When my body stopped shuddering and my back was able to bend from the rough curve it had clenched into, I found myself staring at him helplessly.

"What was that?" I queried.

"That, Sweet Thing, was only the first of many I'll give you." He looked over my head as he spun me again. "So, many..."

And as he turned me again, I stared at him in horror because despite my certainty that I could keep from plucking up even the merest bit of food in honor of my sweet Jason, I was now very sure that I had no hope of keeping the Fey King from possessing me until the morning.

He grinned and his gaze brightened on my face. "Ah, there it is...Now you know."

"Know what?"

"The surrender is there, in your eyes." I noticed there was some heavy accent to his words. As if the human language was foreign to him. But it wasn't any accent that I knew.

He's utterly exotic. Inhuman.

***

He dipped me backward in the dance and there was an explosion of bedding as I fell into his giant bed. Nearly spanning an entire room.

Though I was sure he'd catch me anywhere I landed on it.

"I can't." I objected wanly. "Jason..."

"Jason isn't here." His face was between my breasts. Lathing his way down my sternum and kissing wetly along my ribs as if he were tasting me.

Like I'm the precious morsel.

He licked the underside of my breast and trailed it up to latch his mouth over my nipple. Tossing the blankets back around his shoulders.

I couldn't even remember him taking off my dress. But I recalled the sound of ripping fabric.

Was that him tearing my clothes or me, his? I was almost too terrified of the answer to remember. But I was so dizzied by his touch that it was nearly as if I was intoxicated. What was happening to me seemed to go in and out in fragments. The haze of pleasure was nearly overwhelming.

My hands had wound through his dark hair. Feeling the silky thickness and tangling in it as I clutched him to me, desperately. As if I was afraid he might stop.

Please, please stop. I thought. Because it was becoming increasingly obvious I couldn't gain the willpower to stop him.

His hands were everywhere. Touching me in slow swirling caresses that left me panting.

The more sounds I made, the more fevered his touch became.

"I'm going to possess every corner of your flesh." He kissed up my neck. "Fill your holes until every part of you is yearning for me."

The truly terrifying part was that I was certain he was right.

***

"Jason..." I murmured.

"Your 'Jason' isn't here, Sweet Thing." He showered kisses from one side of my neck to the other and down my body.

His lips felt like satin. His hands followed the curves of my hips to reach beneath me and scoop my buttocks. Guiding my thighs open as he drew me to him.

I'd never felt so many sensations at once. Heat, his hands which seemed to be everywhere, smooth lips touching my most intimate places.

His knowledge of my body exceeded my own. He knew every place to kiss or caress that set me on fire.

He leaned his pelvis forward and I felt the heavy weight of his member dragging along my crease.

I gasped and gripped along the bedding. Searching for something to hold onto.

To anchor me to reality.

***

His fingers slid from beneath my ass cheeks to touch along my entrance, rubbing in circular motions.

"Please!" I begged.

"Please, what, Sweet Thing?"

"Stop! Please stop." I gasped.

"The wetness of your body tells me you want otherwise." He continued his ministrations. Working his nimble fingers as he looked at me steadily. "Is that really what you want?"

I wanted to nod. But despite all my commands, my body wasn't cooperating.

"Could you imagine..." He caught one thigh and guided my leg with a sweeping caress to fold over his hip. Flattening his palm on the outside as he dragged it more roughly back up the length to reach my hip, side, ribs and breast. Palming it as he pressed me down.

He did the same with his other hand on my other leg as he slowly, methodically leaned over me to whisper near my forehead. "if I stopped now. If I left you like this, walked away before you were filled, left you yearning and wanting." He kissed my bangs lightly. "I could you know, if that's what you really want."

He moved lower so he could look in my face, waiting.

I was mesmerized by his green flecked, brown eyes and perfect features. His skin was smooth. Shimmering nearly gold in the flickering light of the nearby fire. Which danced over his flesh. His lips were swollen and hungry. His gaze nearly starved as it roved over me.

I could physically feel how ravenous he was. His deep desire to take me. To feel my wetness wrap around him and my body suckle his as I took him in.

I was panting in short breaths. Just trying to breathe. I was drowning in sensations.

In his need.

And I could do nothing other than fulfill it.

I lifted my hips to him as an offering. "Take me?"

He grinned, slow and evil. And he jerked forward and glided into me in one smooth thrust.

***

I yelped. Reaching to grab his shoulders with biting nails as I felt my body abruptly open for him. Swallowing him in. Tiny fragments of me giving way to make a path for him until he wholly filled me.

Entering me before I could object.

Before I could think.

Of Jason.

My poor Jason.

"There will be others." He whispered against my cheek as he rhythmically moved into me. "Other men who will," he groaned in pleasure. "want you, feel you. And offer themselves to you. Jason will not be your first." He leaned up to grin at me.

Because that is now clearly him.

"Nor will he be your last."

But that seemed almost ominous.

Like a threat that he will be my last as well.