Page 35 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

Emrys raises a hand at the tree, and the trunk gently peels open. Its golden bark folds in on its side. A gentle, crunching sound fills the clearing until there is a hole big enough for the two of us to step through.

Emrys takes us through the opening as I stare at my surroundings. The walls and floor are bare oak wood. Inside glows from an unknown light source. Magic, I assume. A few windows are carved along the oak walls of the room. They peer out into the dark night sky.

I’d expected the inside to be more similar to Emrys’s palace—a tree that opens into a swath of rooms—however, we seem to be in a sort of wooden pocket. It is just one simple room carved into this wide trunk. Simple, its purpose clear, and my face warms.

Emrys gently sets me on my feet, and I sag back against his chest.

He says nothing as he takes my hand and raises it up before us. A slight sting tickles my palm, and I watch in shock as the empty space before us is covered in fine silks and over-stuffed pillows. There’s a thick mattress that looks akin to a cloud. The fabrics sparkle in the light, and I know in my heart that I’ve summoned these things.

I have magic—somehow. Part of me wishes to explore this newfound power, but as I watch the final pillows land softly on the bed, I only care about being with my king.

As if sensing my thoughts, Emrys collects me at my waist and deposits me on the bed. Despite the open windows, the inside of the tree is pleasantly warm. The floors and walls seem to pulse with life as if we are inside something living.

Emrys stands before me, his eyes dark and hot. We gaze at each other—our desire stealing our words. His hands skim up my sides, and I let out a soft sigh. My own hands curl behind his neck and yank his face down to mine.

Our lips connect, and the tree around us blazes in a new wave of golden light. My eyes pop open to see what just our simple touch has done. His lips on mine never waver, and I let myself be overwhelmed by his delicious taste.

There is power in here—heady and all-consuming—and I’m happily giving myself over to it.

Pulling him fully on top of me, I shimmy up the bed until he falls between my splayed thighs. Our mouths collide in a frenzy of kisses and bites as our hands tangle together. This kiss is a glimpse, a taste, of our future together. I moan as I swallow it down.

His tongue dances with mine as his claws shred my gown, leaving my hot skin exposed to the room.

Breaking for air, Emrys stares down at my naked body. His claws close over one of my breasts and give it a gentle squeeze. My eyes are heavy as I feel the soft skin of his sides slide against my inner thighs.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper. “How am I supposed to perform this ritual?”

Emry’s smile is all teeth.

“By letting me pleasure you, my blossom. That’s allThe Great Oakdemands of us. Look at what we’ve already done.”

Indeed, the room glows with more golden light. The tree pulses with fresh power and Emrys has barely even touched me.

His lips return to mine, and I tangle my hands in his silk hair. His tongue tastes my lips before gently biting down on my lower lip. The little nip of pain has more wetness slicking out of me. I have to be soaking the silk below us.

Emrys’s mouth traces down my neck. Biting and sucking as he goes, and my toes curl into the sheets. We’ve done this before, and yet it feels like the first time. It’s familiar yet foreign.

Laying open-mouth kisses along my chest, he gently squeezes my right breast before his tongue swirls around my other nipple. I moan as he sucks it fully into his mouth, rolling the hard bud between his teeth. I’m panting as I watch him give my other breast the same treatment.

My body is on fire, and he’s only adding more fuel to it.

His claws skim up the sensitive skin of my thighs before reaching my pussy. I gasp as his claw parts my soaked flesh and gently enters me. My eyes flutter close at the sensation. He’s gentle as he fills me, pumping his finger slowly until my teeth clench. Carefully, he works another finger inside of me, the stretch decadent.

He’s preparing me for his cock, and that realization makes more arousal surge from me. It seeps down my thighs, and I can hear the sloppy, wet sounds his fingers are making as they pump me. Emrys nips the fleshy swell of my breast, and my eyes pop open.

Black eyes sear into my soul.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Laurelle?” he asks. My reply is a moan as he works a third finger into me. “Are you going to let me put my cock in this tight little pussy?”

His fingers still deep inside me. I try to move my hips to get some friction, but his claws pin my hips to the bed.

“Yes!” I cry out. A smile curves his lips as his fingers curl inside me. They brush up against a spot deep inside me, and my stomach clenches. Pleasure sings down my spine, and my groans become more unabashed.

“Even if it hurts?” he asks. “If only for a moment?”

Words escape me as I nod my head. My eyes threaten to close at this new onslaught of pleasure. I’m close, and I feel my thighs tremble along the sides of his hips.

Using his grip on my hips to leverage me, Emrys pushes me further onto my back until my hips tip up. This exposed, I can fully see his fingers—pale green and tipped in black—disappearing into my soaked pussy. Wetness shines on the inside of my thighs. My legs threaten to close, but he hooks his hand under my left knee and keeps them open.

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