Page 21 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

“Come, my blossom. Flood my face with your sweetness, and watch me swallow it down.”

Pleasure races through me, and I erupt. With a scream, my body clenches, and I grind and buck against his face and finger. His finger pumps inside me as I squeeze it. The intrusion is foreign but not unpleasant in the slightest.

I whip my body back and forth and wring every ounce of pleasure from his attention. I feel my come flood from me and cover his face. He doesn’t stop working me until my stomach heaves, and I float back into my body.

Emrys growls and nips my clit one last time. With one final pump of his finger, he eases it out of me and cups my hips once more. Breathing deep, my chest rises rapidly as Emrys slides me down his body. Sweat drips down my neck, and a curl is stuck to my temple.

My cheeks warm as I stare at Emrys. His handsome face is shiny with my arousal, and I watch rapt as he licks it off of his lips.

“Best meal I’ve ever had,” he declares with a wink.

Leaning up, I don’t know what overcomes me, but I run my tongue through my arousal on his cheek. I taste myself mixed with his salty sweat and moan. My mouth hovers over his and I’m dying for a taste of him.

Emrys groans but merely shakes his head.

“Not yet, my blossom.”

“You don’t…want to kiss me?” Old insecurities sour my stomach.

“Laurelle, of course I do.” His eyes are earnest. “I want to do more than just kiss you, but I can’t. Not yet.”

“Why?” I ask, my voice sounding wounded.

“I—” My rumbling stomach cuts him off, and his white brows lower. “It doesn’t matter now. Let me feed you, my blossom. I must tend to your needs.”

I want to protest, but after what we’ve just done together, I feel relaxed, and I want to be close to him. I want to let him take care of me and keep me safe.

His arms lift me from the bed, and he sets me down gently in front of one of the wardrobes. Opening the heavy doors, he shifts through the barrage of hanging fabrics until he selects a simple blue silk gown. Lifting it over my head, he lets it slide down my body. I watch as his hands go to his pants, and I turn, not sure if I’m ready—or trust myself not to jump on him—to see the cock he’s kept concealed from me.

Instead, I wander over to the vanity and find a wide toothcomb, a pot of hair cream, and a ribbon the same color as my dress waiting for me. I smile as I begin detangling my hair. It takes a few tries, but I manage to secure my curls into a loose braid and secure it with the soft ribbon. Flinging it over one shoulder, I look at my reflection.

Something is different about me, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Emrys approaches from behind me, his hands resting on my bare shoulders. The dress is only held up by thin straps, and the heart-shaped neckline shows off the tops of my breasts.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes darken. “And now I know from first-hand experience, the sweetest.”

My cheeks fill with color even as I rise from the chair and turn to shove him.

“You have a filthy mouth.” I try and fail to sound chastising. My voice is far too breathy.

“A filthy mouth?” His mouth presses against my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “You didn’t seem to mind when you were grinding your needy clit against it.”

I giggle and shake my head.

“You are incorrigible.”

“And you are delicious.” His lips press against the side of my head. “Come let me feed you.”

Taking my hand, he leads me from the room before I pause.

“Wait, do I not need shoes?” I ask, looking down at my bare feet. The grass stains from last night have mysteriously disappeared. I glance towards Emrys’s naked feet before meeting his amused eyes.

“There’s no need for shoes in my realm.”

That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve heard in my entire life.

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