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him by the hair.
    “What?” Laughter rose up and he raised his head to meet her eyes.
    “Earlier...I was obsessed with biting you...I started to think...”
    He couldn’t help it. A deep chuckle rolled out of him, and she threw one arm over her face.
    “Oh never mind.”
    Loving her would be so easy. As natural as breathing, as the magic that flowed in his veins, and the wind in his mane. She squirmed to move away, grumbling under her breath, and he stilled her by gripping her hip with one hand.
    “Where are you going? I’m hungry.”
    The first taste of her cream addicted him. He started at her entrance and went all the way up and over her clit, then licked both labia with the flat of his tongue. Each swipe brought more of her juices to him, and he couldn’t get enough. He tongue-fucked her and circled her ass with the wetness from her pussy. She gasped and jerked, but when he did it a second time she twined her fingers in his hair and cried out in pleasure.
    In slow degrees, he penetrated her ass as he fingered her pussy and sucked on her clit. Her moans grew louder, the grip on his hair tighter, more insistent. Finally, a shudder rippled through her, and she creamed on his hand as she came. He kissed her clit.
    “I like hearing you come. But I think you can be louder than that.”
    “What?” She lifted her head and stared at him.
    With both hands, he gripped the gown at the side hem and popped the seam up to her armpit. The tiny strap snapped, and he tossed the length of fabric to one side, revealing her curves fully.
    “Manannan is going—”
    Her words cut off on a deep groan. He closed his mouth over her clit and finger-fucked her hard, curling his digits and exploring her until he found her G-spot.
    “Ah!” Her hips bucked up hard, and he feathered his fingers over her, using his tongue and teeth until she came again, screaming over and over. “Ian.”
    He didn’t stop until she lay limp, her muscles twitching weakly. “Now, that’s a beautiful sight. I like hearing you yell my name. I’ll have to make you do it again.”
    “Huh?” She cracked her eyes open and blinked a few times.
    There was nothing more pleasing that seeing a woman knocked senseless with sex. Moving up her body, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and kissed each before burying his hands in her hair and tipping her chin up to claim her mouth for a kiss. The slick folds of her pussy teased him as the head of his cock tunneled between them and nudged at her channel. She gripped his shoulders and sighed into his mouth.
    With a careful, measured thrust, he seated the head of his shaft inside her. Their eyes locked and he moved forward again, waiting while she wriggled and adjusted to him.
    “That barbell in your cock...I think it was your best idea ever.” Pleasure hazed eyes reflected his face back to him.
    “I’ve had a few decent ideas. Here and there.” Rotating his hips in a semi-circle, he twisted one of her nipples, a deep satisfaction sucking him under when her eyelids fluttered closed.
    Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “I think you’re going to ruin me for any other man.”
    He lowered his head until their noses touched. “Good.”
    Territorial possessiveness overtook him, and he slid the rest of his length into her, unable to wait any longer. For the first time in his long life, every single inch of his shaft was inside a woman, and he trembled at the new, intense sensation. The walls of her pussy cradled and tortured him at the same time.
    He bracketed her face with his arms, slid out slow, and back in again swift and hard, angling his hips and dragging his cock over her clit.
    “Is that good?”
    Frown lines deepened on her forehead, and she whimpered, her breath leaving her lips in explosive puffs with each forward pulse. He pushed her legs up and out, holding them beneath her knees, and she muttered sweet, dirty expressions in the Fae language.
    Oh she liked that. He moved even