Fairyville (Fairyville #1)(36)
Author: Emma Holly

Her soft gray eyes seemed to hold the keys to a hundred realms’ mysteries.

"You’d like to tie me here," she said.

The guess was good enough to spur a shiver.

"Just keep your hands where they are," he said hoarsely. "Don’t let go, and let me do as I please."

"You’re finally going to please yourself?"

"Yes," he gritted out.

"Good," she said with great decisiveness. "I’m looking forward to feeling you go."

She meant this when she said it, and once she had, she really couldn’t begrudge him whatever he wanted to do. All the same, she couldn’t restrain a squeak of surprise as he nudged her body rather more rearward than she’d been planning on.

"Shh," he said, his hands gently parting her bottom cleft. "Trust me to make this good."

It was hard not to, considering the skill he’d shown so far, but Zoe felt quite the neophyte as his thumbs pushed lubricant into her ass. He knows what he’s doing, she told herself. This is going to be fine…

"Pull your knees up," he said. "You’re going to want to give me room to work."

Lord, even his arrogance was arousing. She let him guide her into position, each leg bent up and angled to the side. The change immediately allowed his thumbs to slide farther in.

Okay, maybe this was going to be more than fine. Her hands clenched harder on the iron headboard as her breath rushed out. The sensation of him massaging those outer inches was much more pleasurable than she’d expected.

"You’ve never done this before," he whispered, and she could only shake her head.

The idea of being her first didn’t seem to daunt him. He lowered his head until his parted lips brushed her shoulder.

"Good," he said, deliberately echoing her. "I need to claim some part of you tonight."

He could claim any part of her he wanted, but she didn’t get a chance to tell him so. He’d slipped his thumbs free just then and put his sheathed c**k behind her instead.

Oh, God, she thought as she felt the intimidating broadness of the head, and, Oh, God, yes an instant later.

She groaned as he began to push, her neck arching back against him helplessly. He was so big, not just the part of him that was breaching her, but his entire body. She felt overshadowed—both protected by the shield of him and vulnerable to his strength. This man could crush her, but he was acting like he didn’t want her to break. The sounds he made, grunts of effort and enjoyment, caused her sex to liquefy anew. He slid his forearm between her and the mattress, surrounding her pu**y in his hold. When one long finger slid inside her from the front, the combination of his snug warm grip and the more traditional intrusion demolished her resistance.

Every part of her relaxed at once.

"Oh, yes," he said as his c**k suddenly sank into her all the way. "Oh, yes, love, that’s what I want."

The instant he reached full penetration it was exactly what she wanted, too. The sheer size of him conquered her, the pressure on that tingling interior skin. When he began to move, his strokes were so protracted she felt as if her nerves were being hypnotized. The front of him bore close against her with every roll of his hips, his velvet skin enthralling hers, his free hand smoothing over her wherever it could reach. He was taking her with so much more than his cock, like a cat rubbing against her, skin and energy and tiny hairs prickling.

She began to gasp in time to his thrusts, her tension tightening until it hurt. He didn’t have to speed up to increase the torment; he just pushed her and pushed her up against that wall of excitement without letting her slide back. Her cl*t became a separate entity, tortured by the very blood that caused it to distend. She felt him begin to tremble, but his shakes were nothing compared to hers. Desperate to go over, she wrenched her right hand from the headboard and wrapped it over his.

"Please," she said, pushing his fingers between her lips. "Please."

He made a sound, pained and harsh, and then he did move fast, so fast she suspected he’d been dying to all along. He came almost all the way out of her with each rough stroke and then all the way back in. Oh, she loved his size then, with a fervor that truly shocked. The swollen flare of his cockhead scraped all the nerves whose charm she was even then gaining respect for.

When his spearing finger moved in tandem with his cock, and his thumb found her aching clit, she couldn’t help but fly apart. Pleasure was bombarding her from a thousand aching-sweet points at once. She cried out and crashed through the edge, the violence of her cl**ax jerking her like a rag doll. The spasms tightened her around him as his body slapped hers harder and harder and at last stiffened like a board.

Electricity surged through her as he came, as if his aura were penetrating her in ways no physical body could. Her orgasm peaked higher as emotion welled. She felt such love, such gratitude and overwhelming joy. Magmas was beautiful beyond beauty, was kinder than kind. Nothing about him needed changing. He was perfect just as he was. Her skin felt like it could melt away beneath the blaze of her admiration. They would merge together in this pleasure. They would lose their bodies and truly be one.

"Zoe," he gasped against her neck.

The sound returned her to herself—or as close as she was getting in that moment. His hands were clenched possessively around her, one on her pu**y and one on her breast. His breath sobbed in and out of him.

"It’s all right," she slurred, her sensual lassitude nearly preventing speech. "Magnus, it’s all right."

She expected him to collapse on her, wanted him to in the deepest, most nurturing part of her soul. Instead, he drew himself carefully away, hanging above her on hands and knees.

Fortunately, she was still glowing and couldn’t mind. She wriggled around until she could look up at him from the cage he’d formed. He was bathed in sweat and shaking like a weary dog. She soothed his chest with her own trembling hands, loving every sign he carried of what they’d done.

"You didn’t hurt me," she said. "I enjoyed that."

"Zoe." His voice was soft as her touch trailed to the limpness dangling between his legs. She rolled off the condom, heavy with his seed.

"You came a lot," she said, strangely aroused by the volume of his ejaculate. "Is this what happens when you hold back?"

She smoothed the wetness that remained on his skin, exploring him in this new state. His balls hung low now, loose in their sac, and his penis was so silky it seemed unreal. Her fingers could meet around his shaft now that he was smaller. She pulled the ring of them gently down his length, not wanting to hurt him if he was sensitive.