Page 94 of Of Curses and Courtship

Gasping, searching for air, I lift my head and can’t help but smile.

There is a dazed look on her beautiful face; her lavender gaze still cuts through my soul. Our gazes locking makes me strain in my pants, and it is all too visible when I move onto my knees. Rain pours onto us, splattering her perfect face. Rather than requesting that we go inside, she tugs at my shirt and pulls me closer.

“Take me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Show me I am the one. Prove it has been me all along.”

I grind into her core. “Can you not already feel the proof?”

A soft chuckle passes through my lips, and I slip my fingers between us, pressing two into her cunt.

“I-I suppose I can.”

I kiss her neck and spread my fingers, preparing her to take what she asked for. “But you still want more.” I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, relishing her gasp. “I didn’t know you would be so greedy.”

“Then you have much to learn about me,” she murmurs. “I suppose I do, too. I’ve never been greedy, but I want to be when I’m with you.”

“I want you to be greedy with me.” I pull my fingers from her core and pop them into my mouth, licking every last drop of her arousal. “For your pleasure is my own, and I’ll be greedy in return, drinking your desire up until I’m satisfied.”

She takes the opportunity to unfasten my trousers, wasting no time to push them down my hips.

“Then please me,” she says—a demand, not a request.

My cock throbs at the harsh, commanding tone.

I hold her thighs and press her legs open wider and grind against her, my cock gliding through her wet folds with ease. The urge to take her, to slide into her, to forever conjoin us is something I fight in favor of drawing soft, pleading mewls from her swollen lips.

The moonlight shining onto her has never seemed quite as perfect as when I finally press my tip into her entrance. She gasps again, and I whimper as I give her every inch, angling my hips so I can push against her throbbing clit.

“This is all I need.” Her voice is a low whisper in my ear. “You filling me. Our bodies joining. Is this not the greatest bliss?”

My fingers press hard into her thighs. “You don’t know how this feels for me…”

“I do.” She touches my chin delicately, guiding me to look her in the eye. “I feel it. Everything you feel runs through me, like magic. Take your pleasure, for it becomes mine. You are being so good for me, Emyr.”

“I’ll give you all of my pleasure. Every bit of it. It’s yours.”

I thrust into her harder and groan as I bottom out, filling her with everything I have. Her head leans back, but our eyes never unlock. She gasps as I thrust, desperately chasing my pleasure.

It is still for her, all for her, but?—

“I need you,” I whine, losing my mind to pleasure. “Please. Please come with me. Let me feel you clenching around me. Give your pleasure to me.”

“Yes.”

“Say my name.” I push harder, seconds from the edge with each thrust of my hips and each shake of her abundant form.

“Emyr,” she gasps. “I’m yours. Fill me.”

And for the rest of the days, so long as she will have me, I’ll do precisely as she pleases. This moment is no exception.

OPHELIA

We return to his bedchamber, bathe off the rain and dirt, and curl into his warm bed. The crackling fire lulls us to sleep, making my bones heavy in the most delectable way. The room’s energy buzzes loud enough that even if I could not feel my lover’s emotions, I would know them.

Emyr is my lover. He loves me. There’s still much that can come between us, but those doubts and obstacles no longer exist to me. His cluttered room no longer looks like clutter. It’s home. I am comfortable in his arms, with his weight pressed on top of me and his chin resting delicately on my chest.

He peers down at me with his sky-blue eyes. “That was not your first time, was it?”

I give him a dry look. “Do you think I’d have allowed it to happen in the mud if it had been my first time?”