Page 37 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

His hips pull back before thrusting inside of me. The force is strong enough to have my breasts jolting. His hard cock fills me completely and presses up against my womb. He’s so deep and wide, and if there was any question that I was meant for him, they’re quickly done away with. I shouldn’t be able to take him like this, but I can’t get enough.

As if we were truly crafted to become one.

“Yes!” I scream as he thrusts into me again. “I have to have this forever. I can’t live without it—without you.”

“I’ll never deny you a thing.”

He pulls out of me until only the head of his massive cock remains inside me. My moan catches in my throat as he tosses my legs over his shoulder and shifts our angle. When he pushes inside me again, it will be even deeper, and anticipation tightens my muscles.

“You’re too tight, too perfect.”

“Impossible,” I whine, trying to sheath more of him inside of me. “Please,please, give me your cock. Don’t deny me the one thing I want the most.”

With a strangled groan, he plunges deep inside of me. My hands cover his as he holds onto my hips. The sharp pricks of his claws only heighten my pleasure. I hope they leave behind a mark.

Mercilessly, he fucks me. His thrusts are hard yet gentle. Our bodies slap together in a symphony of sweaty, sticky skin. It’s indecent, and it’s exactly as it should be. I feel our hearts beating in time—our souls being threaded together. His earthy scent overwhelms me, and I taste it in the air.

“Look at how greedy you are for my cock,” he says. “This little cunt is soaking me. It knows who’s laid claim to her. Who owns her for the rest of eternity.”

“It’s yours. Just as I am,” I pant.

“Greedy girl. A human man could never have given you this. Isn’t that right?”

“Never!”

“Only me. Only this cock can truly satisfy such a sweet pussy.”

His hips smack into my ass, causing my body to slide up the bed. My hands sink into the silk sheets and curl into fists. My moans are sloppy and loud. Lifting my legs from his shoulders, he folds them together before twisting my bottom half onto its side. Sliding into me once more is deep and tight. My king easily steals my breath.

“Emrys,” I moan, my muscles tightening once more.

My eyes find the open window and gasp as I take in the glowing bodies there. The faeries and sprites watch through unblinking eyes. They lounge on the open window and float on their gossamer wings.

Emrys thrusts into me, and a moan slips past my lips. The sprites cheer in a flurry of glowing bodies. Should I be embarrassed that they’re watching? I’m not. In fact, I enjoy their eyes. After having to hide myself for so long, claiming my desire and freedom so openly heightens my pleasure.

My faerie king cups my knees and pulls them open. Our hips meet as he fucks me over and over again. His mouth lands on mine as he tastes and teases. His claws roll and pinch my nipples.

“Do you enjoy them watching?” he asks. My cheeks warm, and I nod.

His hand travels between my legs as he traces the tip of his claw around my clit. He smirks and shakes his head.

“Only naughty girls are so wanton in public.”

Pleasure calls to me. My peak is so close I can taste it.

“I want to be naughty,” I admit. “Only with you.”

His smile is pure male confidence as his mouth meets mine again. His tongue licks over my lips. I open my mouth to let him in as he slams his thick length into me over and over again. With each thrust, he claims a piece of my soul for himself.

Pulling back from me, Emrys says, “They want to watch the completion of the ritual. Should we allow them?”

Biting my lip, I nod my head. Golden light pours from between our connected bodies.The Great Oakseems to swell with each slap of our flesh.

Quick as lightning, Emrys shifts our positions once more. I protest as he pulls out of me, and my back lands against his chest. With his legs hanging off the edge of the mattress, he lifts me onto his lap. My knees rest on either side of his thighs.

His claws grip my chin and tip my face forward. My heart races as I watch the glowing figures fill the entryway and windows. Their eyes stare at us—rapt and undivided.

“Give them a good show, my blossom,” Emrys urges.

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