The tension built again, and my body kept closing down around him with flashes of pleasure, hovering on the edge of orgasm. His fingers kept moving against my clit, sharp spikes of pleasure adding to the building ache deep inside of me, and I couldn't stop making small desperate sounds with every drive of his body. It was so much, a staggering pleasure that kept coiling tighter and tighter, and yet Dain didn't let it break, using his cock and fingers with as much skill as I had ever seen him wield with a sword.

He slipped into a faster pace, something switching in him, so that he started fucking me with an edge of desperation, chasing the pleasure. Dain yanked my hair back, making me arch and thrust my hips back against him with a cry of pleasure, and I heard him snarl again, a growl deep in his chest.

"Come again for me, Leah," he demanded, his voice harsh and full of desire. "Come on my fae cock, mortal girl."

Dain paired the command with a hard press of his fingers and sharp drive of his hips, burying himself into me to the hilt, and I came for him. Everything in me let go, the heated pleasure filling my whole body and gushing out of me as I cried out, every part of my body flooded with the incredible ecstasy of coming on that fae cock my Dain drove into me.

His guttural cry filled the air as he slammed deep inside of me, his shaft pulsing against my core as the heat of his come filled me. Dain came hard, his grip on my shoulders almost bruising, his body shaking from the force of it, the hot press of his cock inside me demanding all of our attention. I whimpered as he flexed inside of me, his fingers still pressed hard against my clit, and Dain growled and snapped his hips forward to make me clench down again around him, then lessened the pressure of his fingers, circling them lightly as he led me back down.

At last, panting, Dain bent forward and planted a kiss on my back, then untangled his fingers from my hair and pulled out of me with a low groan. He set my feet on the ground and I promptly sat down, my wobbly legs not up to the task of holding me up. Fuck, if this was "easily defeated," I was really going to need to step up my game.