Ribbons of light hold me down but also stroke across all my sensitive areas. Thorne rubs circles on my clit with one hand, the other absentmindedly caressing every inch of my exposed body. The pressure builds and builds, and when he thrusts a wide ribbon of light inside of me and has it stroke the exact spot that I like, I erupt. With a scream, the tension crests in me, and every muscle in my body clenches in pleasure. The room shakes around us, and anything metal not bolted down hovers in the air. The mist in the room intensifies, and a bright light flashes. It’s not until the tension slowly releases from me that I realize the brightness was me, lighting up like a beacon in the night.

I take deep breaths, slowly trying to come back to myself after what may be the longest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Thorne doesn’t release me, slowly stroking my clit once, twice, my entire body jerking at the pleasure. When I finally collapse against the sofa, every muscle in my body limp, he lets my hands drop to my side and sits next to me.

“I told you it would electrifying,” he says with a smirk and a wink.

Hawthorne

Scholars, historians, and religious leaders alike have written volumes about the Prophecy of the Promised Thayarian Queen. There is much interest in understanding what the “powers of old” refer to. Some believe it to be a reference to the old gods, others believe it refers to a time when the fae were more powerful. But no topic is as hotly debated as the fated love the prophecy promises.

A Brief History of Modern Thayaria

Laurel lays on the sofa, her smooth, milky flesh flushed with satisfaction. Her body still glows with a soft light and her hair floats around her with magic, like she’s hovering in the air. It’s ethereal, otherworldly. She looks like a goddess, and she finally let me worship her in the way I’ve ached to since I first laid eyes on her. The months of bone-deep need to get under her skin, to unravel that collected demeanor, finally ease, though only slightly. I have a feeling it will take months or even years of seeing her come undone to finally soothe that desire to a burning ember. But it will still burn, no matter how many times we’re joined.