He held my soul only a moment, and then he started feeding it back to me, but he fed it back to me slowly, erotically. I felt his soul as it searched mine, inside of me, until I was once again completely whole. He was showing me the difference, and the power he held right now. The power I would soon hold. He was showing me everything I feared about being Fae, and I was glad he’d showed me this when he didn’t have to.
“What is your name?” he asked gently, watching me.
“Syn,” I whispered, relieved but glad he had shown me what I could do if I pulled at someone else’s soul.
“Who do you want?” he asked quietly, his hard golden eyes reaching in to caress my soul, and reassure it.
“You.” I whispered the single word with absolute conviction. I smiled, and bit my bottom lip to hide the grin that was forming.
“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, and began to move faster between my legs until I had no choice but to hold on and allow him to intensify my need. I rocked against him and watched as the gold of his eyes circled the black obsidian color, taking full control of it.
“That’s it, take what you need,” he encouraged as I did what he said and I fed, pulling in the energy he was giving off, feeling it fill and strengthen me. The Fae had not been playing with words when they said that sex was the best way to generate emotion—it was pure untainted energy to us. I felt his magic pulsing to life, and the pressure came again. Only, this time—I felt it everywhere, kissing my flesh, suckling my breast, nipping at my skin, and then it was there, hot like a mouth licking across my clit until I could no longer contain the scream that tore from lungs as I exploded with him.
I was still trembling from the release when he placed me on my side, and he started moving with that delicious friction again, and this time he fed. He took what he needed as though he were savoring every bit and storing up for a marathon. Somewhere, between him coming, and when I joined him, everything changed. I began to fade in and out of awareness and only saw and felt what was happening in glimpses. One moment my mind would blank, and the next moment, what we were doing would crash into my consciousness in blaring color and surround sound. I tasted blood, and knew instinctively that it was Ryder’s, and that I’d taken it from him, and he’d allowed it several times.
It hadn’t been violent, and he’d exploded inside of my mouth, feeding both of what I had craved. He was primal in his need to dominate, and yet gentle in doing so. He was unlike anything I had ever known, or would again.
His magic felt as if every single inch of my body was being explored at once. Even as I explored his, his magic touched mine in places no one else had ever been allowed to.
Ryder was in control, and yet he allowed me to believe I was. He encouraged the hunger and challenged it with his own. He was an enigma, gentleness mixed with his need to dominate, and yet he held back from it. He took his time to ensure I felt everything he could give, and yet I could feel him holding something back. He was ensuring that I felt no fear, that I felt treasured, and I wasn’t sure how to process it. I was sinking in quicksand and, for once—I wasn’t afraid of it.
*~*~*~*~*Ryder*~*~*~*~*
She’s so fucking beautiful. Her will and strength define her, but her beauty comes from within. I held her soul inside of me and wanted to keep it. To keep it, and feel her inside of me forever. She has a moral compass most people would die to be able to have.
She moves against my cock, and I purr, like a fucking kitten. She undoes me unlike no other woman ever has. Those sweet noises as she takes me inside her body; the look that fills her eyes as she’s stretched for more. Unfucking believable. Every time I think I have her figured out, she changes. She’s like a puzzle with missing pieces.
She grinds against me and, I help her. I send my magic out to kiss and lick her gently on every nerve ending until I watch her shatter over me, pulling that scream of absolute pleasure from her lungs. “That’s it, Pet. Fuck, that’s so good.”
She moans louder as I feel her juices slicken across my cock. So wet, so sweet, as she rides me again, already hungry for more. Her eyes glow beautifully, exotic as the woman they belong to. Her supple body rides me again, allowing me to lay back and watch her as, once again, I send my magic out to nibble on her high tipped nipples, and suck her clit. Fuck, she undoes me, she isn’t afraid of my magic now. She’s undone by it.
She purrs as the magic wafts across her skin, kissing her neck and filling her lips as if my cock was pressing against it. I could fill her entire body with a single thought, but, right now, I just want to watch as she undulates on my engorged dick. Her body trembles against mine, sending her scent of need through my entire being.