Page 85 of A Bargain with the Fae King

Gently, intently, he pushes my legs apart.

Breathless, I stare down at him in rapture. A king on his knees.

His half-mast eyes and lusty smile cause my legs to wobble as I spread for him. He reaches around my thighs to palm my backside as his head dips….

Oh, holy fuck!

The first flick of his tongue sends a shudder up my body. The second floods me with heat. By the third, rational thought flees.

He devours me. Relentless.

Whimpers and moans escape my lips. I’m lost to the feel of him tasting me, teasing me with each lap of his tongue.

“Rivenean.” His name is a prayer on my lips. An oath.

My hands tangle in his hair to steady myself, not caring that I brush against the sensitive tips of his ears.

He growls against me, fingers digging into my backside as he pulls me closer.

The tip of his tongue invades my tight channel.

The world fades until all I know is his hot mouth against me. The knot deep in my core tightens, drawing me to the edge of release. Lightning races under my skin as his lips close around the sensitive nub between my legs.

I explode. A torrent of emotion races through me as I rock against the man between my legs, still lavishing me through the waves of my orgasm. My eyes water. I pant his name, barely able to stand.

My legs shake as he releases me to wipe my wetness from his face.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time you tried to touch me in your dreams.” His tongue flicks over his lips, tracing away the last of what his hand failed to remove. “I’d wanted to touch you for so long. Craved it. And when you finally wanted the same, when you trusted me enough to spill your heart to me and sought me for comfort... Lia, I can’t tell you what it meant to me. What it still means.”

I’ve wanted him too. So long. At first, I just imagined curling up against him—comfort, safety. Then one day, it was a kiss, the touch of his hand against my skin. I craved it. Needed this man who saw me, healed me when no one else did.

An echo of release shudders down my spine.

“Maybe I can return the favor?” I lick my own lips.

In a heartbeat, I close the space between us and trail my fingers down his chest. I halt at the waistband of his pants.

“Lia,” he groans. His hands weave themselves into my hair and around my back.

His eyes are pools of hunger. One look, and I shiver in pleasure and anticipation. I give him my best wolfish grin as I hook two fingers in the waistband of his pants and pull.

He springs free before me, flush and stiff in readiness.

Holy hell, even in my wildest imaginings, I never envisioned this.

But I see it now. I want it. Need it.

I caress the velvety length in a firm but gentle embrace. Riven groans in pleasure, but he grabs my arm, stilling my movements.

“Need you,” he purrs between gritted teeth. “Inside you.”

My mouth forms the ‘oh’ that echoes in my thoughts. Impossibly, more heat pools in my stomach, travels lower.

I’m ready for him. I ache for him.

In a quick move, he rights his pants, hiding himself from sight again before he lifts me into his arms. One arm under my knees and the other wrapped securely around my chest, he bridal carries me into the bedroom.

I curl my arms around his neck, reveling in the silken fall of his hair over my arms and the honeysuckle scent that bathes my soul.

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