Page 27 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Laurelle’s eyes close as she lifts her face to the sun. A single bead of sweat glides down her forehead, and my tongue is eager to taste it. I have to dig my hands into the sand to keep from grabbing her. My blossom tortures me in the best way.

“My mother never let me sit in the sun this long,” Laurelle says, breaking me from my salacious thoughts. “Thought it would age me prematurely.”

I chuckle. “Never fear. The faerie world will keep you just as you are now.”

Lifting my hand from the grand, I gently trace a claw down her graceful neck. Snagging on her collarbone, I savor her sharp inhale.

“Besides, wrinkles or not, you’d still be the most beautiful woman in existence.”

My claw slides over her soft shoulder and underneath the delicate strap of her dress. With a gentle push, it slips off her shoulder. I quickly give the other one the same treatment. The two green straps rest against her upper arms, and while I’d love nothing more than to continue until her breasts are bare, I don't.

“Tan lines,” I explain at Laurelle’s raised brow.

She smirks and shakes her head.

We remain quiet on the sand for a long time. The rushing of water and the gentle calling of birds lull us both into relaxation. The sun overhead soaks into my bones, making my muscles loose. I inhale the saltwater and Laurelle’s scent and feel nothing but peace. The worries and stress of my kingdom are gone—there is only her.

I watch Laurelle through heavy lids. Her face is flushed, and sweat beads along her temple. It glides down her neck and soaks the top of her gown. She fans the back of her neck, even as she continues to bask in the sun’s warmth.

“You can take your dress off,” I offer.

Even with her eyes closed, she smiles at my words. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“No need to play demure, my blossom.” I lean closer to her side and whisper the words near her ear. “I’ve already tasted your sweet pussy, and you all but begged me to fuck in you in front of everyone gathered in the meadow.”

Her golden-flecked eyes slide to mine.

“You were very kingly in the way you put a stop to my wanton advancements.”

My smile is all teeth.

“My resolve is stronger than most. Even if your temptation was more than I could bear.”

Her face turns from me but I softly grip her chin and force her eyes back on me.

“You don’t have to hide. Any part of you from me. My desire for you is evident and unending. You can revel in it without worrying that it will dissuade me or that it may tempt me to go farther than you’ll allow.” I squeeze her chin. “You are the only thing that matters to me, Laurelle. You decide the pace between us. Whatever you wish to give me, I am more than eager to have.”

She considers my word, her head tilting to the side. I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly before lifting her small hands to the top of her dress. With one smooth motion, the silk slips down her body, baring her breasts. She tugs it the rest of the way and pulls it off at her feet.

I suck in a breath. I’ve seen her naked—and tasted her sweet flesh just this morning. However, it’s like seeing her for the first time. Her skin glows as she meets my gaze. I nearly come in my pants at the defiant look she’s giving me. Free and confident.

Her breasts are perfect, round, and more than a handful. Her hips flare before tapering into her shapely thighs. Her nipples harden under my gaze. My eyes only dip lower to her pretty little cunt hiding between her legs.

Taking the dress from her, I lay it on the ground beside us. I shed my own pants, wanting to be as naked as her. Waving my hand, I motion for her to lie atop her dress while I fall to the warm sand beside her.

Stretching beneath the sun, my mouth waters as I take in every line of her body. I count the freckles on her cheeks and chest. A small smile curves her mouth as she rolls onto her front.

“This feels very wicked,” she sighs, her ass thrust into the air.

My cock hardens, rising up to brush against my stomach. Her eyes drift there, her flushing face the only indication that she’s pleased by what she sees. That and her deepening scent. If I reached between her legs, I knew she’d be soaked for me.

Skimming my claws down her soft skin, I trace the indentation of her spine. Goosebumps break out along her flesh as she sighs.

“Is this okay?” I whisper. At her nod, I continue.

I trail my hand lower, over one cheek of her ass. I give it a gentle squeeze as her thighs clench together. Not trusting myself to get any closer to her wet flesh, I double back and run my claws up her side.

Laurelle lets out a breathy giggle and squirms away from my touch. A soft laugh escapes my lips, and I brush up her side once more. She groans and flails her legs.

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