what you wanted?’ he murmured. ‘Is that what you were dying for? A real man’s cock inside you?’ He started to move, then, gently pushing into her and then drawing it out. ‘Fuck. You’re so wet. And tight.’ His fingers gripped the wet sand on either side of her head, and he growled again.

Having him inside her, hard, thick, filling her, was almost more than she could take.

All the built-up frustration of the past weeks had reached fever pitch in her body, and she so desperately needed the release.

As if knowing how close she was, Rav reached down between her legs and stroked her clit with his finger as he pushed deep inside her.

‘There. Do you like feeling me filling you? Is that what you want?’ he moaned. ‘Oh, god. You feel so good, Faye.’

‘Yes. I want it. All of it. More. Harder,’ she moaned, clenching her muscles tight around him, feeling his rhythm build, touching the innermost parts of her and suffusing her with a deep, resonant ecstasy that she was powerless to resist. Her body met his rhythm instinctively and she started to feel the wave of ecstasy overcome her, like a hardness and a softness at once.

She cried out at the surging plateau of intense pleasure that made her gasp, cry out, kick and convulse as it took her over.

Her whole body was alight, from the soles of her feet to her heart and her head.

White-hot pleasure filled her lungs, her throat, her blood.

She’d had orgasms before, but this, with the strangely rose-scented air on the beach, the salt of the sand and the evening sun on her skin, was different.

She cried out, a wordless, animal cry halfway between a moan and a scream.

As she rode the orgasm, she felt Rav stiffen, and heard him grunt and growl. His hips thrust into her, burying his cock deeply inside her and he made a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and pain.

‘Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming. Oh, fuck…Faye, Faye…’ he growled lustily, and his whole body shuddered.

Panting, he rested his head on her breasts for a moment, and they lay together, entwined.

‘That was…Fuck. I don’t know what that was.’ He sounded bewildered for a moment, then chuckled. ‘That was amazing. Wow. What have you done to me?’

Faye had been so focused on their lovemaking that she had temporarily forgotten the strange notion she’d had that she and Rav were being watched, but now she came back to earth a little and realised that they were lying on Black Sands Beach in full view of anyone who might be out for an evening stroll.

He propped himself up on an elbow and reached for her coat and jeans next to them, and draped her coat over her.

‘Here, don’t get cold.’

‘Sorry, I…I don’t know what happened, either. It was like…being possessed.’ She sat up, feeling herself come back to earth, and reached for her jeans.

‘You’ve got nothing to apologise for, except being unbearably sexy, Miss Morgan.

’ Rav kissed her forehead, nose and lips and hugged her in closer.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever ravaged anyone on a beach before.

It’s not even dark . That was just…’ He blew out his cheeks and whistled.

‘Yeah. That was insanely hot. You…I just felt like we were the only two people in the world. Like I was under a spell.’

Under a spell . Was it a coincidence that she and Rav had just made love under the rising moon, on the beach where Faye and Annie had found the love spell in Grandmother’s grimoire in the first place? Was it at all surprising that the spell had brought Rav to Faye?

I don’t think it was , she thought.

She pulled on her jeans and put her coat back on, shaking the worst of the sand out of the old scarf and stuffing it back in her pocket.

Faye watched the sea as Rav took her hand.

She felt odd, suddenly, as if they had wandered into another time and place here, with the way that she had reacted to him, with the smell of roses in the air.

The whole thing had been otherworldly; she had seen, or thought she had seen, faeries in the water.

While the sense of being watched had aroused her earlier, now, she felt vulnerable.

What if, when Rav had been touching her, they really had been watching?

She had seen the faerie folk in his house, and felt the cold they had cast about the place; she knew from the old stories that they were not always pleasant or kind.

She looked around, peering into the dark, but she couldn’t sense any other presences now.

Yet, she felt a sudden disinclination to go back into Rav’s house and be among those energies again.

In her ecstasy, she hadn’t cared if they watched her pleasure.

In a more sober state, she really didn’t want that at all.

‘Actually, thanks but I’m going to go home.’ She turned abruptly, pulling her hand away from his. ‘I’ve got some things I need to do at the shop. Just remembered.’

‘What?’ He turned in surprise. ‘But…we just…I mean…’ He looked dumbfounded.

‘I have to go. I’ll see you,’ she said, feeling stupid but not knowing how to explain.

The beach was different now, but she couldn’t describe how; this had been her place of worship for so long, and she was sensitive to its energies.

She had often drawn on the elemental power of the beach in working magic, but whatever she had felt just now was different.

Sex had brought a different energy, maybe that was all it was.

But that feeling of being watched – and of her own wicked, sexual response – had unsettled her.

‘I need to go home,’ she repeated.

‘Okay.’ Rav cleared his throat, as if there was a lot he wanted to say but was choosing not to. ‘Will I see you again soon?’

‘Oh. Yes…’ She felt awful then, but it was too late. The energy had changed between them now. ‘I’m sorry, I…’

‘No, it’s all right…’ He smiled carefully at her, and gave her a little wave. ‘See you around.’

No, no! Not see you around! she berated herself, and watched him take the path up the beach to his house.

Faye turned her back on the sea and started for home, pulling her coat tight against a wind that had whipped up suddenly.

And as she stepped carefully around the rocks where the grass met the sand – where, she often thought, the real world met this in-between place of power – she heard strange voices calling her name.

Faye, Faye . The wind seemed to carry an echo of someone calling her.

Faye Morgan . But when she looked over at Rav’s house, there was no one there.