"Issac.... what are you doing?" Maxi sounded frustrated yet there was a pleading edge to her voice.
Her shy Fae - he definitely wasn’t shy anymore - was not moving, which meant he was watching her and she bet Isaac was proud to have reduced her to this state. Maxi gritted her teeth, swearing to return the favor once she was free.
She felt his hands on her body and yelped when she was suddenly flipped over on her back again. Maxi was relieved to see his face once more but the dark cloud on Issac’s face suggested that he was not done with her.
"What now?" She panted when he drew closer, her lips panting in anticipation of his touch.
He threaded his hand into her hair, curling around the nape of her head, tilting her head, and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. Maxi sighed, opening her eyes that had unconsciously closed on their own when he made no further move.
Darkened blue eyes bored into equally dark amber ones and she opened her mouth and said, "I thought you were trying to prove a point."
Almost immediately, Issac slid his lips over hers and she moaned. Warmth coiled in the pit of her belly and she opened up to him impatiently as if he was water and she was parched. Issac devoured her lips as if he was at war with it and she moaned, her only regret being that she was unable to touch him.
The pleasure coursed through her and Maxi wished she could dig her hand into his hair and that her legs were free so she could wrap them around him and ground into him, relieving herself of the tension between her legs.
The spanking from earlier aroused her and while Issac was shockingly a damn good kisser, it only stroked the flames burning inside of her and Maxi was so horny that it hurt. So this was what it felt like to have blue balls? Guess there was a first time for everything.
As a powerful dark Fae horse shifter, Maxi had always been the dominant one in bed. All she had were flings and orgies, and they were all for her gratification. The few relationships she had over the centuries were ill luck and always ended up in a disaster. Either the one she loved died while trying to protect her or she killed them when they attempted betraying her.
Apparently, being a horse shifter, and a dark Fae at that, was a very big deal. Anyway, what’s the point? In one word, it has been a while since she let a lover get close enough to conquer her in bed. But her instincts welcomed Issac and she was going to see how long it lasted.
A sharp pinch on her nipples roused Maxi back to reality and she moaned into his mouth, Issac swallowing the sound. He possessed her mouth, their tongues entangled in a fierce dance while his hand molded her perfect breast and squeezed.
"Fuck!" Maxi had to drag her mouth away and cry out her pleasure, sucking in the much-deprived oxygen at the end.
She moaned as his lips skimmed the column of her leg while he messaged both of her breasts, testing their lovely weight in his palm. Maxi felt like her core was on fire, she needed a release and it didn’t seem to be coming anytime soon.
Fine, if Issac gave her what she needed, she promised to never tease him again. She would collect in on the favor. It’s not like she could hold back after this eye-opening experience. Her shy Fae was ripe for plucking.
"Oh fuck, Issac!" She whimpered when he took her puckered nipples into his mouth and sucked it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the poignant pleasure that raced through her, writhing beneath him and tugging on the bind hard.
Yet the rope didn’t break and Maxi cursed her bad luck. What she would do to him if she wasn’t bound! She would straddle and ride him till he begged for mercy. She would fuck his brains out.
Issac lifted his head to give her a cruel smirk.
"Issac no...."
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