soft silver eyes, not his luxurious mane of long, black hair. Not his body that made her mouth water.
And especially not his heart.
It was on the tip of Neve’s tongue to tell him of her love, but she forgot about words as her gown vanished and his lips wrapped around a nipple. Her eyes closed as she clung to him while he licked and laved and mercilessly teased the turgid peaks.
Then it was nothing but hands, lips, and tongues as they caressed, stroked, and embraced each other. Sighs of pleasure echoed in the room, matched only by the moans of desire.
Her breasts swelled, her skin sizzled with longing—and a hunger only Talin could quench.
She slid her fingers into his thick strands of hair and held his head as he kissed her senseless. There was a thread of desperation in his kiss—because they each knew this could be the last time they were together.
His hands skimmed along her ribs before he grasped her hips and lifted her. Neve immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as he held her.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her. The breath lodged in Neve’s lungs from the exquisite feel of him filling her. Where she ended, he began.
They were as close as two people could get, and it felt right. As if this moment had been planned for them. That second, that very instant in time, seemed to have been set aside just for her.
A hint of a smile played about Talin’s lips as a triumphant look came into his eyes. He palmed her butt and began to rock his hips.
The fear of what was to come, the anxiety of her impending death, and even the excitement of learning that Talin was a Reaper all ramped up her emotions until she crackled with them.
The tempo of his thrusts grew. Neve could feel herself falling into the abyss of pleasure. Her orgasm got closer each time he drove inside her.
“Together,” he whispered.
Neve nodded, unable to form words for the pleasure flooding her. She could feel her own heartbeat, could hear the ragged breaths that passed her lips.
The carnal way their bodies slid against each other, the decadence of how he felt moving inside her made her blood race and her heart swell with love.
Because he was hers.
And she was his.
The words might never be spoken aloud, but her heart repeated them often. And would for eternity.
The orgasm approached quickly. She tightened her legs. Talin plunged hard and fast, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as her body was racked with pleasure. Fingers dug into her hips when he buried himself deep and whispered her name.
They stared into each other’s eyes as they climaxed together. In that special moment, time stood still for them. Everything she had ever been, everything she was, and everything she would be was given to Talin.
Freely. Willingly.
And for the first time, she saw the way he looked at her. As if she were the most precious thing he’d ever held, as if she were all that he wanted.
As if he would die if he let her go.
Neve put her hand over his heart. No longer could she hold back her feelings. “This is the wrong time, but we might not have another chance. I love you, Talin. I think I have from the first day you arrived at court. No matter what happens, I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me.”
His throat worked as he tried to swallow. To her surprise, his beautiful eyes filled with emotion—and tears.
“Don’t say anything,” she hurried to say as she put a finger on his lips. “This is the best moment of my life.”
She rested her head on his chest with him still inside her. Neve felt the tears burn her eyes, but she refused to shed them. Life, even for a Fae, wasn’t always fair.
Magic couldn’t fix everything, and rank and power rarely healed. That was all Neve had. Except for Talin. She had him for a brief time, and in that interval, she was going to fix a wrong for both of them.
All the while, her heart shattered and she wanted to scream her frustration
And especially not his heart.
It was on the tip of Neve’s tongue to tell him of her love, but she forgot about words as her gown vanished and his lips wrapped around a nipple. Her eyes closed as she clung to him while he licked and laved and mercilessly teased the turgid peaks.
Then it was nothing but hands, lips, and tongues as they caressed, stroked, and embraced each other. Sighs of pleasure echoed in the room, matched only by the moans of desire.
Her breasts swelled, her skin sizzled with longing—and a hunger only Talin could quench.
She slid her fingers into his thick strands of hair and held his head as he kissed her senseless. There was a thread of desperation in his kiss—because they each knew this could be the last time they were together.
His hands skimmed along her ribs before he grasped her hips and lifted her. Neve immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as he held her.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her. The breath lodged in Neve’s lungs from the exquisite feel of him filling her. Where she ended, he began.
They were as close as two people could get, and it felt right. As if this moment had been planned for them. That second, that very instant in time, seemed to have been set aside just for her.
A hint of a smile played about Talin’s lips as a triumphant look came into his eyes. He palmed her butt and began to rock his hips.
The fear of what was to come, the anxiety of her impending death, and even the excitement of learning that Talin was a Reaper all ramped up her emotions until she crackled with them.
The tempo of his thrusts grew. Neve could feel herself falling into the abyss of pleasure. Her orgasm got closer each time he drove inside her.
“Together,” he whispered.
Neve nodded, unable to form words for the pleasure flooding her. She could feel her own heartbeat, could hear the ragged breaths that passed her lips.
The carnal way their bodies slid against each other, the decadence of how he felt moving inside her made her blood race and her heart swell with love.
Because he was hers.
And she was his.
The words might never be spoken aloud, but her heart repeated them often. And would for eternity.
The orgasm approached quickly. She tightened her legs. Talin plunged hard and fast, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as her body was racked with pleasure. Fingers dug into her hips when he buried himself deep and whispered her name.
They stared into each other’s eyes as they climaxed together. In that special moment, time stood still for them. Everything she had ever been, everything she was, and everything she would be was given to Talin.
Freely. Willingly.
And for the first time, she saw the way he looked at her. As if she were the most precious thing he’d ever held, as if she were all that he wanted.
As if he would die if he let her go.
Neve put her hand over his heart. No longer could she hold back her feelings. “This is the wrong time, but we might not have another chance. I love you, Talin. I think I have from the first day you arrived at court. No matter what happens, I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me.”
His throat worked as he tried to swallow. To her surprise, his beautiful eyes filled with emotion—and tears.
“Don’t say anything,” she hurried to say as she put a finger on his lips. “This is the best moment of my life.”
She rested her head on his chest with him still inside her. Neve felt the tears burn her eyes, but she refused to shed them. Life, even for a Fae, wasn’t always fair.
Magic couldn’t fix everything, and rank and power rarely healed. That was all Neve had. Except for Talin. She had him for a brief time, and in that interval, she was going to fix a wrong for both of them.
All the while, her heart shattered and she wanted to scream her frustration
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