Page 20 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Emrys’s smile is all sharp teeth as he says, “Your body knows who it belongs to. It’s mine to praise, to punish, and to pound. That’s what you wanted, after all. That’s what you begged me for as you rubbed your little wet cunt on me last night.”

My face burns at his crude words but I only nod my head.

“Yes,” I sigh, “please take the ache away.”

His lips skim over my forehead as we strain against each other.

“As king,” he says, “I expect to be awoken each morning with breakfast.”

That breaks through my lust, cooling it for a moment. Shame threatens to overwhelm me as I remember once more that I am his prisoner—at the very least, his subject. I guess some things about royalty don’t change. We are all meant to serve them in the end.

Shifting slightly back from him, I try to hide my disappointment at his abrupt change in personality.

“What would you like to eat? We had cooks while I lived at home. I can make a few dishes, but nothing?—”

I let out a squeak as his claws sink into my hips, and he pulls me up his body. Planting my knees on either side of his head, his soft hair tickles the skin of my inner thighs. In this position, my naked body is exposed to the morning light. The urge to cover myself never comes as my hands come down on the wooden headboard to balance. Looking down, Emrys’s black eyes sparkle while the bottom half of his face is dangerously close to my molten center.

My breath catches as he presses his face against me. His nose inhales deeply, and I feel his groan permeate his chest.

“This is the only thing I’ll need to eat for the rest of eternity.”

I don’t get a chance to respond as he gives me one thorough lick. My hands grip the headboard even tighter, and I hear the wood creak beneath my hands. The taste is gentle and exploratory. My thighs clench on either side of his head.

Pleasure sings down my spine at the realization that he wasn’t commanding me to be his servant but that he wished to give me pleasure. I’ve heard about this act from the pages of my novels. I had a lady-in-waiting who whispered about it once and said it was nice but not all that pleasurable.

Her partner must’ve not known what he was doing because this is the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. Even the fleeting times I touched myself over the years don’t compare. Emrys licks me once more, and I moan, thrusting my breasts forward. His hands skim up my sides and cups one in his hand. He rolls my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

My curls stick to my back as I through my head back.

His mouth works me over and over again, lick after lick and bite after bite. With broad strokes of his tongue, he focuses in on my clit before licking back down to prod at my entrance gently. It’s not long before my hips are working in time with his movements.

“Delicious, my blossom,” he growls against my feminine flesh. “Too delicious for mere mortals. Has any man ever had a taste?”

My thoughts are scattered as he continues licking me, but somehow, I manage to find my voice.

“Never. Only you.”

“Good girl,” he states, his claws sinking into my ass once more. The hint of pain only heights my pleasure. Working my hips, I grind against his face. His nose bumps my clit as he tastes my entrance against and again, swirling his tongue around the whole.

“Look at you, riding my face for all that you’re worth. Tell me what you’re feeling, Laurelle.”

“I—I,” I murmur, swallowing against the pleasure racing down my spine and pooling in my stomach. “I feel free.”

“What else?” Emrys demands.

I whip my hips against him as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My arousal makes it easier to glide over his face. The wet, sucking sounds of him working me only enhance my pleasure. Despite the soreness in my legs, I could stay in this position forever and let him feast on me.

“Pleasure. I feel so much pleasure I could burst with it,” I admit.

“Good girl,” he praises again. I preen at his words. “My perfect blossom, do you want to know what you taste like?”

“Yes,” I moan, my stomach tightening.

“You taste like sunshine and sugarplums. This pussy is too sweet and perfect. I’ll guard it from anyone who seeks a taste of their own. From anyone who seeks to even smell you.”

His hands slip from my ass to underneath me. One claw dances around my entrance while his mouth returns to my clit. He swirls it inside of me once, twice, and on the third time, he eases it inside of me.

“Emrys, please, I?—”

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