By the Magic of Starlight (The Forbidden Realm) by Serena Gilley Page B

certainly hope so.”
    His lips closed around her nipples, teasing her and smearing the honey more than removing it. She moaned at the pleasure it gave her. When he left off his halfhearted cleaning, he kissed her lips again, sharing the sweetness. She pulled him down to her, the honey now coating his own skin. She’d have to tend to that later.
    For now she needed to feel him, all of him, filling her fully.
    It didn’t require magic to get there, either. He was ready for her, just as she was ready for him. He let up on his kisses just enough for her to gather fresh air, then to exhale it all in a blissful groan when the full size of his burning cock dove into her.
    He was right where she needed him to be. Her body flared into reaction, arching up to meet him as he thrust once, then twice, then again and again. Their tempo urgent, she wrapped her legs around him and pressed herself closer and closer. She needed to touch every part of him at once. Her fingers found his firm, muscled butt and she gripped him there. He plunged deeper and deeper inside her.
    The honey caused their bodies to slide, to rub back and forth across each other. His wings beat with every stroke of his pounding cock and she realized they were hovering in midair. It made her cling all the more tightly to him, increasing the sensations he caused with his thrusts. She did not even try to hold back her cries at this point. Passion was their ruler and she was nothing but its willing vessel, ready to overflow.
    “I can’t hold it back, Raea,” Kyne gasped raggedly.
    She knew what he meant. The last shreds of self-control were about to burst like a dam, flooding them with sensation. It had never been as powerful as this. She didn’t know if she was ready, but she knew that she wanted it.
    “I want it all, Kyne. Give me everything.”
    And he did. His climax raged over him and they landed back on the bed. He was nearly crushing her, his body wracked with passion that had him plunging into her with wild abandon. He murmured her name into her ear, begging her to come with him, to let the waves wash her away, too.
    She was helpless to stop it. She cried out to the universe, barraged by one climax after another as every inch of her body exploded in pleasure. He growled and poured himself into her. She vibrated beneath him. Time and place lost all meaning. All she could do was hold tightly to him and gasp for air, waiting for something to make sense again.
    As if anything ever would. Kyne was her world now. She needed him to exist. If he ever ceased being, she would, as well.
    Her head was still spinning when he shifted off her and pulled her against him, cradling her and stroking her hair. She had no energy to speak, to tell him what he had done or how much he meant to her. She could only lay there and sigh, drawing warmth from his body and feeling peace in every corner of her being.
    “I love you, Raea,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head as she snuggled against him.
    They were the words of a human. She knew that. There was nothing magical in him now. His wings were limp, his body spent, and even the magic of the room did not cling to him as it had moments ago. He was a man, nothing more in this moment. Only the vilest, most tainted fairy could ever love that.
    But she did. With the entirety of her soul.
    “I love you, too, Kyne,” she murmured and gave herself over to exhaustion.
    *     *     *
    The sun was just coming up. Through the thick canopy of oaks, Kyne could see pink fingers of wispy clouds glowing in the east, radiating like beams up into the still-dark sky above. He had left Raea sleeping in the bed inside. She was back down to her normal size, curled up next to one of the down-filled pillows, her pink wings wrapped around herself and a satisfied smile on her face.
    Kyne remained in his human size, the warm glow of their passion flooding his veins and his body still humming with the energy of it. He could take her again and