Page 29 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Her face turns back towards me and she gasps, her efforts failing when she sees how far I’ve let her drift from me. I’m at her side in an instant, helping her regain her leverage and floating once more.

“You’re doing so good, Laurelle.” Her cheeks warm at my praise.

She kicks her legs before lying on her back. The water keeps her body buoyant as I float beside her. The sun has brought more freckles to her nose, and I count them. Saltwater collects on her dark lashes.

“I used to do this before my mother caught us. I’d float in the sun wearing only my shift,” she admits. “I’d dream of a life where I could do this forever—where there were no rules.”

Her eyes blink open towards me. “I never could’ve dreamed you or this place up. Not in a million years.”

My hands find her waist once more and pull her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my hips as we stare at each other. Tendrils of her hair cling to her face, and I brush them back with a claw. Her breasts press against my chest, and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with greediness again.

I want to fulfill her in every way I can. I have to.

“What else did you dream of doing?”

She shifts against me, her pussy brushing my hard cock and eliciting a groan from me. Her dark eyes sparkle as we stare at each other. Wrapping her arms tighter around my neck, her head fits perfectly in the groove of my shoulder. Her mouth moves dangerously close to my own.

“I dreamt hundred of dreams in that pond,” she confesses. “I dreamt of baking enough pies to fill a whole room. Of having a library with a million books. Of being able to paint with an unlimited supply of colors. To count the stars until the sun came up.”

She pulls back, a small smile on her lips.

“Silly nonsense, you see.”

My grip on her tightens. I squeeze her sides until her eyes meet mine again.

“Easily met demands for a faerie king,” I correct.

Her smile is beautiful enough that my chest begins to hurt. Once more, I am renewed with purpose. My queen has given me a list of demands, and I will see each one fulfilled.

Her pussy grazes me once more. The pleasure of being inside of her will destroy and remake me. I will be a new king after filling her with my seed and claiming her as my own. For now, in this moment, it is more than enough for her to look at me like she is. With openness in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips.

To share in her joy and know that I am the lucky male who procured it for her.

I’ll win her smile every day. I’ll be worthy of it. Giving her waist another squeeze, I slide my hands along her sides until she’s breathless and thrashing once more.

“We’d better get started,” I whisper in her ear. “We have a long day of making all of your dreams come true.”

9

LAURELLE

“There,” I say, wiping my flour-covered hands on my smock.

The white powder mixes in with the paint stains already smeared across the front. After we finished our swim in the sea, Emrys took me back to his tree palace and let me wash the salt and sand from my skin and hair. Despite asking him to join me in the tub, Emrys merely growled before kissing me on the forehead and saying he had things to attend to.

I scrubbed away my disappointment—and lust-filled frustration—with a bar of jasmine soap. Once I was dry, I slipped on a new, fresh dress. This one was light pink and silky with thin, short sleeves. It clung to my chest before flaring out to a fuller skirt around my waist.

When the king reappeared, I had just finished twisting my curls away from my face.

Without so much as a word, he merely took my hand in his and led me down the golden hallway. We walked in comfortable silence until we paused outside of a set of double doors. With a wave of his claws, they both swung open and revealed the most incredible sight I had ever seen.

A small room illuminated by a stained glass window opened to let in the fresh smell of the meadow below. There was an easel and an endless supply of blank canvases. They ranged in size and lined the stone walls. Stacks of sketchbooks with pencils and pens were collected in cups beside them.

However, the shelves along the far wall were the most marvelous. They were easily seven feet tall, and I noted a small wooden stool had been provided for me to reach the top. Easily two feet deep, they were filled to the brim with every color imaginable.

Dark purples bled into vibrant teals that turned into hazy blues. Golden yellow, sunshine yellow, and daisy yellow covered another shelf. There were so many colors—some of which I’d never seen before—that my eyes could barely take them all in.

I turned towards Emrys, his dark eyes glowing.

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