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Sinful Surrender
Liam’s POV
Her “yes” hit me like a jolt of pure magic, a giddy rush that buzzed through my veins. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, painting her skin in a soft, ethereal glow. The clearing around us was hushed, the only sound her breaths mingling with the chirping of crickets. Damn, I was smitten. And maybe just a little bit feral.
She was a vision in that gossamer white dress, the fabric clinging to every curve, every dip and swell a silent promise of delights to come. I’d been devouring her with my eyes all night, every stolen glance fueling a fantasy that was about to become reality. Up close, her scent was intoxicating, a mix of wildflowers and a whisper of ancient magic, a reminder that she was more than just a mortal woman. A scent that truly sent my senses reeling. She’s finally mine.
I cupped her face, fingers tracing the line of her jaw, the delicate shell of her ear. Her skin was like warm silk under my touch, her cheeks flushed with excitement. This woman was going to be the death of me, in the best possible way.
Her eyes, those deep pools of starlight, held no hesitation, only a smoldering desire that mirrored my own. I could taste the anticipation on her breath as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers in a teasing whisper. “Ready to see what a Fae can do, love?” I murmured, my voice a low purr against her skin.
A gasp escaped her lips, and I took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. She tasted of moonlight and sweet fruits, her lips soft and willing under mine. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer as I delved deeper into the kiss. Forget centuries, I could spend an eternity with this woman.
Her hands roamed my chest, igniting a fire within me, a hunger that demanded to be fed. Our bodies pressed together, a symphony of heat and want. I could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart against mine, a primal drumbeat that urged us on – and I was the drummer.
Oh, this was going to be a night to remember. “Hold on tight, darling,” I whispered against her lips, “tonight, you’ll experience the raw, untamed passion of the Fae. I’ll show pleasures you never even dared to dream of.”
I took a step back, my eyes devouring her form with the hunger of a man lost at sea. “Perfection,” I breathed, “and about to become even more so.” A wicked grin tugged at my lips. “Trust me, my dove, you’ll never be the same after tonight.” With a smirk, I let my tunic fall to the forest floor, followed by my trousers. Standing proud and naked before her, I drank in the sight of her wide-eyed surprise. Desire warred with a flicker of apprehension in those mesmerizing blue eyes.
“Right here, Liam?” she whispered, a delicious mix of shyness and eagerness in her voice.
“Right here,” I echoed, my voice low and suggestive, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind already.”
She bit her lip, a nervous habit I found utterly endearing. “I didn’t expect… this.”
I chuckled, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her arm, enjoying the way her breath hitched at my touch. “Don’t overthink it, love. Just let go.” I leaned closer, my voice barely a whisper against her ear. “Show me all of you, Kate. I want to see what you’re hiding under all that pretty white fabric.”
With a shaky breath, she nodded, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her gown. I watched, mesmerized, as the whisper of a dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like a discarded cloud. She stood before me, bathed in moonlight, her body a masterpiece of curves and shadows. A surge of possessiveness, hot and fierce, coursed through me. Tonight, this breathtaking creature was mine.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I closed the distance between us, my hands finding her waist and pulling her flush against me. Our bodies met with a jolt of electricity, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my own. I felt her shudder at the contact, her breath raspy and uneven.
“You’re exquisite,” I murmured, my lips ghosting over her ear. “A goddess made flesh.” My hands roamed her back, reveling in the silky texture of her skin. “And tonight, you’re all mine.”
Then, she surprised me. Her hand slipped between us, fingers brushing against my already hard cock with a feather-light touch. A shiver of surprise and pleasure danced down my spine. Her touch was hesitant yet curious, tracing the contours of my arousal with a tenderness that sent jolts of pleasure through my body and nearly brought me to my knees. I arched into her touch, my body shuddering in response.
I groaned, my voice strained from her attention. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
A playful smirk curved her lips, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and desire. “Just returning the favor,” she teased, her fingers continuing their tantalizing exploration.
Her touch was both gentle and firm, each stroke and caress igniting a deeper hunger within me. I could feel my control slipping, my body responding eagerly to her every movement. She traced the length of my shaft, her fingers lingering at my sensitive tip before slowly moving back down, drawing a shuddering breath from my lips.
“Gods, Kate,” I groaned, my hands gripping her waist more tightly. “You’re driving me crazy.”
She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that made my heart race even faster. “Good,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “That’s exactly what I want.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. With a sigh of need, I captured her lips in another searing kiss, my hands exploring every inch of her body. Her touch continued to tease and torment, pushing me to the brink of madness with each delicate caress.
But it was not enough. I needed more. I needed to feel her, to taste her, to lose myself in the depths of her desire. Breaking the kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers, my breath ragged and heavy. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with raw desire. “Now.”
She nodded, her own breath coming in short, heated gasps. “I want you too,” she murmured, her eyes locked in on mine.
A shiver ran down Kate’s spine as my fingers trailed lightly down her neck, her chest, her stomach. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the tremble of anticipation coursing through her body. I trailed my lips down Kate’s neck, planting soft kisses along her collarbone. She gasped as my lips found her nipple, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bud.
Her hands clenched in my hair as I sucked and nibbled on her breast. I could feel her arousal building, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Moving lower, I pressed kisses along her stomach, my lips tracing a path of worship across her skin as I knelt before her like a devotee before a goddess.
Kate’s breath hitched as my lips brushed against her inner thighs, my tongue tracing delicate patterns on her skin before my teeth gently grazed her thigh, leaving a fleeting mark as a promise of the pleasures to come.
Rising slightly, I hooked my hands behind her knees and lifted, causing her to gasp in surprise. I stood with her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to a soft patch of grass, gently lowering her onto her back. The cool grass provided a welcome contrast to the heat between us as I knelt above her, my eyes locked onto hers, ready to claim her fully.
I began my playful exploration anew, roaming her body like a map to explore. Then, finally, I reached my destination, my lips hovering just above her slick, swollen folds. The scent of her arousal was heady, sweet, and utterly intoxicating, making my mouth water with anticipation.
With a low growl, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking out to taste her. Kate cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my mouth as I explored her with my tongue, every moan and gasp spurring me on.
I teased her mercilessly, alternating between soft, sensual licks and firm, demanding strokes, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Her moans filled the air, her hands grasping desperately at the grass beneath her. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening with every flick of my tongue.
Feeling her nearing the edge, I withdrew slightly, letting my breath tease her throbbing clit. Kate whimpered in frustration, her eyes dark with need. But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
With a wicked grin, I infused my fingers with my Fae powers, channeling my magic into her body. Instantly, Kate’s back arched off the ground, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as pleasure consumed her. Her cries were music to my ears, her body writhing beneath me, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
But I wasn’t content to simply watch. Leaning down, I captured her lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue dueling with hers as I plunged my fingers deeper inside her. My fingers curled, finding that sweet spot inside her that made her cry out, her nails digging into my back.
Kate moaned into my mouth, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. “Liam,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need.
I withdrew my fingers, trailing them up her body and teasing her nipples before kissing her deeply once more. Kneeling between her legs, I positioned myself at her entrance. As I rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance, fleshy yet impossibly slick, I knew there was no turning back. I could feel the wetness of my precum mixing with her arousal, creating a slippery, tantalizing friction. My cock throbbed with each pulse, a staccato of my excitement.
I could feel her heat radiating from her, luring me inside. Looking into her eyes, I searched for any sign of doubt, any hesitation. But all I found was desire, burning bright and unyielding.
“Are you sure about this, Kate?” I asked, my voice thick with need and almost pleading. “Once I start, there’s no turning back.”
Kate nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. “I’m sure,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want this. I want you.” She lifted her hips towards me, pressing her entrance harder against my arousal, slowly easing my tip inside of her. The sensation was exquisite, the tight warmth enveloping me, urging me deeper.
With a predatory grin, I pushed forward, my cock sinking into her velvety heat. We both gasped at the sensation, the feeling of fullness, of completeness, overwhelming us both.
I began to move, slow and steady at first, savoring the feeling of her tight walls clenching around me. Kate’s moans filled the air, her nails digging into my back as she urged me on. Her body responded to mine, her hips lifting to meet each thrust, her breath coming in short, heated gasps.
“Damn, you feel so good,” I groaned, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. I wanted to make this last, to savor every moment of being inside her. But the sensation was too intense, the pleasure too overwhelming.
I felt the tension building in my loins, a familiar urgency gripping me, but I knew I had to hold back. Kate’s pleasure was my mission, her climax my ultimate goal. With every fiber of my being, I slowed my rhythm, each thrust calculated to bring her closer to the edge.
The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock, coupled with the intoxicating heat radiating from her depths, threatened to push me over the edge. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as they prepared to release their load.
Adjusting my angle, I aimed my cock upwards, seeking out her G-spot with precision. “You want it, Kate?” I growled, my voice dripping with desire. “Beg for it.”
She moaned in response, her body arching against mine. “Please, Liam,” she gasped, her voice filled with need. “Please fuck me harder.”
I grinned, relishing the power I held over her, the control I exerted with each thrust. “Louder,” I commanded, my tone demanding, authoritative. “Beg louder.”
And then, it happened. I felt her walls tighten around me, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice, her cries of pleasure filling the night air. It was a symphony of desire, a melody that set my blood on fire. “Fuck, you’re tight!” I groaned, my voice strained with pleasure, as she clenched down on me after her first orgasm.
I couldn’t help but grin as I watched her writhe beneath me, her body awash in waves of pleasure. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I wanted more.
With a surge of exhilaration, I lifted her leg over my shoulder, driving into her with renewed vigor. “That’s it, Kate,” I groaned, my voice thick with lust. “Scream for me.”
Her moans echoed in my ears, fueling my desire, driving me to new heights of passion. I wanted to possess her completely, to lose myself in the ecstasy of our union.
I watched as her head thrashed from side to side, her hair splayed out like a halo. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on her flushed skin, her eyes wide and glazed with pleasure. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of burning fire that only heightened my arousal and her breasts bounced with every thrust, the nipples hard and begging for attention. I couldn’t resist, leaning down to capture one in my mouth, sucking and nibbling as she cried out.
I felt her shudder beneath me, another orgasm building, and I knew I was driving her wild. My hips moved with a mind of their own, pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. With a primal growl, I redoubled my efforts, fucking her with a ferocity that bordered on madness. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wet, slick noises of our coupling, filled the air around us, mixing with her moans and my grunts of pleasure.
The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat between us, the breeze caressing my sweat-slicked skin as I fucked her harder. Her body arched off the ground, pressing closer to me, taking me deeper with every thrust. I felt the telltale tightening of her inner walls, the way her pussy gripped me like a vice, signaling her imminent release.
“Come for me, Kate,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Let me feel you.”
Her body obeyed, her back arching off the ground as she screamed my name. With one final, savage thrust, I felt her walls clamp down around me, her pussy squeezing me so tight it was like she was milking every drop of cum out of me. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with the force of it, and I felt her juices flooding around me, soaking us both. My own orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsating as hot streams of cum mixed with her juices, flooding her depths with my release. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment of release unlike any other.
Leaning over her, I gasped for breath, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild drum. As I gazed down at Kate, her face flushed and eyes heavy with pleasure, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before me. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess, each strand a whisper of the passion we had shared, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps that matched my own. She’s even more beautiful in ruins.
I chuckled, a thrill running through me at the thought that I was the cause of her blissful exhaustion. “You wear your pleasure well, my love.”
As I eased out of her, my cock tender and sensitive, I caught my breath at the sudden emptiness. Kate writhed beneath me, her body gripping me in disappointment as I withdrew. “Take it easy, my dear,” I whispered, my voice filled with allure and playful teasing. “Your eagerness is delightful, but there’s no need to rush. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I relished the sight of her sprawled before me, her skin glistening with sweat, her eyes glazed with passion, and her lips swollen from her fervent nibbling. Traces of my fingers lingered on her soft flesh, evidence of my fervor as I’d taken her. Bending down, I placed tender kisses on the marks, expressing regret for any roughness.
“Seems like you enjoyed yourself,” I murmured against her skin, my lips brushing over the reddened imprints. “Don’t worry, I can be gentle too… sometimes.”
Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile curving her lips. “You call that gentle?” she teased, her voice hoarse from her cries.
I chuckled darkly, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “I suppose not,” I replied, my voice low and sultry. “But I think we both know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Kate’s laugh was breathless, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, her fingers trailing up my arm.
“And you love it,” I countered, capturing her hand and bringing it to my lips. “Now, rest. We have all night, and I’m far from done with you.”
I kept my promise, tormenting her throughout the night, shattering her over and over again with pleasures she probably had not even dreamed about before. The night was a symphony of moans, gasps, and pleas for mercy – music to my ears, really. I pushed her to the brink and then over it, again and again, until she was a quivering, blissful mess in my arms. Honestly, I’m not sure she knew what hit her.
As the night wore on and just before the first light of dawn began to paint the sky with hues of pink and gold, she finally begged for mercy, unable to take any more. A tiny part of me was almost disappointed – the night was just getting interesting. But even a Fae can appreciate a well-earned rest.
Holding her close, her scent mingling with mine, I felt a strange warmth spread through me. Was this… satisfaction? Contentment? Love? A chuckle rumbled in my chest. Three hundred and seventy-five human years, and it took a mortal woman to make me feel… well, I wasn’t sure what I felt. But it was definitely something new. And as we drifted off to sleep, her body curled against mine, a single thought echoed through my mind: The world can wait. She’s got a lifetime of pleasure to catch up on.
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