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Her body exploded in a mind-boggling series of orgasms that Roan stoked. Each time the quivering in her flesh ebbed, he intensified the rubbing of his hand against her folds, triggering renewed pleasure.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she groaned, “Please, enough. I can’t take it.”

He kissed the tip of her nose again. “Yes, you can.”

With bright spots flickering behind her eyelids, she thrashed her head and arched her back off the mattress. “ Please... ”

Consciousness threatened to slip away, and she didn’t fight to hold it.

She’d never thought one could pass out exhausted from too many orgasms. As Kate sank into oblivion, Roan rolled her onto her side, freeing her from the magical and physical restraints and pulling the covers over her sated body.

Her last thought as she drifted to sleep was how wonderful it was to be in the shelter of his arms, deep in the labyrinth where no one would find them.

***

With a glance ahead, Kate recognized the waterfall over pale stone to her right.

That way would take her to the outskirts of the labyrinth.

She exulted at the discovery and lunged left at the fork in the path.

When she’d woken that morning, she’d discovered that Roan had left her another note, challenging her to find the way out or else.

She had grinned at the “or else,” knowing it would end up in sweaty, naughty sex that would leave her limp and sated.

But she adored this game with him, the running, the chasing, the hiding, the seeking.

It was fun , and she loved having fun with her husband.

She paused at the edge of the waterfall and cupped her hands beneath the spray, filing her palms with clear, cool water.

Then she lifted her hands to her lips and drank deeply.

The water in this place always satisfied her thirst in the most magical way.

Then she continued on, going in the direct opposite way that she could sense where Roan was.

Because he would wait in the center of his labyrinth, like a sexy spider tugging on his web, waiting to see what silly, fuckable little fly got caught, like her.

Chuckling at the mental image of her lying naked on a vast web as Roan came toward her, she took another turn around a towering cluster of trees and followed a new path.

“Damn!” she growled as she turned a corner and was met with the sight of a bed beneath the swaying canopy of a willow tree.

“Glad to see you too, little one,” Roan chuckled, fists digging into his hips as he stepped out from the willow’s draping branches.

Sneaking a peek over her shoulder, she calculated her chances of escaping before scowling at him.

“You wouldn’t make it five feet,” he warned with his uncanny ability to read her like a book. “You found me, and now I get to take what I want from you.”

She arched an eyebrow, pretending her knees didn’t turn to jelly at the way his voice wrapped around her like a silk shawl. Smooth, soft, and sexy as hell.

“You’re tricking me, I just can’t figure out how,” she replied.

“Such a feisty little thing you are. I can’t wait to have you begging for my cock.

” His grin matched the increasing heat in his gaze.

He tilted his head as he lifted the draping willow branches out of the way to let her see a better view of this new bed.

When she stopped a couple of feet away from him, Roan closed the distance, cupped her shoulders, and whispered, “Let’s see how much you can take this time. ”

Kate defied him with a pointed stare.

He squared his shoulders, eyes gleaming now with suppressed mirth. “I’m not tricking you .” He stepped into her personal space. “It’s designed that way. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair.”

She stepped back as he strolled toward her.

Then, they moved around in a wide circle, opponents sizing each other up.

She braced herself for an attack, knowing he would never hurt her.

It was part of their game. Still, her shrieks reverberated through the maze when he wrapped his hands around her waist, hoisted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

Kate kicked.

Roan fastened an arm around her legs.

She punched his back, screaming, “Let me down.”

He tossed her on the bed. “There. You’re down.” He laughed, his eyes holding hers as they glowed like bright sapphires. “Stay down,” he barked when she scrambled up the bed on her elbows and heels.

“I’ll never go down without a fight,” Kate retorted with a grin of her own.

She heaved with her back against the massive headboard of the bed. The acorns, branches, and leaves carved on the oak panel bruised her skin under the light loose top of her tunic.

His lips curved in a humorless grin. “Suit yourself.”

She gasped when his fingers cupped behind her knees, pulling her down onto her back on the mattress until her head sank into the feather-filled pillows.

Her eyes rounded at the sight of his erection tenting his pants.

Desire spiked her pulse, but she shoved the X-rated images to the side as she debated how best to resist him until it was too much to resist. She turned her face to the side and lightly bit his forearm where it was braced next to her head on the pillows.

“My adorable little pet likes to nip, does she?” he grunted as he sat back, pulling himself out of nipping range, but it gave him the opportunity to remove her boots, tossing them off the bed, and soon her trousers joined them on the ground.

Suddenly, he slammed his body against hers, thrusting one thigh between hers and raising her arms above her head. He held her wrists with one hand while the other pinched her chin, jutting her head up until their eyes met.

Out of breath, he whispered, “I claim you, little one, as my love... my very life... my darling wife.”

Oh God, he melted her to pieces when he called her wife . She’d never imagined she’d be okay getting married young, but with Roan, she’d needed no time to think. She knew she was his and he was hers. It was the easiest decision she’d ever made.

Roan’s mouth claimed hers, while his fingers kept their steely hold on her face. He rubbed his cock against her belly as his tongue invaded her mouth. It wasn’t a rough kiss. But it wasn’t a sweet one either.

To Kate, it was like a branding. Roan assaulted her senses with his scent, his taste, his power. Her body betrayed her mind as it molded her curves to his hard planes. Her head screamed for her to resist while her flesh quivered under his touch.

He flipped her to lie on her belly. One arm across her back pressed her down, and she turned her head to the right to be able to breathe.

His other hand hooked around her panties, pulling them down around her knees. She heard him fumble with his pants seconds before the head of his cock nudged her ass.

“God,” she groaned, because despite his rough treatment, her sex quivered.

His fingers penetrated her from behind, stretching and probing. His teeth grazed her shoulders. “You’re fucking drenched, darling.”

She lost his heat when he knelt between her legs.

Swatting her ass, he ordered, “On all fours.” When she hesitated, another smack landed on her butt. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Kate assumed the position, while her thighs trembled as the sting of his slaps connected to her clit, sending shocks through her muscles.

“My little pet likes it rough—I can smell your excitement.”

With two more blows, one on each cheek, he sent her libido into overdrive. And her good sense into outer space.

“Such a brave Fae king, taking on a woman half your size,” she taunted, mock glaring at him over her shoulder.

Their gazes dueled. His, simmering. Hers, defiant.

His fingers dug into her cheeks as he whispered, “Remember, you’ve asked for it.”

He kissed her hard, but briefly.

Reaching between them, he rubbed the head of his cock along her sex, coating himself, poising his shaft at her entrance. He gripped her right hip and left shoulder, anchoring himself as his erection parted her folds.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, thrusting deeper.

She fisted the covers as he didn’t give her body time to adjust to his girth. His shaft pressed on, as Roan plunged to the hilt.

In one swift movement, he pulled all the way out of her. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to cave.”

He hammered his cock in and out of her without mercy.

The friction turned her initial discomfort at the sudden, hard invasion into shocking pleasure.

Her torso collapsed on the bed, and she buried her face in the pillow, biting the soft cloth of the pillowcase to avoid wailing his name as ecstasy gripped her chest in an iron fist.

“Fuck, Kate. You’re killing me.” He covered her back with his chest, grazing her ear with his lips as her sex clamped around his cock.

Lacing an arm around her waist, he surged upward, bringing her with him. The new position allowed his shaft access to different sweet spots. She hooked one arm around his neck, seeking support on his chest and moaning.

She caved. “Roan, please.”

His fingers tweaked her clitoris, and her body shattered under the weight of a tsunami of pleasure. Hot jets filled her as he came too. She found his lips and kissed him with abandon, trying to show him the feelings she didn’t know how to translate into words.

Roan groaned, withdrew from her tight sex, and turned her around in his arms. Burying his fingers in her hair, he held her captive for a kiss that held enough heat and life that she felt the flowers around them growing taller, their blooms brighter.

It was one of a thousand things she loved about making love with him.

Together…they made entire gardens within the labyrinth.