Page 66 of A Bargain with the Fae King

“Who says I’m teasing?” I join him under the covers, leaving just a few inches of space between our naked bodies. Well, his naked body and my barely clothed one.

This close, I can’t keep my hands to myself. He’s just too damn inviting. I trail them down his chest to the ridges of his stomach. The muscles tense and tighten. A faint growl rumbles from his throat.

“Roll over,” he grates.

I give a mock pout but do as he asks. Strong arms encircle me. Delicious warmth seeps into my back where it’s pressed against his solid chest.

“My delightful little human.” His palm splays across my stomach. Breath tickles my neck. “Does this mean you’re no longer bothered by my age?”

His thumb grazes the sensitive skin under my breasts.

I squirm against him, savoring the touch and feel the unmistakable nudge of something both soft and hard against my upper thigh.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” The hand teasing my breasts slides down to rub lazy circles around my belly button.

I gasp as his pinky finger slips under the edge of my panties before retreating again. Another circle has his hand sliding lower, a second finger venturing under. On the third slow rotation, his hand halts below the fabric. “Do you want me to stop?”

No. Never. “Please don’t.”

I relax my hips and part my legs ever so slightly in invitation.

When he doesn’t move, I rub against the bulge behind me. A knot of desire tightens the friction between us. I nearly whimper when his fingers finally advance to find the wetness between my legs.

His hand halts. His body goes rigid.

“Riven?”

“You really do want me.” He’s almost breathless with wonder.

I angle my head just enough to see his wide-eyed, awed look in the moonlight filtering into the room.

“Yes.” I gasp.

He grazes the sensitive nub between my legs as a deft finger slips inside.

A second joins the first. All my focus narrows to the feel of him inside me. So much so that I don’t notice his other hand until it palms one breast, squeezing and kneading my puckered nipple.

I rock against his fingers, desperate to feel him move inside me, to touch my sensitive bud again. The movement grinds my backside against him, eliciting a hiss and groan of pleasure.

Riven nips my earlobe, those sharp teeth mixing a twinge of pain with pleasure. His thumb presses down with a thrust of his fingers, eliciting a gasping squeal.

“You like this.” He rubs his thumb again.

I bite my lip, barely holding in a moan.

“How I wish I could take you like I want. Right now. Deep and hard.” He thrusts his fingers for emphasis, twisting the knots in my stomach tighter.

I’m greedy and I know it, but he’s underestimated just how much I want him too. Riven growls deep in his throat as I find the hard length of him. Just the thought of him buried deep inside me has me whimpering.

I want him. So badly. So much more than ever before.

One stroke of my hand, and he’s bucking against me.

“Lia,” he moans against my neck as I tease the moist slit of his cock.

I time my strokes to his, giving all that I get to the strong male at my back. Each flick and twist of him against me builds toward the precipice of bliss, so close to falling into that wondrous oblivion. My breast aches as he continues to tease it with maddening skill.

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