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  The only thing he couldn't discern was whether her touch was better, or the way she gazed at him, watching his reactions with such genuine curiosity in her eyes it was almost painful. Knowing she wanted to learn how to please him made his heart ache in ways he didn't think possible, and when she squeezed him harder, he nearly ripped the sheets in his fists.

  “My sweet fae,” he moaned low.

  “Oh,” she rasped, stroking him a little faster. “Y-you like that?”

  “Like?” He groaned. “I fucking love it.”

  “Then … will this make you come?”

  “Keep going and find out.”

  He barely recognized his voice, and couldn't immediately say more when she cupped his testicles in her left hand. Growling, he lifted his hips for more, thrusting against her palm with the question, “Is that what you want? To make your mate come?”

  “Oh yes!” she replied with a quick nod. “T-tell me what to do.”

  Gods, her enthusiasm is too much. His seed rose at the mere notion of her eagerness, a trickle of moisture building at the cap. He wouldn't resist it either, hoping to gain a little more stamina by giving her what she wanted.

  Yet, before he could direct her in any fashion, a look of discovery overcame her beautiful face with the words, “Oh wait, I think I know!”

  At that, she quickly leaned down, and he almost came off the bed when her hot tongue lashed the moisture from the tip of his cock.

  “Isadora!”

  A loud groan erupted from his throat with her name, gaze cast downward in stunned disbelief to watch her soft lips close around the cap with a suck. His hips bucked in response, muscles tensing with a hand impulsively flying to the back of her head.

  Not that she needed coaxing, her mouth slowly sliding down around him, forming a seal against his shaft too good to describe.

  Growling, he now tensed with the effort of keeping his seed, desperate to experience more of this unimaginable bliss. But just watching her lips moving over his shaft and feeling the heat of her tongue rubbing against his aching flesh was more than he could take.

  Her head bobbed over him once, then again, each movement agonizingly slow, leaving his control in tatters. It was simply impossible to resist the sweet suction and coaxing heat, but Isadora didn't quite break his resolve until her lips smacked at the tip with a feminine moan of pleasure.

  His fae sounded as if thoroughly enjoying this activity, and the mere thought took him straight over the edge.

  “No, wait!”

  Her protest came when he stopped her from carrying on, though her disappointed mien soon became curious as he gripped her hand around his cock with the first line of release shooting forth to land on his stomach.

  Guiding her movements, Mathias shouted her name with another spurt quickly following, groaning loudly, “Gods, you madden me, Isadora … !”

  Grunting with a final burst of his seed, he collapsed against the pillows, panting in the euphoria his lover provided. The haze of satisfaction was so thick it almost felt as if hours passed before perceiving her moving back up his body to hover over him with the curious words, “I-I hope that's a good thing.”

  Lips parted and chest still heaving, his eyes eventually cracked open to meet to her warm gaze with a confident, albeit breathless reply.

  “It's the best thing, sweet fae, and it will only get better.”

  — TWENTY-EIGHT —

  Better? How could this possibly get any better?

  Mathias' claim was baffling considering what they'd shared so far defied comprehension. Simply watching him find release at her hands enthralled her, even gave her pleasure. His back bowed, the hard muscles of his abdomen tensing into rigid lines as he shouted her name, sending shivers through her entire body.

  Even now, Isadora's heart was fluttering at the memory of his big hand guiding hers along his shaft. She hadn't realized how satisfying it would be to make him come, or to taste his arousal knowing she was the one he wanted, and her only complaint was that it hadn't lasted longer.

  But though she would've loved to have a second round at learning how he liked being stroked, her body continued to ache with a yearning centered between her thighs. Instinctively, she knew what it was for, and realized Mathias was still erect despite his orgasm.

  Yet she couldn't imagine sex itself was better. Comparable for certain, but better?

  So she had to ask, “Does that mean y-you're going to take me now? Because I'm still aching, Mathias.”

  He groaned at her comment, reaching down to draw one of her legs over his thighs. If the movement wasn't enough to set her heart racing, the way his vision trailed over her body in obvious admiration certainly was. His hands drew over the same path his eyes had taken, from her hips up to her breasts, which he shamelessly squeezed.

  She panted in response, loving how he pinched her straining nipples as much as the sight of his muscular body beneath her.

  It was just a stroke of luck that he knew what to do because she was completely lost when he directed on a hoarse tone, “Lean forward, lift your hips over mine.”

  Knowing what he intended, she took a deep breath, finding herself excitedly anxious—and extremely curious. It was questionable why he wasn't laying her back to take a position that would give him control of the pace, and while she had no objections, she was too intrigued not to ask.

  “You don't want to be on top?”

  The look in his eyes as they met her gaze suggested the idea of having her pinned to the mattress beneath him was of definite interest.

  Yet he replied, “Not now, my sweet.”

  “Why not?”

  “You've never done this before, and I'll learn much about how you like to move once you can figure that out for yourself.”

  Her lips parted in understanding, and she quickly leaned in for a kiss, finding his consideration incredibly sweet. She had no personal experience in sexual matters, and he wanted her to discover what she'd enjoy to make this a better experience.

  Still, as their lips broke contact, she had to wonder about his own enjoyment.

  “Will this be good for you, too?”

  A devious smirk curled his lips with his confident response.

  “I'm already enjoying this.”

  Holding his intense gaze, she drew out a breathless, “Oh … .” When he put it that way, how could she resist?

  Leaning forward, she finally lifted her hips over his, looking down as he grasped his thick cock. Initially, she questioned why, but soon realized he was angling it to push inside her body once the cap pressed against the slick flesh between her legs.

  With a shift of his hips, it rubbed over her clit, causing her to jerk while bracing one hand against his shoulder.

  “Ah!” she gasped, releasing a low moan when he repeated the movement.

  Rocking his hips slowly back and forth, her inner muscles soon clenched, that ache to have him inside her amplifying until she whimpered, “Please, Mathias.”

  “Like that?”

  “Yes! It's—oh!”

  Her gasp came when he penetrated her body. It was only the crown pushing in, but he already felt huge, perhaps even too big.

  Still, the concern was momentarily forgotten when he nudged his thumb against the sensitive bud between her legs, teasing it with a few light brushes. Wetness pooled in preparation for more, and she instinctively lowered her hips.

  But instead of simply sliding down, there was resistance, which made no sense. She was certainly wet enough, was definitely ready, so why wasn't she just … taking him?

  The effort creased her lips into a frown. “Why doesn't it fit?”

  At her frustrated tone, a tremor reminiscent of silent laughter rolled through Mathias' chest, though he didn't respond with words.

  Instead, he grasped her hips, holding them steady as his own surged upward. In turn, her inner walls stretched, causing her to tense with a slight hiss as it pushed deeper inside until that resistance gave away with a sudden pinch.
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  Letting a sharp, surprised gasp, her eyes widened, expecting pain—but it never came. There was discomfort, yet it faded in the space of a moment with no lingering aches.

  Still, the vampire stopped moving, his silver eyes peering up at her questioningly.

  “ … Pain?” he asked breathlessly.

  Not trusting her voice, she shook her head, trapped in a haze of disbelief. For the first time, she was joined with a man, and hadn't expected it to feel quite this way. The vampire was deep, his erection unyielding and so very hot inside her.

  Yet there was tension as well, a fullness between her legs she couldn't put into words while shifting her hips over him roused another unfamiliar sensation—not pleasurable, and not unpleasant.

  Just … curious.

  And she wanted to do it again.

  Bracing both hands against his shoulders, she drew her hips forward and back, earning a low groan from Mathias, his hands clutching her thighs and chest heaving. Glancing down at his face revealed his gaze locked between her spread legs, watching as she rode him.

  Somehow, the notion had her heart pounding even harder. Why was it so erotic? Some newly awakened part of her wanted him to watch, to see their bodies joined and draw pleasure from it. So she slowly rolled her hips in a manner that had him sliding back inside to the same depth.

  With it, a spark ignited.

  Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, she repeated the motion, finding that though the tension persisted, that spark steadily grew stronger. So she didn't stop, and was pleasantly surprised. Where the start was merely curious, and mildly uncomfortable, each roll of her hips was turning their first union into something … wonderful. Is this what he meant by better?

  If the pleasure beginning to radiate through her body was only hinting at what was to come, it had to be—though physical pleasure wasn't the only enjoyable part. There was also a sense of connection to the male beneath her, one Isadora couldn't ignore.

  She was tied to this vampire, and the effort of taking his body in hers drove that fact home. She needed more, more of the pleasure, of the connection, knowing deep down that her slow, careful movements wouldn't be enough to get it.

  But she was damned sure going to get it.

  Mathias had promised things were going to get better, but even he was only beginning to understand what that meant.

  Laying on his back with his fae lover rocking her hips over his lap was both a test of endurance, and unbelievably gratifying. He could barely think, her slick walls sliding over his cock in a tight clutch too good to describe, and all he wanted was to grasp her hips and drive inside harder than she was likely ready to take him.

  So, to distract himself, he reached up to cup her swaying breasts, pinching each rosy nipple with a low groan of pleasure.

  In response, Isadora's back arched with a surprised gasp.

  “Oh … ! Oh geeze!”

  Gritting his teeth in the effort of controlling his urges, Mathias asked, “Is that it, sweet fae?”

  Her expression was pained, though her answer proved it wasn't discomfort that had her brows drawn and teeth clenched.

  “That's definitely it.”

  With those words, she grasped his shoulders for support before moving just a little harder, though her pace remained steady.

  A pleasured groan rumbled through his chest, but despite his preoccupation, he clutched her waist and focused on her movements carefully. So far, she was favoring short, deep strokes, her hips angling back with a roll as they came down.

  The motions were simple, and altogether maddening, though he maintained control—at least until she attempted to move faster, causing her breasts to bounce above him as she moaned his name.

  Mathias wanted Isadora to take the reins and find her own pace, but her exploration was too much. The urge to grab her and hammer between her thighs grew stronger with each dip of her hips, every roll feeding those instincts until he gave in.

  “Oh!” she gasped in surprise, imploring, “Do that again, vampire!”

  Realizing she enjoyed his hard thrust, Mathias slipped a hand up her back to grasp her nape, tugging her down for a kiss before groaning against her lips, “As you wish.”

  At that, he gave into his most primitive urges, driving up between her legs again and again. The sweet friction of her wet walls dragging along his hard shaft brought him pleasure beyond compare, and Isadora's overwhelmed cry only made it better, her body stiffening against him.

  Her reaction made it extremely difficult to remember this was her first time, but if his thrusts were too much, she voiced no complaints, moaning his name on a lusty tone. The sound had him leaning up for another kiss, driving his tongue into her mouth the same way he drove his cock between her legs.

  Their moans mingled, bodies moving together with a fluent rhythm—and physical pleasure was only the start. In every way that mattered, it felt as if they were made for one another, and with each passing moment, the link he'd sensed to this fae all along was growing stronger than ever.

  Some dim part of his mind knew it meant he'd crossed the threshold—without this woman in his life, his heart would never beat again.

  But in that moment, he couldn't consider it, could only focus on Isadora and her sudden exclamation of the words, “I didn't know! It's … it's so good!”

  Good? That word didn't begin to describe it—a daunting prospect considering he was nowhere close to done.

  Finally, Isadora understood the fuss concerning sex, and Mathias had certainly proven her frustration warranted.

  Riding him was more enjoyable than expected, but when the vampire started thrusting so hard, the pleasure soared to unbearable heights, bombarding her with sensation until she thought she'd scream.

  But no matter how good it became, she couldn't get enough.

  The notion left her feeling helpless as he moved, each thrust causing her breasts to drag across his chest, intensifying the pleasure until she was panting and begging, “Please don't stop!”

  At her breathless cry, the vampire growled, “You're close, aren't you?”

  She nodded vigorously, her fingers tangling in his hair as the opposing hand clutched one broad shoulder. Their foreheads met, their bodies moving together as if one knew precisely what the other needed.

  This had to be as good as it got without having an orgasm—and she was so close she couldn't stay still.

  As the thought struck, she perceived his fingers pushing between their joined bodies until his thumb found her clit to strum over it, sending her straight to the edge in a wet rush.

  “Ah! Mathias! I'm … it's so … fuck!”

  At the last, her pleasure erupted, wave after turbulent wave wracking her body, just like before. But this time, the spasms had her muscles clamping around his thrusting cock like a vice, intensifying the pleasure.

  Mathias clutched her body much the same way, shouting her name with his release. Somehow, the satisfied sound of his voice amplified her enjoyment, and she almost thought she could sense his pleasure. But she could certainly feel the hot rush between her thighs as he slammed upward one last time, coming inside her with a low, masculine grunt.

  His body tensed, muscles gone rigid with one arm latched around her lower back as if to keep her still. In turn, her lidded gaze locked on his face, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched for long moments until he finally relaxed.

  Seeing such pleasure in his expression was as gratifying as her orgasm, and Isadora couldn't resist kissing him as if her life depended on it. He'd given her so much more than she could've asked for, and when he returned her kiss in kind, she knew he felt the same way.

  Mathias simply radiated satisfaction, his big hands groping her body wherever he could reach as their kiss drew on.

  In the euphoria of their lovemaking, such attention was maddening, and she craved it, deciding then and there that she'd probably never get enough.

  It was just fortunate that her vampire had much more to give.


  — TWENTY-NINE —

  Not a single word in any language could describe the pleasure Mathias found with Isadora—and yet, despite his utter enjoyment, it felt as if something was missing.

  What, he wasn't sure, and certainly didn't have the focus to figure it out in that moment. With the ecstasy of his orgasm fading, it felt as if ages passed before he even regained the ability to move, let alone think.

  By then, Isadora had distracted him from the matter almost entirely.

  Listening to her breathless moans as she clutched her fingers into his hair and pressed kisses against his jaw was too good to be real. She sounded so pleased, not to mention overwhelmed, a sentiment he shared.

  So why did it feel as if something was amiss? Had he overlooked some integral part of their union? Or was his lingering desire the culprit? Despite the strength of his orgasm, he remained erect inside her, yearning for more of the passion he'd roused in this beautiful fae—and it seemed her mind was on a similar matter.

  At his ear, she rasped the breathless question, “Will it be this way every time?”

  He groaned at the mere thought. By some miracle, an eternity of nights just like this one stretched out before them, and he couldn't resist rolling Isadora onto her back and gazing down at her with a simple response.

  “Let's find out.”

  The sound of her heart thumping wildly hit his ears just as he drove inside her again, locking an arm around the back of her left thigh to draw her leg up. As a result, her hips lifted, allowing him deeper entry, and he took full advantage.

  Thrusting at a demanding pace, he looked down to watch his cock repeatedly impale her with a loud growl. She fit him like a second skin, pleasuring him beyond measure, and judging by her sharp cry of the word yes, he was giving her just as much.

  So he moved harder, driven by primal urges to take everything she offered, and watching Isadora's reactions made it even better. Lips parted and head tilted back, her fingers dug into his arms as she bounced from his hard thrusts.