Page 61 of Saved By the Fae Commander

His lips curve slightly as he reaches a decision, and I already know what he’s going to say before he draws his next breath.

“Bend over the bed, little moth. I intend to take you from behind.”

Heat floods me instantly, and a gasp catches in my throat. I find myself pressing my thighs together to briefly alleviate the sharp, incessant ache.

He steps back and nods toward the bed, waiting for me to comply. He’s still wearing his trousers, and the imbalance between us sends a delicious thrill through me—him partially clothed and me completely bare before him. A sense of vulnerability sweeps through me.

My legs feel weak as I finally turn to face the bed, ever aware that he’s watching my every movement.

I’m waiting. His voice reaches me through our shared bond.

Slowly, I approach the bed and bend over. As the sun finally rises, the morning light streams into the bedroom, heightening my sense of exposure. Knowing he expects me to arch my back and lift my bottom, I draw in a deep breath and finish assuming the position he desires.

As I part my legs and lift my center high, I sense his pleasure through the bond.

Fabric rustles behind me, and I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him removing his trousers.

My eyes widen at the sight of his rigid cock, so huge and imposing. A drop of his essence glistens on the bulbous tip of his fully erect shaft, and gods, I cannot look away.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to stare?” he says as he walks closer, and his authoritative tone makes me quiver. “I daresay I must teach you a lesson in manners, little moth.”

Before I can respond, he steps behind me and presses his hardness directly to my aching core. His fingers dig into my hips. I grasp the bedcovers, knowing I’ll need something to hold on to. I sense he’s about to be very rough. He’s about to sink himself inside me and pound away.

“Tell me who you belong to, little moth.” His hands tighten, and he pushes more firmly against my core, though he still doesn’t enter me yet. “Tell me.Say it.”

I whimper. “You. I belong to you.”

A low sound rumbles in his chest at my answer.

“My obedient little moth,” he murmurs.

His grip tightens on my hips as he holds me exactly where he wants me. The bond between us flares with overwhelming warmth, threaded with a fierce affection that only deepens the ache inside me.

I close my eyes, bracing myself, and then he finally surges forward.

He thrusts inside me, filling me up in one rapid, harsh drive that sends a current of quaking heat and sensation throughout my body.

He’s just as rough as I expected. With each quick, hard plunge into my slick center, his scrotum slaps against my clit, and it doesn’t take long for the first climax to rush over me. I gasp and cry out, shuddering and gasping through the undulating release that makes my toes curl.

That’s it, little moth. Come for me. Come while I’m pounding you from behind, his deep voice enters my head, a steady vibration that makes me quiver anew.

As daylight deepens, it spills across the room in golden waves. I turn my head to glance out the nearest window, a strange sort of peace settling over me as Gideon continues claiming me as his.

Frozen lakes shimmer beneath the rising sun, and frost-apple trees gleam faintly against the snow-covered mountainside, surrounded by ice-berry bushes and other vegetation that glitters with ussha. Far below, the valley is dotted with the colorful cottages that belong to the Frostfall faefolk who now live in the human lands near Hollins. The sight fills me with peace and a sense of wonder.

Gideon tenses as his shaft swells larger inside me. A moment later, he emits a thunderous growl, spurting his seed into my depths. The continued impacts of his scrotum on my clit propel me into another intense, undulating release. My whimpers and moans combine with his growls and the sound of our bodies joining.

After the last quaking wave of pleasure dissipates, he withdraws carefully from my core and guides me off the bed. He stares down at me, a reverent look gleaming in his eyes. It makes me swoon. He lifts me in his arms, holding me close.

I rest my head against his chest and listen to the beating of his heart.Home. Gideon is truly my home. I love him so much.

His mind brushes against mine, and his voice fills my head.

I love you, too, little moth. Always and forever.