Page 36 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Being this exposed, I wait for shyness or shame to steal my pleasure, but it doesn’t. I want him to see me like this—to know that all of this is because of him.

“Use your words, my blossom,” my faerie king growls.

“I want—I want?—”

Words are hard when his fingers are fucking me this good. They work that secretive spot inside of me over and over again until my peak is just within reach.

Then his hand stills once more, and I let out a frustrated growl. My eyes blaze fury into his. Emrys merely smirks.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll continue.”

“I…” With my pleasure so close, I let the truth of my heart spill free. There’s no reason to hide anymore. There never was any reason. “I want you fuck me. Make me come—first with your fingers so I can lick them clean. Then I want your cock inside of me. Stretching me and filling me with your seed until it seeps out of me for hours, like you promised. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”

His fingers hook inside of me as he growls.

“Be my first,” I cry, pleasure barreling towards me. “Be my only.”

A warm, wet tongue licks my clit, and my whole body erupts. I arch clear off the bed, my muscles clamping so tight around his fingers that I fear I may break them.

I feel my come seep from me and soak his hand as he continues to pump me through my climax. It soaks my thighs—the smattering of curls covering my pussy. Still, my king doesn’t stop as he wrings more pleasure from my body.

My muscles were tight, and now they are decadently languid. I feel like I am floating. Aftershocks of pleasure make me shiver and gasp. Faintly, I am aware of Emrys pulling his fingers from me. I open my heavy eyes to meet his gaze.

It’s filled with affection and lust. He extends his hand towards my mouth and smears my release on my lips and chin. Clasping his large hand in mine, I suck his finger into my mouth. I taste myself and his skin. Moaning around his finger, I gently nip at the tip of his claw.

His eyes grow wide as he growls.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Suck me. Taste yourself and understand the delicious treat you are.”

I feel him shift between my thighs as I move on to the next finger. Emrys tosses something behind him, and I realize a moment too late it’s his pants.

His finger leaves my mouth with a pop as I feel his cock push into my entrance. The tip is round and smooth. Glancing down, I get my first real look at his cock, andGreat Oak spare me…

It’s massive. Slightly darker green than the rest of his skin. Thick and already dripping with milky white seed at the tip. That wetness, mixed with my own, helps him glide just past my entrance. He’s barely inside of me, and I already feel full. His hand traces down my chest, giving my breast a gentle squeeze before cupping my hip.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice is barely audible.

I nod my head as he shifts his hips slightly forward. The stretch and burn are great. I force my eyes to stay open as I watch his thick shaft part of my wet flesh. He’s not even halfway in. His cock is a blessing—and also my greatest adversary.

“Words, Laurelle. I need the words.”

Pressing up on my heels, I slip more of him inside of me with a strangled moan. My hands find the muscular curves of his backside and give a gentle pull.

“Take me. I was born to serve only you. A vessel for your pleasure.”

With a strangled groan, Emrys goes to slide inside me more, but I’m impatient. Using what little strength I have left, I haul him the rest of the way inside of me. There is a pinch of pain—the feel of him stretching me is not without discomfort. Yet, I don’t shift away. If anything, I drag him closer until our chests are pressed together. Opening my legs wider, I let his hips become flush with mine.

His breathing is ragged as he stays still inside of me, allowing me to adjust to his great length. My hands skim up his back and tangle in his hair. Emrys lays kisses on my forehead. His lips press against the tip of my nose before working their way down my neck. His deep voice murmurs praise with each kiss.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Perfect. Your cunt was made for me. Tell me you’re okay, my blossom.”

His eyes find mine—concerned etched on his face. I cup his cheek and give him a gentle smile. Our lips press together, and my heart overflows with emotion. This is perfect. It’s beyond anything that I could’ve ever imagined. Those old novels I used to read are nothing compared to this. The feeling of him inside me is beyond words.

And I want more.

Looking him in the eye, I break our kiss and say against his mouth, “Fuck me.”

The command is simple, but it unleashes my faerie king.

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