A Dance with the Fae Prince by Elise Kova
Chapter 27
He seemsto know my mind and my heart before I do. Even as I’m still gathering my resolve and acknowledging my wants he kisses me fiercely. He makes wordless demands with his mouth that my body aches to oblige. I want to forget my pain and let it go. To give in to something for me, solely for me.
I grab his neck with fervent need, fingers knotting in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to mine even when there is no space left between us. Davien follows suit, hands coming alive. His palms and fingers are all over, from my face, to my breasts, to my hips. He draws hard circles with his thumbs, sending me into a frenzy with that movement alone.
We kiss deeper than we ever have before, as if we are trying to consume every last bit of doubt that could still linger between us. His teeth rake against my lower lip; I tilt my head back in tandem and release a moan. It’s met with a sharp inhale and a quiver on his breath.
“I want you,” I breathe.
“Tell me what you want.” He ducks his head, going for my exposed neck. I feel his teeth sink into my muscle, his lips close around.
“I want you,” I repeat. The world is spinning and I have to clutch on to him even tighter so my knees don’t give out from my light-headedness.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls as he pinches my flesh between his teeth.
Something within me breaks. Perhaps it is the last recesses of my self-control. But it feels as though a levy has been torn asunder by his thick and needy words.
“I want you to kiss me all over until there is not a part of my body that you don’t know. I want you to explore me with your tongue and fingers. I want you to make me yours as a man should make his wife. I want you to go slow until I am breathless and begging, and then I want you to go hard. I want to shatter together and fall like the silvery arcs of shooting stars as we descend from heaven of our making.”
He exhales a moan and retreats from my neck to return to my lips. He kisses me with rising intensity, each shift of his mouth messier and more sensual than the last. Without warning, Davien pulls away and presses his forehead into mine.
“I will do all of it…and then some,” he rasps. “And when I am done, when you are left aching, blissful, and yet still filled with desire, I will do it again. I will show you as best I am able just how loved you are.”
He holds me to him with a crushing grip and takes a step backwards. My knees nearly give out, forcing me to cling to him as the only stable thing in my world right now. Somewhere between the window and the table, his shirt is lost. I run my hands over the vast plane of his chest, bare to my touch, exposed only for me.
His skin is so hot in the cool night I’m surprised it doesn’t burn me. His hands bunch up my shirt, reaching for the hem. He pulls it over my head and I don’t stop him. Yet, as winter’s touch runs up my spine, sending a shiver through my body that has nothing to do with the tides of pleasure he’s already stirring within me, I pause.
Davien senses my hesitation, pulling away slightly. “Are you cold? Is it too much?”
“It’s not that. And no.” I want to cover my increasingly exposed flesh, but that want competes against my desire to continue running my hands up and down his arms. “I’ve never—”
“I haven’t either.” His mouth quirks into a relieved smile. “We will be each other’s teacher tonight, and eager student.” He bends down to brush his lips against mine.
“What if you don’t like me once you really see me?” I ask between quivering lips. I have yet to show him the scar on my back. He has only caught glimpses of the wounds I still carry with me.
“I really saw you in the first moment you walked in my door. I have seen your soul, and I have fallen in love with it. So there’s nothing about the mortal casing it’s housed within that could make me love you less.” He is so sure, so confident, the grip I have on myself relaxes. My hands return to his hips. “Trust in my love, in me. I will never break that trust.”
The next kiss he gives me is deeper than any of the others, slower and more confident. He inhales as I exhale, stealing my breath and my doubts with it. I give myself further to him.
I want him. I want all of him. If tonight is the last real night that we have with each other then I’m determined to set aside my doubts and enjoy him while I have him.
Davien’s hands leave my body. I let out a low whine. He chuckles. “I don’t want you to be colder than you already are.” He rummages in the saddlebags, pulling out a blanket and tossing it across the table.
“I am on fire,” I whisper.
He grabs my hips, pushing me up onto the table. My legs wrap around him on instinct. The feeling is glorious. My heart is a pulsing beat that begins to guide the melody that only we can sing.
He’s on top of me, his presence demanding every inch of my attention, as if he did not already have it. I shift as I lie back, allowing him space on the large stone table with me. Davien snakes his fingers through my hair, brushing it away, looking down at me between kisses as though I am a goddess incarnate.
Then, with a look that promises a thousand desires—the kind that are unspeakable in the light of day—he moves down my body, removing the remaining garments that keep us apart one by one and replacing them with kisses. Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare down at him as he nips lightly at each of my hip bones. He looks up at me with glassy eyes and heavy lids. Then slowly, deliberately, he works himself between my legs.
Before I can speak a word of shy protest, he reminds me that the time for modesty has long gone with a kiss that takes my breath away and I inhale it back as a moan. My toes curl. He holds me in a limbo of ecstasy that I have never felt before. Hot. Building. It can only escape with cries of pleasure.
This is what I wanted. This was the release I was looking for. This is why all of our other stolen kisses were never enough. Could never be enough.
I arch off the table, fists knotted in the blanket. At once, I come crashing down with a cry. I break in a way I never thought possible, and I land in a bliss so consuming that it seems as if it is the first real thing I’ve ever felt.
Davien straightens away, licking his lips with a grin. He moves to hover back over me. Positioned between my thighs. Our eyes meet. I see excitement, hesitation, nervousness—all emotions that I share.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “If you have any doubts we will stop.”
“I have many doubts…about everything but this moment. I want you, Davien,” I echo myself from earlier.
He presses himself forward. There’s tension, aching, a sudden snap of pain. I wince and he freezes.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I reassure him.
Luckily he takes my word and does not stop. We inhale in tandem as his hips are flush against mine. My breath is thin and shallow as I grow accustomed to the feeling of him. And, when I am ready, he moves. I have never been more aware of his strong, sure presence than in those first few movements. Neither was I aware of just how hot the rolling core in the pit of my stomach could become.
We move together, breathlessly building our desire as one. This time, when the crash comes, we fall together. He lands in my arms and we are a tangle of ecstasy and delight. Pure joy escapes as laughter as he pulls away and we share a smile—an intimate understanding that is only possible for lovers to comprehend.
“That was… That was…” I struggle to form words.
A sensual smirk slowly spreads across his lips. “That was merely round one.”
Davien claims my mouth once more and we tumble back into the throes of bliss.