Page 41 of Temptation Unleashed (Talaenian Fae #3)

She was on her back again, the sexual beast clawing through the remaining barriers Thaddeus had erected.

He pinned her by the wrists with one hand over her head, settling beside her on bed as he caressed the backs of his knuckles between her breasts, lower, along her belly.

He turned his hand over and slipped it beneath the waistband of her shorts, the top of her panties, and paused as she held her breath, her body tense, on the brink of anticipation.

A feral smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “So right you are.”

He pressed his hand lower, through the small thatch of curls wet with her arousal. His smile faltered, melting into something bordering on animalistic.

“Goddess, you smell like the sweetest honey.”

He licked his lower lip, dipping his head to her neck as his fingers slid through her wet seam.

Rori whimpered, the shock of pleasure swelling so fast she could barely register it.

His fingers stroked her with precision, spreading her, teasing her clit, working her up until she swore she’d scream, only to have his tormenting touch abandon her on a peak and trace her entrance.

“I’m finding such pleasure making you squirm, Rori.”

His lips teased her ear, his fingers playing around her entrance as her clit throbbed with the need to be touched. She tried to angle her hips, but he tsked once.

“Easy. I’ll give you release, many times over.” The tip of his nose stroked over her cheek. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but when she followed his soft-spoken command, she found herself staring up at the vision of an angel. A sinful, forbidden angel who delivered her to the brink of madness.

“Do tell, storín . All of this slick pleasure. ’Tis for me?”

Rori bit her lip with a moan and nodded.

Thaddeus’s dark smile grew. “I wish to hear you speak of such. I wish to hear your arousal in your voice.”

Oh, God.

“Yes.”

“Aye?” He pressed the very tip of a single fingers against her opening, her knees falling open. “Aye what, sweet?”

“Yes, it’s because of you. It’s for you.”

“Ahh.” Thaddeus lowered his head, his lips grazing across hers as she writhed against his torturous touch.

“Goddess, your heart is racing. Such a melody to my ears, like the scent of your nectar is an elixir I can taste in the air. I’m a selfish man, Rori.

Selfish and shameless when I say I’ll squeeze every drop of pleasure from you, and then some. I want it all .”

“You’ll have it all, and so will I. ”

Thaddeus’s smile faded, the predator emerging. “Aye, you will.”

At once, his mouth claimed one of her nipples and his fingers dipped knuckle-deep inside her body.

She cried out, bowing off the bed, tugging against his grip, trying to ride his slow-thrusting fingers.

He plucked her at the seams. Heat swelled and bubbled, tension coiling low in her belly.

Each suckle and tug of her nipple struck nerves that shot down to her core, to a burning sensation growing and growing, his fingers pumping, twisting.

Pressure, delightful pressure, mounted. His mouth licked down her belly, his tongue circled her belly button.

The fucking man’s mouth was sin incarnate, temptation unleashed, everything a woman dreamed of, and it was hers .

The cords snapped. She split, shattered into a million pieces. Everything pulsed, her orgasm blinding behind white light and the brilliant gold bond. She tried to move away from the intense pressure, escape the mind-breaking euphoria.

Somewhere in the haze, the pressure began to subside on a series of deft throbs. His fingers slipped from her body. The shackle around her wrists fell away. She sank her fingers into Thaddeus’s hair. Fisting. Scraping his scalp.

She lifted her head from the mattress and peeled open her eyes as he tugged her shorts and panties off, spread her legs wide, and drank from her core.

“Damn it, Thaddeus!”

Sharp tremors shook her legs. His tongue swept through her, savoring every drop of moisture. The hunger in his eyes when he lifted his gaze up to hers was soul-shattering. Her heart sputtered and her lungs seized.

He latched onto her clit and swirled his tongue across the swollen nub.

Rori dropped her head back and rode the sharp, merciless waves of another fierce orgasm as it hit with no warning.

White hot fire spread on an ecstasy-infused accelerant from her core, pouring into every crevice from head to toe.

The unrelenting pressure against her clit, the endless play of his tongue and lips, ripped her open and shattered her world.

He shot her to the heavens, her body a weightless throbbing essence of light and ecstasy, a spray of stars against her eyelids.

Within the thick, foggy aftermath, she swore his mouth kissed her thighs, the crease of her hips. She did feel the nip of his teeth at her waist as the mattress sank between her legs.

Thaddeus took her chin in a gentle grip, tipping her head up. The fog spread into her vision, and it took a few seconds for him to come into focus.

“Breathtaking, mo storín . I’ve no words to describe how beautiful you look painted with pleasure.

Pleasure I give you.” The beast in his eyes had changed.

If she weren’t floating within this post-euphoric haze, she’d probably have questioned herself more, but she swore he gazed down at her in wonder.

And something much deeper.

“I want you, Thaddeus.” She slipped her hands along his sides, coming to rest on his bare hips. She didn’t care how he had relinquished his pants, didn’t doubt for a minute a poof of magic did the trick. They were gone, leaving no barrier between them. “Now.”

Thaddeus wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her off the mattress. He held her steady as she settled on her knees, straddling his lap. Her attention dropped from his face to his thick erection glistening with moisture across a wide crown.

This damn Faery man was massive in every aspect of his being .

“Rori.” His hand combed into her hair, lifting her face back to his. A ghost of a crease marred the area between his brows, concern pushing its way into his eyes. She hated it. Not when she did want him, need him. “I won’t hurt you, but if you?—”

“Stop.”

She caught the back of his head and pulled him down for a voracious kiss, soaking in the flavor of her arousal and his natural spice on his tongue, and slowly sat herself on his cock.

The guttural sound that resounded from deep in his chest played over the fibers in the fabric of her soul.

Each and every cord hummed, vibrated, reacted to him to a visceral degree.

The bright golden light that reached out from her chest, an ethereal connection that pulsed in time with her heart, tethered somewhere within him, a completed circuit.

And he was right.

The sheer sensation of fullness stoked a deeper delight, but she felt no pain as he stretched her in places never touched, never tested.

She took him in, to the hilt, succumbing to the possession of his kiss as he laid her back, the lazy thrusts as he filled her over and over.

The steadily burning heat that never fully extinguished stirred into a new flame, new fire.

The cool cape of his hair tickled and teased her hypersensitive skin while his hand explored the curve of her ass, hitching her leg higher on his waist.

He shifted, and when he thrust this time, he played every string to her deepest pleasure in one fell swoop. A shudder consumed her. He swallowed the tiny mewls that filtered from her throat.

Then, he performed that same sinful stroke again, and she threw her head back with a gasp, a moan. Her arms clung to his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair, as she met each thrust of his hips with a roll of her own.

“ Thaddeus .”

That erotic gravelly groan filled her ears, his cock her body, over and over. He responded to the press of her heels at his back, the desperation in her undulating hips. His mouth devoured her neck, merciless with his kisses and nips.

“Goddess, so bloody perfect,” he murmured below her ear.

He found her mouth and crushed her in a kiss that unleashed every ounce of restraint.

She fought for grounding as he took to her body as he took to her mouth, pistoning his hips, feeding the friction between her legs, stroking that secret point within her core.

The universe exploded from every direction as he launched her beyond the clouds and straight into the realm of the highest heavens. The fierce throb of each virile contraction. Each crashing wave of delight. She flew so high she never wanted to come back down.

Until the echoing roar from Thaddeus reverberated through her rapture, entwined with the euphoria of her climax, and the bone-melting heat that poured into her sent her soaring higher.

“ Storín , mo storín ,” he murmured against her ear. His essence surrounded her, cradling her vulnerable mind, protecting her in the moments of bliss while her body shook, her muscles turned flaccid, and a satiated moan fled her lips.

Thaddeus lowered himself to the bed beside her, gathering her limp body into his arms, his chest. She listened to the fervent beat of his heart against her ear, absorbed the rise and fall of his chest with his labored breaths.

Enjoyed these tender moments as he smoothed her hair and lazily stroked her back.

Content .

She couldn’t recall the last time a man made her feel like this. Content. Happy. Spoiled.

“I wish I could hold onto the heavens you sent me to,” she whispered, her voice still unsteady, thick with lust. “It was bliss.”

Thaddeus lifted his arm and did some fancy finger work, ribbons of blues and blacks, silvers and golds rising to the ceiling.

Rori watched in silent awe as he created a multi-dimensional projection of a stunning night sky, thousands of stars twinkling through cloudy streaks of navy, indigo, and black.

She reached out toward a star that appeared to be within arm’s reach, only to have it lift from her outstretched fingers.

“You’ll know naught less than those heavens. ’Twill be our sacred place. A place you’ll find with me. Alas, as you rest, I gift you a different version of the heavens, but no less beautiful. An essence of tranquility.”

Tranquil it was.

As she settled deeper into Thaddeus’s chest, her eyes grew heavy, her mind satiated but tired. She traced the two scars over his left pec, the source of that cursed rebound spell. She’d discuss it further with Cael, but for now, she wanted to enjoy these precious moments.

For in Thaddeus’s arms alone, beneath his care at her most vulnerable, her soul knew she was safe.