[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 | Post 06 - "I Can't Let You Leave Like That" - (w pictures) (Patreon)

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Eric POV - Ref Book 4 Epilogue 2/3?

Resting back on my palms and with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed, I watched Nathaniel dress. His pants slid up his thighs and over the rounded contour of his behind. He pulled on his shirt with an effortless motion, covering his muscular shoulders and I twisted to get a better look—the travesty of it. Nimble fingers pressed the buttons into place, neatly folding down the hem, although the buttons strained against his chest like underpaid workers. He needed to visit the tailor again with all his continental training, but I liked the tight fit.

“Nathaniel,” I called, gesturing him to me when he turned.

“What do you want now?” He answered as he came to me. 

When he was within my reach I dragged him closer by the waist until he was between my legs, earning myself a devilish smirk from the man. “Behave yourself,” he warned, setting a hand on my thigh in perhaps the least helpful way I’d ever experienced.

“You know I can’t let you leave looking like that. Someone will try to steal you,” I announced it as a fact.

“Is that so?” The undertone of smug amusement tickled my irritation, and I began untucking his shirt. 

“It is. Now you don’t need these clothes anymore. Take them off.”

“I’m expected at the meeting,” he chastised, but made no move to stop me. 

“Cancel it,” I yanked his shirt free and began unbuttoning his pants. 

Nathaniel gave a small chuckle, pushing me back before I could finish removing the offending fabrics. “What would the council think if I go cancelling meetings on a whim?” He crawled on top of me, pinning me with his knees either side of my waist, and his hands over my wrists. His hair fell forward, brushing my forehead as I arched toward his lips. 

“I think they’d understand,” I breathed. 

The soft contour of his lips found mine and I turned to putty in his hands. His touch vanished the faint tension headache that had been forming as each of my muscles relaxed. My clothes came off like wet paper and my legs closed around his waist as I pressed against him. I whimpered quietly with need, fighting his hold to get to him.

“Nathaniel,” I rubbed my hips against him impatiently. “I want your cum dripping out of me.” 

“What a shame I have to go,” he squashed me into the mattress with his weight as he teased me. 

I wrapped my legs tighter to secure his company, “I’ll take it any way you want.”

“Any way I want?”

“Yeah…” 

His free hand slipped between my legs to touch me and I groaned deep in my throat. He rubbed up and down my length, pressing his thumb against the underside of the tip until I started to twitch. I thrust into his palm gently. It was an automatic reaction from my hips seeking pleasure, but he pulled away before I could finish. 

“Calm down, don’t be hasty~” he taunted, pressing his middle fingers inside me instead. 

I exhaled a ragged breath, “I hate it when you tease me like that.” 

“You said, however I liked, didn’t you?”

The Fae nibbled my lower lip, and my mouth opened for more. He accepted the invitation, kissing me as if he intended to devour me while pushing his fingers in up to the third knuckle. I shuddered involuntarily when they pressed upward toward my stomach. 

Pleasure permeated through my lower abdomen and I panted a sigh. “Enough–… enough…” I breathed, struggling against his hold to free my arms. “Let go, let me…–” 

He silenced my whining with one motion, thrusting into me to seal our embrace. I panted a sigh through my teeth with his pressure pushing a radiating pleasure into my lower back. The sheets rustled in time with his thrusts and I took all of them, groaning his name when he kissed my throat. If the earth stopped spinning I wouldn’t have noticed. 

Above us, the spinning pendulums jiggled on their threads with the rattle of the bed frame. It was slowly getting more creaky, the bolts becoming loose from overuse. That’s mostly my fault… I want to do this with him every time he looks at me, or speaks, or stands too close—his quickening pace fractured my thoughts and his hand enclosed around me again. Running up and down at varying pressure along the length until I was gasping for air.

I finished in his gentle fingertips and rolled my hips into it. He gave a breathy groan, shuddering with satisfaction as a burst of his cool genetic material filled me. Two pumps later, it dripped out of me like a bun overfilled with cream and my chest heaved. I kissed him with desperate, deep longing.

“Stay–” I panted, “Please… please…”

“Turn over,” he countered softly, “I want more.”

I tried, but only got half way before he pulled my hips back to his again. His impatience sent butterflies through my stomach, and I braced myself on my forearms as best I could while his fingers dug into my hips, dragging me into position for him. He kissed between my shoulderblades and up my spine.

When he reached my shoulder I twisted to kiss him and he paused to indulge me. Kissing me more softly than I deserved, he slowed his pace to more gentle thrusts. I could have dissolved for him. 

“Am I too rough?” He spoke against my lips.

“No,” I assured. I wanted to be connected like this for an eternity.

His arm snaked around my waist. “Good,” he thrust deeper and I saw stars as pleasure spilled into my abdomen.

By the time we were finished, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and Nathaniel stayed on top, still pulsing inside of me as his weight held me in place. He kissed my neck and throat, leaving the indentation of his teeth on my skin. I readjusted, mostly to move out of the puddle of drool I’d made when he was rearranging my insides.

“You didn’t have a meeting today, did you?” I sighed, realizing I’d made a fool of myself.

“No~” He confirmed with a sly smirk.

I snorted, “Fine. Then you had better stay ‘connected’ with me like this, until I forgive you for lying.”

“That’s not a problem.” 

I survived on the possessive sound of lust in his voice like a starved house plant. “Control freak…” I murmured, half heartedly.

“Needy brat,” he breathed against my skin, and I shuddered involuntarily.

With him like this, I was better or worse, but all his and glad for it.

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