Page 60 of Fey Divinity

“Dyfri? Are you alright?”

Damn it, he has caught me curling up. “Just a bit chilly.”

Without a word, he rolls over and presses his chest to my back. Curling his enormous body around me in a way that is surprisingly gentle. Selflessly lending me his fierce body heat.

It really is not helping my predicament at all.

Behind me, Jack goes very still. His lungs stutter to a stop. He has realised.

“Do you want a hand?” His voice is husky. Thick with lust.

He wants me. Jack desires me. My body calls to his as much as his calls to mine. The knowledge of that is sparking through me like a thousand fireflies.

I nod.

Hopefully he can feel the movement in the dark because I seem to have lost use of my tongue.

His breath tickles over my ear. “May I kiss your neck?”

My heart crashes against my ribcage. I nod again, all jerky and strange. No grace at all.

Soft, soft lips press against the delicate skin of my neck, just above the curl of my shoulder. A shiver runs through me. Jack kisses again, a slightly different spot. Less than an inch from his first kiss. I feel his kiss everywhere. The sensation courses like fire through me. Sensual, achingly tender. Impossibly gentle for such a big man.

His large, strong hand slips under the hem of my nightgown. His skin touches my calf, and it feels like magic. His touch glides up, leaving fire in its wake. He skims over me, a feather light touch, gliding all the way up to my hip.

My breath hitches.

His lips caress my neck. His hand dips down to my cock. I should hate the helpless little moan that escapes me. But I don’t.

My hips move, rocking into his fist. His lips seal onto the skin of my neck, and he sucks. Gently. While his hand carefully strokes my cock.

My body jerks as a peak crests through me. Powerful enough to leave me panting.

That was embarrassingly quick. Even adolescents last longer than that. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.

And to make matters worse, I’m still very hard, and Jack’s hand is still on my cock.

His body jolts as he realises. My body freezes. He is disgusted by my fey nature. I know enough about humans to know they spill once and then soften, and that it can take them a while to grow hard again.

Jack is going to be horrified to learn that fey can keep going indefinitely if they want to.

He’s brought me to a peak, so as soon as he moves his wonderful hand, I will be able to control myself. But right now, I’m finding that I don’t want to. I want to play with Jack some more. Even though I doubt he feels the same way.

“That’s so hot!” he breathes in a tone of awe.

What? That can’t be right? “You… you don’t mind?”

“Mind? Why would I mind? Oh no, my incredibly sexy husband has incredible stamina in bed, how terrible is my life?”

A startled laugh bursts out of me. It sounds disgustingly merry, and there is not a thing I can do about it.

Jack chuckles in return. This moment is absurd. Completely ridiculous. Laughing in bed. Is it a thing that humans do? It is extremely intimate. Overwhelmingly so.

Jack’s laughter grows quiet. The air around us thickens. Heats.

“Can I kiss you everywhere that is not your lips?” he whispers.

I nod again. What is this power that Jack has over me that steals my ability to speak?