Hes rising while i stare mesmerized the tables turned

He’s rising while I stare, mesmerized… the tables turned, the predator
becoming the prey…
He pounces on me. Rolls me over onto my stomach and slides his
fingers through my wetness, moving them back up to slather my clit with
my arousal. I nearly come on his fingers, thighs trembling. My pussy is
quivering, spasming, craving fullness.
When he rams his cock inside me, I’m gone. I fly out of my body and I
soar into the clear night sky, into a void of bursting stars that spatter my
skin with scintillating light.
He’s driving into me, groaning and grunting helplessly with every
thrust—every sound I’ve wanted to hear from him. He’s fucking me,
fucking me hard—the King of Faerie buried in my heat, driving himself
wild inside me.
When he comes, I feel the heavy pulse of his orgasm, and his warmth
filling me up.
Once his curse breaks, I will make him pump me full of his release
every day. There will never be another man for me; no cock but his. My
body knows it, screams it, shatters around him again as he keeps thrusting.

When my second orgasm hits, Lir bellows in shock, and I scream.
My world is whited out in a blaze of sublime ecstasy.
It’s like rising on the crest of a wave that never ends, that just keeps
climbing, and glittering, and arching higher and higher in the bright glare of
the sun.
And then it’s over, and I manage to inhale. I forgot to breathe while it
was happening—that erotic, divine, insane peak we just achieved together.
Slowly, shakily Lir draws himself out of the suction of my pussy and
keels over on his stomach beside me, huffing through the blissful aftermath.
“Was that—” I whisper.
He nods. “The Chosen bond.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Indeed.”
“I love it. And I love you, and I will love doing this forever. Especially
when your curse is broken. Which should be today, yes?”
“Today.” He closes his eyes briefly, his palm sliding over my skin as if
he loves the feel of it, as if he can’t get enough of me. “It will be dawn
soon, and we’ll have to leave. You should rest until then.”
“We could sleep a little,” I suggest, wriggling closer to him. “And then
we could—do this again.”
“I love that plan.” He brushes back my hair with his fingers and kisses
my forehead.
But then he frowns and sits up, tilting his head as if to catch a sound.
“What is it?” I sit up as well—a difficult feat since the climaxes have
turned my muscles to jelly.
“I’m not sure.” He rises from the bed and takes a step toward the tent
flap, still listening.
His handsome face pales, his features stiffening with sudden alarm.
“Louisa, get up. Get dressed.”
“What? Why?”
“They’re coming. The Unseelie.”
“You can hear them?” I gasp, hastily pulling on my clothes.
“Yes. The thunder of hooves, the stamp of beast-mounts, the tramp of
booted feet—all of it blended, shaking the ground. Some distance away
still, but coming nearer.” He hitches his pants into place, fastening the
buttons.