“Always.”

I hastily began to undress, only to be stopped by a firm hand. “Allow me.”

He proceeded to strip me, and oh, it was such an erotic sensation. It wasn’t just the way his fingers brushed my skin, but the way he teased and tasted each newly revealed piece of flesh. By the time he slipped my panties from my hips, I was quivering with need and as wet as hell. Then his fingers slid over my clit, and all I could do was groan and arch into him, wanting, needing, more than just that too-brief caress.

I reached between us and stroked his erection. “I need this,” I growled. “In me. Now.”

He made a low sound deep in his throat, slid his hands down to my butt to lift me, then pressed my back against the door. A heartbeat later, he was in me, filling me, liquefying me. I groaned in sheer pleasure and wrapped my legs around his waist, but despite the desperate, aching throb, didn’t immediately move. There was something very perfect in the press of our bodies and the heat of him deep inside. I’d had other lovers—hell, I’d been with Mathi for nigh on ten years, and he was as close to perfection as a light elf could ever get—but sex was very different with Cynwrig. It felt real. Promised more.

Then his lips claimed mine, and thought disintegrated. He began to move, gently at first, then with more urgency. Delicious sensations washed through every corner of my mind as desire merged with need and swiftly became a wave of utter pleasure that would not—could not—be denied. I gasped, tightening my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer, wanting it faster, needing absolutely everything he had to give. Then my orgasm hit, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, as wave after glorious wave of pleasure rolled through me.

He came a heartbeat later, a low groan torn from his throat as his body stilled against mine and his heat flooded deep inside.

For several seconds, neither of us moved, then he sighed and captured my lips, kissing me gently. “Just to confirm things here, you are fully protected against pregnancy, aren’t you?”

I laughed and released my grip on his waist. He immediately lowered me to the floor.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “Like you, I want to find the right man before I even contemplate children. And given the dearth of suitable pixie men in this goddamn shire, that could be centuries away.”

He grinned, caught my hand, and led me toward to the party-sized bed. “I can’t say I’m sorry to hear that. It gives us plenty of time to fully explore each other’s sexual desires.”

“It does indeed,” I said sagely. “Shall we start with a voyeuristic one? I’ve always had this thing about windows...”

It was close to two in the afternoon by the time we headed back downstairs, and the storm had well and truly swept past, leaving the streets clean and gleaming.