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temperature of the water, heating the pool just enough to dissipate the chill.
    At the subtle change, an extended tremor racked Naeme’s body. She writhed and shuddered, moaned and gasped.
    Time for him to harvest the ecstasy sowed.
    He changed the basic chemistry of the water, not quite solid, but no longer liquid—firm enough to support them for what he had in mind.
    Baylor crawled up between Naeme’s thighs, sat back on his heels and hauled her up so she straddled his hips.
    She let out a surprised yip when he claimed her mouth. When she didn’t evade the kiss, he deepened it with a possessive savagery he hadn’t realised he was capable of. He seldom kissed a woman. Sex was a necessity like consuming food. Kissing indicated a desire for a deeper connection.
    Face to face, life-sustaining breath mingling, rife with their Fae essence rarely shared with a lover, they’d become intoxicated with need for each other.
    Yes, he wanted that with this maddening, elusive Fae woman.
    He gripped her curvy ass, heaved her up to set his cock at her entrance. He pushed her down on him, felt the walls of her pussy separate and close around his cock.
    Naeme’s irises glowed like emeralds. She pressed her breasts to his chest.
    Sheathed in her to the hilt, he held her in place, savouring her moist heat, her snug pussy embracing his cock. A stark, almost unbearable pleasure raked over his senses. It blinded him to everything but what he felt in Naeme’s arms.
    Naeme wiggled and the channel holding him tightly rippled around the length of his cock. “As delicious as you feel planted in me, I must have you stroking deep inside me to douse this fire blazing through me. Make me burn, Baylor, as if I basked in the sun.”
    “I do believe some begging is in order.”
    She tsked. “We’ll see who begs.” Naeme clamped her hands on his shoulders and gave him a wicked grin that could only mean trouble for him.
    She clenched and released her inner muscles, which had him jerking his hips in the rhythm of the pace she set. He gritted his teeth and rode the wave of bliss.
    Unable to help himself, he eased her up and down, not enough to make her come but enough to push back his oncoming orgasm.
    “By the Goddess’ tits,” he groaned.
    “Give me my release, Baylor.” Her voice was a husky demand. She played her hand over his nape, his shoulders and down his spine where she sank her nails into his back.
    “Beg me.” He pulled her flat against his chest.
    She shook her head.
    “Stubborn wench. You won’t this time, but you will someday.”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Who am I to stop you from trying?”
    Baylor threw back his head and laughed full with the joy of being vitally alive. He gripped her hips as the effervescence of a true blending of the body, the soul and the magical overcame them. Their cries of completion rang out like a concerto for all to hear.
    It was a night of myth and miracles. For the time of the Greening was about to begin and there was nothing more wondrous in nature.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Naeme pressed her sweat-dampened breasts against Baylor’s unyielding chest. She felt revitalised, warmed to the core, as she hadn’t been in a long time. Resting her head in the crook of her lover’s neck, she clasped his shuddering body to hers. His grip on her hips was unyielding. His distended cock pulsed inside her. The mystical attributes that made them fairies roiled and expanded.
    “Look around us, Naeme.”
    She stirred with reluctance and glanced over her shoulder. Sparks danced in the air like dust motes. “It’s a wonder to behold. All it proves is that our mating will be fruitful. If I agree to your claiming, we might kill each other.”
    “With pleasure.” He flexed his hips to thrust his point home.
    A spear of bliss shot through her like a starburst. “Hmmm, tempting. But you are in Titania’s service and she is a possessive mistress. I’d rather not incite her wrath again. I