by Lauren Dane
A face that was swollen with tears. He also couldn’t help but notice that she looked like a water nymph standing there, beads of water gliding down her long, lean thighs, her breasts high and full, capped with raspberry pink nipples. She was glistening and lithe, her eyelashes wet with tears, steam rising about her as she stood, fragile and defensive.
“Em! Are you all right, a ghra?” he asked, walking to her.
She backed up, covering her nakedness with her arms. “W-what are you doing here? Get out!”
“Who made you cry? Tell me and I’ll kill him immediately,” he ordered imperiously.
She looked at him incredulously. “What? Get out!”
Ignoring her orders, he kept walking toward her, thought his clothes away and stepped into the bath with her.
“Meep!” she exclaimed incoherently as she tried, and failed, not to look at his naked body. For a jerk he had a glorious body, hard and muscled, that golden skin stretched taut over it. Yep, nothing small there, she thought to herself as she tore her eyes away from their perusal of his cock.
“Do you like what you see, a thaisce?” he murmured as he stood before her.
Em had to close her eyes. His voice was temptation. She ached to believe his attraction was real and when she snuck another quick peek south, his cock certainly seemed interested. Outside of her dreams and magazines, she’d never seen a naked man and this one was certainly a fine first.
“What are you calling me? What language is that?” she managed to get out as she pressed herself back against the wall, getting as far from him as she could and still be in the tub.
“It’s Gaelic. I’ll tell you later what it means. For now, why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset so I may kill whoever made you this way?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re going to kill yourself?”
“I made you cry?” He looked stunned. He stepped up to her until they were touching and pulled her to him, his hands at her waist, his face against her bare shoulder. She pushed at him but he held fast. “I am sorry, the last thing I wish to do is bring you sorrow.”
She stopped struggling. She could hear the tenderness in his words, feel it as he held her body. He was pushing past her resolve and she had no way to stop him. “I can’t tell if you’re for real,” she whispered.
He moved, deliberately sliding his body along hers. Even though Em was only two inches shy of six feet, he still towered above her, easily standing at over six and a half feet. “How can you not know I am real? Can you not feel the pounding of my heart?” He took her hand and placed it palm flat on his chest. “Can you not see it in my eyes? Hear it in my voice? Feel my desire for you here?” He ground his hard cock against her belly.
“I’ve been able to read people my entire life. I can always trust my power because it doesn’t lie. I can’t read you, Con, and it scares me. I know you’ve lied to me. By rights I should be screaming my head off and kicking you out of here but I’m standing, naked, with you in the bathtub. You make me do things I wouldn’t normally do.”
He sighed and his breath felt cool against her heated flesh. He smelled like sandalwood and fresh air. “A ghra, I cannot tell you the whole truth right now. I can’t. I’m sorry but I will tell you when I can, I promise. One thing that is absolutely true is that I would never hurt you. I want you. You don’t need special powers to feel what’s between us, do you?”
How the heck would she know about what was between them? Sure it felt different than she’d ever felt about a man before, but she was a freaking virgin! It’s not like she’d ever let a naked man into her bathtub before, much less a ten-thousand-year-old warrior Faerie.
At that, a giggle bubbled up and he looked down at her with surprise. “Sorry. I thought of something funny. And, uh, what I can feel between us, well, sure it’s real, unless it’s a glamour. You Faeries can do that right? The glamour thing?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, mo fiach! I can do a glamour but I can’t fake a hard cock—you made it that way just by existing. I’ve had this,” he lowered his chin in the direction of his cock, “ever since the first moment I saw you.”
“Enough with the sneaky use of foreign words! What are you calling me?”
He chuckled and kissed her nose. He pulled her down into the water and between the cradle of his thighs. “Mo fiach means my raven. Your hair, it’s as dark as a raven’s wing.”
“My grandmere calls me little raven, even though I’m nearly a foot taller than she is. That’s what they called me when I was a baby.”
Con began to soap up her shoulders. “You see, I know you. You can feel that in your heart, can’t you?”
“I can’t believe I’m sitting naked in my bathtub with a total stranger,” she muttered.
“Ah, but we established that I’m not a stranger, didn’t we? I know you. Look within yourself, you know me.”
She turned around to face him. “And what of the glamour? You said you couldn’t fake that,” she pointed at his lap, “but you didn’t say if you were using a glamour in any other way. I mean, you are ten thousand years old. Are you withered and gray and hunchbacked with no teeth?”
He sat silently, thinking. Making up his mind, he stood up and pulled her with him. “Let me dry you and I’ll tell you,” he said and helped her out of the tub. He dried her with a big, soft towel, rubbing her skin in small, sensual circles.
She was oh-so-wet thinking about him. Her nipples were hard and she’d given up blaming it on the room being cold. She wanted him inside her, over her. A trickle of honey oozed from her pussy. Seeing it, Con growled and leaned in, lapping it up in a long swipe of his tongue.
“Oh my god,” Em said, voice trembling.
“You taste so good, I’ve never tasted anything so tempting,” he murmured, his brown eyes looking up into hers.
He stood up and led her into the bedroom. “I mean to have you, mo fiach. Again and again.” He sat her down on the bed. “But first, are you ready to see me without the glamour?”
She nodded, mute.
While she was staring at him, it was as if he blurred for a moment and then got solid again and she jumped back with a gasp, pushing her back against the headboard shaking her head. “No! It can’t be…”
He stood there with golden eyes and long caramel hair, braids at his temples. He was even taller than before and, oh my, his cock was longer and thicker. The rest of his body was the same, hard and muscled.
Her heart pounded at the realization. That exact moment was part of a dream she’d had over and over. How many times had she woken up aching and wet after looking up at this naked warrior looking down at her, cock hard and ready, watching her like a rapacious predator? She’d lost count. She just hoped he did eat her up in three bites.
“It can’t be what? You’re making me nervous. Do I not please you?” he asked, irritated and nervous.
“Have you looked in a mirror lately? What woman wouldn’t be pleased by a naked you standing at the foot of their bed,” she said agitatedly. She had no idea how to tell him she’d been dreaming of him, of that exact moment, since she was fourteen years old.
The sly smile came back and he relaxed. He reached out and grabbed her ankle and dragged her across the bed toward him.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move. But first I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
She shivered and closed her eyes against him. She had no defenses where he was concerned. Her logical mind knew how stupid it was to have sex with a stranger, especially one who’d lied to her, but her body didn’t care. Her heart didn’t care. This was her dream man, the man she’d had in her head and who’d occupied and owned her heart for so long.
He leaned over her and stroked his hair across her skin, across her pebbled nipples, down over her belly and across her mound, swirling it around her knees and toes. It felt like the touch of velvet over her flushed skin. She let out a shaky breath.
“Open your eyes, Em. I wa
She dragged her eyes open and looked at him, watched as he moved up toward her, crawling over her body and taking her lips with his own. He coaxed her at first, bringing her out of her shell until she’d opened her mouth under his and his tongue flicked into her mouth, over her gums and the inside her cheeks. He tasted of mint and wine, she couldn’t get enough and writhed to get closer to him. He answered her silent plea and let his body rest completely on hers, his weight at once overwhelming and anchoring.
She smoothed her hands up his biceps and shoulders, over the planes of his muscles. His skin was hot and she absorbed his heat into her hands. His hair was a curtain around them, walling them in and making her feel as if there was no one in the universe but the two of them.
She sucked on his tongue and he gave a ragged cry. Her hands were now fisted in his hair, the silk of it caressing the flesh of her arms. He kissed the line of her jaw, his tongue flicking out, tasting her.
She drove him wild. The way her body felt beneath his own, the feel of her nipples against his chest, the soapy clean smell of her skin and the subtle citrus scent of her shampoo. Her hands held his head to her as if she were making an offering. Each taste of her drove him up higher, testing his restraint. He wanted to take it slow, make it an incremental slide into her pleasure, so that her time with him would wipe any other man from her mind. But with each small sigh, each brush of her very wet pussy against his thigh or his belly it battered at him, pushing him closer to the point where all he’d have left would be to shove himself inside her and ride her until they both were boneless.
His lips skimmed along the graceful column of her neck and he laved the hollow of her throat, feasting on her fluttering pulse. He nibbled across her collarbone and slowly down the curve of her breast until she cried out when he slowly sucked her turgid nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed with wonder. One hand rolled and tugged on a nipple while his mouth scorched the other. He alternately swirled his tongue around the peak and then bit it, laving the sting and pulling it, hard, to the roof of his mouth. “Don’t stop, oh god, that feels so good,” she whispered, barely holding onto herself. She felt as if she was falling and she didn’t know how to stop, how to get a grip. There was simply no way she could have ever imagined pleasure like this. She’d given herself pleasure before but it was nothing compared to the feelings that Con evoked with his mouth and hands.
He looked up at her, his lips slightly swollen, eyes wicked and golden. “You’re so responsive, I’ll bet I can make you come just by sucking your nipples.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip and tasting blood, she was so close to begging him to do just that.
He buried his face between her breasts and laved a tongue down her breastbone, his fingers softly tracing down each rib and feathering over her hipbones. She gasped and arched into him when he tongued her navel. His hair dragging down her body felt like another set of hands stroking her flesh. She was panting now, waiting to feel what he’d do next.
But nothing in her life until that moment could have prepared her for the way it felt when he pushed her thighs apart and up, opening her to his gaze. He blew across her swollen, glistening flesh and she cried out. She tried to close her thighs against him—it was too much. Her face burned with embarrassment.
“Don’t fight against it. You’re so beautiful here, pink and pearly with your juice. I’ve already tasted you, I want more and you’re going to give it to me, Em,” he said as he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, just a quick flick.
She shuddered, right on the verge of coming. He felt her clit pulse beneath his tongue, it swelled up further and she gushed cream. He groaned at the sight, at the scent and feel of her raining honey for him.
He backed away from her clit and tongued her, making big, round, wet circles through the folds of her flesh, nibbling on her labia while she trembled. Her hands tightened in his hair and his control slipped another notch. He stabbed his tongue into her core and she let out a guttural groan and arched into him, pressing her pussy against his face. He held her up higher, his hands under her ass, holding her to him like a piece of ripe, juicy fruit. He watched her cream flow down and over her pretty pink rosette and lapped it up there, eliciting a shocked gasp from her. He knew he’d be back later for that hole and that he’d be the first to breach it. It gave him a savage thrill of possession.
He stroked a finger into her and his cock nearly exploded when he felt how tight she was. The walls of her pussy were silky and molten and she gripped his finger and arched, riding him when he added another to stretch her. He knew that he wouldn’t last very long once he got inside her, even if he recited the entire history of the Tuatha De Danann in his head.
“You’re so tight, the way you’re gripping my fingers is making me crazy,” he said in a low voice.
She had no voice to tell him she was a virgin. He’d taken her to a place where all she could do was feel, take in the sensations he was creating. It was all she could do to process them without screaming. She whimpered when he found her clit again with his tongue and he chuckled, the vibrations pulsing through her. When he sucked it into his mouth, teeth grazing across the hood and tongue lapping the underside, time stopped for a moment, and then everything exploded into white-hot feeling. She cried out his name and her back bowed off the mattress. He kept his face pressed into her, relentlessly pushing her higher and higher, holding her to him by her hips. He continued to suck her clit and fuck her with his fingers until she came again, a second climax that pulled a scream from her, her head thrashing from side to side.
He pulled away from her and she watched through passion-stunned eyes as he licked his lips and took his cock in his hand. “I need to fuck you, Em. I need to be inside of you right now.” He knelt between her thighs and put them over his own, putting a pillow under her bottom.
“Yes, please fuck me, Con. I need you.” She felt achy inside, empty, and she wanted him to fill her up. When she felt the fat, broad head brush up against her gate she blinked her eyes, trying to surface. “Wait, condom…”
“Don’t need one. No human STDs and I can’t get you pregnant unless I want to,” he said and plunged into her, realizing too late that she’d never been fucked before.
Her face, just glazed over with desire, was now pinched in pain.
“Why didn’t you tell me!” He concentrated on not coming, on not moving. He didn’t want to hurt her any more, wanted to let her adjust to his size.
She reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing over his bottom lip. “It doesn’t matter. It was always meant to be you,” she whispered with a smile.
The tenderness in her face squeezed his heart. He’d bedded a lot of women in his lifetime, thousands of them, and never, not once, did a single one of them make him feel so powerful, so trusted and invincible. She filled every part of him at that moment, her soul mingled with his own and he felt like he was capable of anything simply because she looked at him the way she did.
“It’ll get better, just try and relax.” He reached between them and found her clit and slowly stroked over it. He felt her loosen up as he slowly stoked her fire, she grew slicker, creamier and he moved slowly, pulling himself out and then pushing back in. She gave a sigh then, a sound of pleasure, and he leaned down and nipped her bottom lip. “You’re so damned sexy I don’t think I’ll be able to let you out of this bed for days.”
She laughed and it sounded like birds flying free, the sound soared in the air. The tightness that she’d had in her chest for the last year loosened. She felt as if she were truly free and utterly herself for the first time in her life.
Her laugh turned into a groan of pleasure as he pushed back inside her. “Put your legs around my waist,” he said with a grunt and when she did, it opened her even more. Her breasts swayed with movement, her skin glistened with sweat as he moved within her. She wore a look of joyous discovery on her face as she looked into his eyes. Her hands stroked over his nipples and she delighted in his moan. She slid them down his sides and grabbed the rock-hard cheeks of his perfect ass, pulling him deeper inside her deeper.
He changed his angle and she gasped at the feel of his cock head brushing over her in a new way. The place he was rubbing against created pleasure so sharp it was almost too much. He grinned at her wickedly and plumped her clit between thumb and forefinger just as he brushed the spot of nerves inside her and she screamed out her climax, her pussy clamping down on him like a vise. The wave of pleasure drowned her. She clawed at his back, meeting his thrusts in an almost frenzied manner.
“Oh that’s so fucking good,” he grunted. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight I think I may die from it.” His speed picked up as he fucked her hard and deep, her body sucking him back inside, her juices flowing, slick and welcoming. His head flew back and he came with a hoarse roar as he bathed her with jet after jet of his cum.
Ripples of intense pleasure rolled through him as his orgasm went on and on, back arched, cock touching her womb, her legs clutching his waist, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, pussy grasping and fluttering around him. Finally, what seemed like an hour later, he let out a long gasp and collapsed next to her, pulling her into the shelter of his body.
Her muscles were twitching, her pulse hammering. Her body felt deliciously battered. She snuggled back into him and sighed.
Chapter Three
They both must have slept for some time because it was beginning to get light when she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her with such longing that it made her stomach clench. She smiled. “Hi.”
He leaned down and kissed her softly. “You should have told me you were a virgin, Em. Are you all right? I know I hurt you. I’m sorry.”
She laughed and sat up. “I’m not hurt. It’s sweet of you to worry but really, I’m all right. Better than all right, I’m fantastic. Thank you. They say you never forget your first time but those poor suckers sure don’t get a man like you to remember.” She stretched and couldn’t hide her wince as she stood up.
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