Page 17 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

“Be careful, my blossom, or I’ll take you right here in the middle of my subjects.”

I wait for her to shove me away, to say I’ve gone too far, but she doesn’t. Instead, she shivers before twisting around to face me. Her eyes are wide with lust, and her cheeks are rosy and gorgeous. Her hands intertwine behind my neck, and she pushes up on her toes. My hands remain on her waist, stroking her warm skin through the fabric.

“Really?” she asks softly. Her lips are so close for the taking.

“Would you like that? To have the others watch as I lay claim to your little pussy?”

The old Laurelle has been eradicated. That question would’ve had her fleeing and calling me a disgusting beast. This Laurelle, my queen, only lets out a soft moan. Her hands thread through my hair, and she rubs her hard nipples against my chest.

“I’ve,” she pauses and licks her lips, “always been curious about these types of things. I never let myself explore with anyone—I never felt safe to. But now…I want to.”

“With me?” I must hear her confirm it.

She nods before wrinkling her small nose.

“I sound absurd, don’t I? Hours ago, I was about to be given to a cruel prince, and now I’m telling the king of the faeries that he makes me feel safe enough to be pleasured. Is this some trick? A game?”

My hand cups her cheek, and I shake my head.

“No trick, my blossom. You desire me as I desire you. There is nothing to fear or be ashamed of. I will keep you safe, always.”

“That’s the thing,” she says. “I don’t even know what to desire. I used to have some idea before, but now I?—”

“I’ll show you,” I growl. “Everything. Things even your human mind couldn’t dream up. Pleasure will be pulled from your body. You’ll beg me to stop because you don’t think you can take anymore, but you will.”

She lets out a sweet moan and yanks my head down towards her. Tilting her face up to meet mine, I should kiss her. Should make good on my promise to take her right here and now.

Yet, I won’t.

Not after she just revealed to me the depths of her innocence. I won’t allow her first time to be witnessed by others. In the future, if it’s what she desires, then I’ll fulfill her in that way, but not yet.

For now, I opt for the second-best option.

Without warning, I scoop her into my arms and turn us away from the crowd. She makes a noise of protest but clings to me nonetheless as we leave the meadow. With my arms under her knees and along her back, I gaze down into her lovely face. Exhaustion dances in her gold-flecked irises.

“I think you’ve had enough fun with the faeries for one night,” I say, rounding down a corner until my palace comes into view.

“Wait! I want to dance more. And you! I thought we were going to?—”

My grip on her tightens as I growl through my teeth. She’s too tempting for her own good. Passing through the wooden archway of my palace, I race us down the tile floor until we reach the furthest back bedroom.

This palace felt so empty before. Now, with Laurelle in my arms, it glows with new life.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” she asks bluntly.

I can’t conceal my surprise at her direct question, and my steps stumble.

“That’s not a very ladylike question,” I chastise.

Her smile heats my blood as she gives a gentle shrug.

“You’re the one who said I was no lady.” Biting her lip, she glances down. “And you said you’re the only one who gets to touch me.”

We make our way into my bedroom. Even though I want to keep her locked to me, I gently set her on her feet at the foot of my bed. It can easily sleep ten full-grown humans. The sheets are made of the softest silks, and the pillows are stuffed with goose feathers. If she hates the gold and green color scheme, I’ll get rid of it.

Whatever she wants, I will always make sure she has, except tonight.

“Be sure, my blossom, that I would claim you tonight—all night.” She moans at my words, taking a step closer to me. “But that sip of faerie wine has lowered your inhibitions. I want you to have a clear head the first time we lie together.”

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