“I don’t know,” I said, “but I’m strongly considering no longer buying dresses with buttons after this.”
He laughed into my mouth as my hands slid down underneath his tunic, splaying across his stomach and bare chest. I slid my hands up, reveling in the feel of every hard plane and edge. I pushed his shirt, and he sat up, raising his arms and yanking it off, then throwing it somewhere into the forest.
I took him in as he kneeled between my legs. His golden skin gleamed under the fairy bugs flickering above us. I reached out a finger and traced the muscles of his abs, then trailed my finger up to his chest, smooth and hard as the rest of him.
He closed his eyes and shuddered under my touch, then fell back down on top of me. “I’m about to rip this dress right off you.” He continued to work his way through the buttons.
“Go ahead. I really didn’t like it that much anyway.”
A growl escaped him as he grabbed the fabric and ripped it away, spreading the dress out over my shoulders and tugging it down until the upper half of my body was exposed. His pupils grew to the size of orbs as he took me in.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emma. Witch Superior, I’ve thought about this so many times over the years.”
He ran a thumb over my peaked nipple, and I shuddered at the touch. He leaned down and kissed me hard, my mouth opening for him as our tongues collided. His thumb rubbed circles around my nipple. I arched into him, that area between my legs throbbing with desire. It was hard to believe this was happening. That hours ago, I was anxious about telling Riven how I felt. Now I was wondering why I hadn’t done this years ago.
He trailed kisses down my neck, and he sucked on one nipple, moaning. I rubbed against his thigh, needing that friction between my legs while he sucked me harder, then switched to the other breast.
“This one needs some attention too,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
“It does,” I agreed, breathless. “It definitely does.”
He shifted his hips, grounding in between my legs, and his tongue swirled in circles around my nipple.
I gasped, tilting my hips, rocking against him, needing him so badly.
“Riven,” I said. “Riven, please.”
He dipped his head further down, pressing kisses across my stomach as he tugged at my dress. I helped him push my dress and panties over my hips and kicked them both off.
He kneeled over me, hard length straining against his trousers while he stared at me, gaze devouring every inch of my body. I came up to my knees and faced him, hands drifting down to the laces on his trousers.
“My turn,” I said and undid the laces, keeping my gaze locked with his.
He didn’t move as I pushed his trousers over his hips and down his legs. Holy witch. He was glorious. His long length bobbed between us, thick and with a bead of moisture at the tip. A sharp V pointed to his hard length, and I reached out a tentative hand, then gripped him, giving him a few pumps.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. I guided him to my slick entrance and moved the tip of his cock up and down my slit.
We both shuddered at the contact. He pushed me back onto the ground and hovered over me, the tip of his hard length teasing my entrance.
I lifted my hips in a silent plea, and he entered me, instantly filling my intense need. He withdrew achingly slow, then plunged back inside of me. He pulled out, again going slow so I could feel every part of him in delicious detail. I rolled my hips and grabbed fistfuls of the blanket under me, urging him to quicken his pace.
He moaned, and I felt the sound straight to my core.
“I thought you’d want to take it slow.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.
I gazed up at him. “You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for a decade.”
He stilled at that admission. I hadn’t told him how long I’d had feelings for him, how long I’d suppressed those feelings. But I didn’t want any more secrets between us.
Our mouths met again as he rammed into me, quick, hard, unrelenting. My hips rocked to meet his movements, a fire building in my belly, spreading across my hips, threatening to burn me up in this pleasure.
My body grew tighter and tighter as we devoured each other, gasping, moaning, calling each other’s names.
His hands stayed at my waist, and he dug his fingers into my skin. Our breaths mingled as he pushed me closer toward the edge.
“Riven,” I gasped. “Riven.” I said his name like a prayer, like all my hopes and dreams rested on him.
He ground deeper into me, and his tongue swirled with mine. My core pulled taut at his powerful strokes, an explosion of pleasure rocking me as I cried out.
