“Thorne,” she murmurs. Her clothes disappear, and she lets out a surprised gasp before I silence her with my mouth on hers. I run my hands up the curves of her body until they cup those irresistible tits, fingers pinching her nipples as she moans into my mouth. “I lose control of my magic around you,” she breathes out. “I don’t even remember willing my nightdress to disappear.”

“You can poof away your clothes any time,” I huff out before ripping my own pants off. When my length presses into her, Laurel’s eyes darken with a hungry lust. “Put my cock in your dirty mouth, witchling,” I command, and she obeys, moving her body with fae speed to switch our positions and bring her lips to my shaft. She licks up the column, and I moan. When she takes me deep in her throat, I nearly come, but resist, unwilling to finish without her. My hands weave through her tantalizing hair, guiding her up and down in a steady rhythm.

She nips the top of my cock with her teeth, sending shivers through me, and I can’t wait another moment to be inside her. I guide her body to rise and sit on mine, groaning with pleasure when I enter her.

“Fuck, witchling,” I murmur, but she only smiles, devilish with glee. She moves slowly up, letting me inch out of her at an agonizing pace, then slams her body back down with her own moan. Repeating the motion, I crawl closer to release with every dip, knowing she does too. When I get dangerously close, I will my light to stroke her in the hard and fast circling I know she likes, and she lets out a feral scream that undoes me. We roar our climaxes together.

When she drapes her body over mine in satiated bliss, breasts tickling my chest, I harden inside her again. We’re on the balcony suddenly, and plants creep their way over the railing to bind her hands behind her back. Confusion flashes over her features briefly before disappearing as I suck her nipple into my mouth and nip it lightly. We’re exposed here on the balcony, and a fae with particularly strong eyesight could see her naked body from a courtyard or terrace of the castle. The thought makes me irrationally protective. Mist gathers around us, shielding our bodies from view. Thank the aether for Laurel’s magic. Within the hazy fog surrounding us, I take my time worshiping her. I kiss between her breasts, up her throat, nipping her ear in a way that makes her shiver with satisfaction.