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the side of his face.
Their dreamy illumination caught and refracted in his eyes and gleamed back at
her like a promise. His skin held darker shadows that lured her closer.
    When she reached for him though, he caught both her wrists in
one hand to still her. “Let me see you,” he murmured.
    She squirmed a little under his intense regard. “There’s not
that much to see. The phae may be physically more
diverse than humans, but we were all drawn from essentially the same well.”
    “I want to see you ,” he emphasized.
“To be sure…”
    “This is what I want.” She spread her wings to either side,
making a lure of her own, an irresistible soft landing. “I want you.”
    Supporting himself on one arm, he cupped her jaw and leaned in
for a long, lingering kiss.
    “I want that,” she whispered against his mouth. “And more.”
    With a sudden flex of her wings, she rolled them.
    He caught the edge of the mattress before they fell. “There’s
more where that came from. Much more.” With both his hands free, he roamed her
body, reshaping her flesh with each stroke of his fingers, each lap of his
tongue.
    And somehow, through her skin, he loosened her spirit too, made
her soar where her wings had never taken her, urging her toward an elemental
release unlike any of the magics she’d known.
    She gasped, her whole body flush with sensation. Her breasts
plumped for his caress, and her nipples drew almost painfully erect. The
tingling that rang like silent bells through her depths echoed the ache until
her hidden folds wept for his attention.
    But when she looked down, his face was as severe and remote as
that brief moment on the beach when he had frightened her. He was holding
something back. But why?
    She touched the chiseled edge of his cheekbone. “Don’t worry,”
she whispered. “No consequences, remember? The perfect one-night stand.”
    “What if I wanted more?”
    When she tried to draw back, he tangled his fist in the
pendant. The chain tightened at the back of her neck, not biting—not yet—but a
tightening snare. “I don’t have anything more. I am nothing more. Just a dream, gone with the morning light.”
    His jaw clenched, the muscle flexing against her palm. “That
sounds like something a fairy would say as a tease.”
    “It is not a tease. It’s only the truth. See? I’m touching
you.” She eased down against his chest, loosening the pendant’s restriction. The
brush of her thighs over his didn’t smooth his expression, though. If anything,
he clenched harder, all over.
    She brushed her cleft down that most rigid of muscles at his
center. The jerk of his hips was a truth too, despite the furious set of his
mouth. She dipped her head and nibbled at his lower lip. “We have to take what
we can, while we can.”
    “Definitely spoken like a fairy. La bella
dame sans merci. ”
    A cold draft of disquiet swept through her. From the chill of
his words, he seemed almost too familiar with the transgressions of her kin, and
the haunting words of Keats’s poem felt uncomfortably close to the truth. “I
didn’t mean—”
    “You did mean it. You were touching me, remember?” In one
powerful heave, he flipped them again so he was on top, pinning her with his
knees between her thighs. “Take it then. Take what you want.”
    “Vaile…” Despite her weak protest, she wound her legs behind
him. The nudge of his erection made the trailing edges of her wings curl inward
as every part of her body made a welcoming nest for him.
    His hand worked between them to part her folds, slick with
wanting him. The play of his touch made her arch and gasp, and still he held
back, making her want and want and want until she thought she would unravel.
    She clutched at his biceps, her knees drawn high, while he slid
first one finger then two inside her. She writhed against him, a cry caught
between her teeth. This is what it must be to come Undone.
    He tilted his head back, the pulse of anger in his throat