“Then kneel.” He put a hand on her shoulder but didn’t force her down. She understood, then, that this was her choice. He wouldn’t force her.
She knelt into the soft white carpet that covered part of the room.
He opened the front of his trousers and freed his erection. Her heart skipped a few beats at the sight of his thick cock throbbing. The mushroom-shaped head glistened with his pleasure, and thick veins pulsed farther down. She knew what he wanted her to do, but she’d never done this before. Still, she wanted to try. She leaned close to him in silent encouragement for him to show her what to do next.
He traced her lips with the head. The softness of his skin surprised her.
As she took him into her mouth, he fisted her hair, making it impossible for her to move her head.
Unsure what to do, she glanced up at him.
He smiled down at her. “Lick and suck it. I shall do the rest.”
She flattened her tongue as he fucked her mouth with slow thrusts in and slower withdrawals out. With each pass, he grunted and pulled her hair tighter. She whimpered as her sex pulsed in sync with his shaft.
Kate hollowed her cheeks, sucking him until he released. She swallowed, tasting him, and his eyes filled with pleasure, giving silent praise as he gazed down at her.
He smoothed her hair with gentle fingers before he slid out of her mouth. “Your mouth feels better than I could ever have dreamed, little one.”
“Are we...?”
“Done?” He laughed. “Not yet, my darling Kate. Not yet.” He raised her to her feet and scooped her once more into his arms, setting her down on the bed as he stripped his trousers off. He then climbed onto the bed, moving toward her. She lay back, already worn out, hoping he would do whatever he wished now, and she would lie there and enjoy it, even if it killed her with pleasure.
Roan now loomed above her, his body covering hers, his wings shimmering in the muted glow of the wall sconces. He kissed her lips, her closed eyelids, the shell of her ear, and her throat in soft, hot kisses. Her body warmed as though she lay beneath a summer sun. Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, until she fisted a hand in his hair. She moaned softly as his lips teased one taut nipple.
He explored her body as though they’d never been together before, and Kate basked in the heated glow that Roan’s mouth and hands created. He nibbled on the sensitive parts of her hips and then rolled her onto her stomach so he could explore her back, her shoulders, and the dimples above her bottom. Wherever he kissed, it sent sharp jolts of arousal through her.
He lifted her hips, placing a pillow beneath her, and raised her bottom in the air. She moaned as he stroked her wet folds. His knees nudged hers apart as he knelt behind her and entered her, slow, gentle, but deep. His cock seared her channel with heat as he stretched and filled her. He felt even bigger from this angle, and she writhed beneath him, her fingers digging into the lavish bedding as he continued to have his way with her.
“You’llalwaysbe mine, Kate.” Roan’s voice was soft but carried a hint of a growl that she was coming to love. He gripped her hips, driving into her and out again, building his thrusts to a furious rhythm.
She could barely think past the exquisite pleasure of him taking her. This dark dance between the sheets held them both prisoners of their desire. He seemed to go for hours, torturing her with near climaxes over and over as he drove her to the edge and then slowed before starting over again. When she could not take it anymore, Kate’s voice grew hoarse with begging for her release.
Roan at last moved to bend over her, his hands grasping her wrists as he lay above her, his chest pressing against her back as he hammered his hips against her ass. Then she flew apart, her body spiraling in exquisite pleasure. He shouted her name, his body becoming rigid as he followed her over the precipice. Heat filled her as she welcomed his release. His breath, warm and sweet, covered her neck as he took a moment to catch his breath.
“What have you done to me, little one?What have you done?” Roan’s voice was full of wonder as he pressed kisses to her shoulder. Kate couldn’t speak, but she smiled as he stayed buried within her a moment longer. He withdrew and rolled her to face him, curling his arms around her to tuck her into his body.
“You fill me with such madness,” he whispered against the crown of her hair.
In his eyes, Kate saw thousands of years of life with him at her side. She saw herself exploring everything this universe had to offer. She saw an infinite stretch of time that could be hers to live, to love, to discover her truest dreams and her deepest desires. Roan could give her all that and more.
Her gaze shifted to stare at the distant labyrinth. Strange... she could not remember why she’d ever wanted to walk through its dark and winding passageways. Her memories were like a melancholic dream that filled her chest with an ache that had no name.
A light from far beyond the vast labyrinth caught her eye. It was like a single flame upon a dark sea of midnight that glowed bright.
“Roan, what is that light?”
Roan rolled to face the balcony doors to see where she pointed. He cursed and threw himself out of bed. “No... no...” In a matter of seconds, he simply snapped his fingers and was dressed.
“Roan, what is it?” Kate clutched the bedsheets to cover herself.
“The beacon fires of the dwarves of the Black Hills. Culan has attacked Vol Buldohr.” His wings were gone, and he was sheathing his sword in a scabbard at his hip.
She scrambled to get out of bed. “Culan... the Seelie king?”
“Babbitt!” Roan bellowed.
The brownie popped into the room.
