Free The Ravaged Fairy by Anna Keraleigh

again to make sure you don’t keel over on the
boat.”
    “My back is fine.” He tried for a calm
carefree tone. The last thing he had time to do was explain his species. Maybe
once they fully grew back, he would return and try to explain.
    “The stitches may be holding but there
could still be an infection.” She reached toward the rim of his shirt.
    “As much as I want to show skin around
you...my back is fine and your Grandmother will be home soon.”
    “I’m just checking you wounds,” she said
but a blush began to stain her cheeks.
    “I’d rather steal a kiss.” He wanted to
steal more than a kiss but until he had time to unravel his guilt, he’d settle
with sipping from those sweet lips. His hand caressed her scalp and gently
gripped her ponytail. Pressing her parted lips closer to his until they touched.
    It was a gentleman’s kiss but not for
long. Thame’s tongue parted and devoured. He greedily ate at her mouth. His
hands drifted down to her hips as she tried to keep up with his wild blend of
lips. “Breena.” It was a whisper as he broke off and drifted down her neck.
Soft, barely touching her skin he traveled down the pale column of her throat
to her creamy cleavage.
    He lapped at the top half of her breast
and with each audible gasp, he shifted closer to the shirt rim. Thame slipped
his tongue beneath the material and found the top of her lacy bra. Her hands
landed on his thighs. Her fingers curled and nails pierced his jeans to mar his
skin. A mark of claiming, he growled and returned to her lips. Pressing
further, pushing harder until her back was against the bed and he lay atop her.
His plans for a farewell kiss had gone completely askew as she kissed him back.
He could feel her hard nipples through their clothing and shifted so his hand
covered one. The peek pressed against his palm and she broke the kiss to gasp
deeply.
    Thame knew he was moving too fast but
couldn’t control himself long enough to let the rational thought penetrate. All
he could think about was Brenna beneath him and the sweet smell of arousal that
filled the tiny room. He groped her breasts, gently as first, letting her get
used to the feel of someone other than herself touching those plump tits.
    “Thame.” Her plea was barely heard
through the fog of lust.
    He slowly lifted her shirt, her stomach
was flat, the flesh unmarred. His fingertips traced a circle around her belly
button as he pushed the annoyance higher. He needed to see her, to feel her, to
touch and taste every inch of Breena.
    “Thame!” Louder this time.
    His tugged the shirt to her neck and gloried
in the view of her breasts. The pink bra barely hid them, a sensual cover where
her nipples pressed tightly against the material. He pulled one cup down to
reveal an unhindered view and by the Goddess herself, a more perfect creature
couldn’t exist. She had pale flesh surrounding a pointed, pink peek. His mouth
watered, his cock screamed and jammed against the zipper.
    Thame lowered and felt the shivering of
her body just as his mouth covered the bud. Her back arched, her moan disastrous
to his plans and her taste was out of this world. She may smell like fresh rain
and desire but she tasted like smooth perfection. He tugged on the bud with his
teeth, worked his mouth and sucked as she bucked beneath him. She screamed his
name, her trembling body convulsing and the sweet smell of hunger clogged the
air. Did she just orgasm? He glanced at her rapid breath, her closed eyes and
then her covered crotch. He was sure as hell going to find out. Thame reached
for her jeans, he tugged at the button just as she gasped and wrapped her hands
around his wrists.
    She was going to protest, he could tell
by the furrow in her brow and the slight frown on her flushed face. “It’s okay,
Breena.” He let the jeans go, she had this hint of fear hiding behind her eyes
that he didn’t understand. It made him stop in his tracks and tighten the leash
on his rampant desire.