Page 95 of The Keeper of the Kingdoms

My hands slid around her arse to grip her hip so I could guide her down.

She met my gaze, allowing me to guide her onto my cock.

THIRTY-EIGHT

KIERA

He dug his teeth into his lip, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes while his thumbs stroked little circles over my hip bones. His war with control flashed in his golden eyes. He didn’t give it up easily, I could tell. It meant something. He exerted a hint of force with his thumbs, coaxing me down onto his cock and I gave into it, taking him inside.

I gasped, his size unlike any cock I’d ever had. I’d never felt so full or connected to another fae. I tipped my head back, reveling in our connection. If this was what it was like to sleep with my flyer, I don’t know how any bonded pair ever slept with anyone else. Or even wanted to.

I opened my eyes to find him staring with a smile curling at just the corners of his mouth. “What?” I asked

“I could look at you forever,” he said breathily.

I smiled in spite of myself, warmth filling my stomach. “Sweet talker.”

“Can’t be sweet talk if it’s the truth, Firefly.” He rocked his hips, driving his tip into my core.

I shuddered in pleasure, and his grin stretched. “You know what you’re doing.”

Two could play at that game. I pressed my hands into his chest, circling my arse, keeping him buried. He drew in a sharp breath, sliding his hands up my sides to cup my breasts.

“Are you fighting back?” He arched, lifting his hips off the bed to drive every last inch into my cunt.

I clenched around him, feeling overexposed and raw but simultaneously grounded and connected. “Would you expect anything less?”

“I’d complain about you being so good at it, but since I entirely benefit…” His smile was intoxicating.

I leaned forward, capturing his mouth.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, keeping me there.

All the strings connecting us came alive. I couldn’t recall a time where my magic ever felt this good. I tried to pull back, to break out of some of the intensity, but he wouldn’t release me.

“There is no escape.” He flipped me under him before I realized what was happening, driving deeper.

I gasped.

He took me slowly, savoring every thrust and what it did to our bond. Each one brought us closer and closer until our souls combined. Our magic was alive between us, and it was beautiful.

I’d never felt so complete and we hadn’t even reached the peak together.

His lips met mine as he withdrew only to thrust deep again, his tongue laving against my own. We moved together, climbing higher, grinding faster, our desperate gasps and moans filling the room.

I met his thrusts, my clit rubbing against his base. The pleasure was almost blinding, and he swelled inside me, stretching me until pleasure was all I knew.

“Firefly,” he moaned. The sound of him was so untethered, so raw. It was my undoing.

I came with his name on my lips.

My body clenched around him and he made an animal sound, his cock bucking inside me.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his climax claiming him.

I gasped at the sensation of him filling me.

He collapsed onto me, shuddering his release and fighting for breath. Then he cursed, pulling his face back to look at me.