Page 86 of A Bargain with the Fae King

Without a word, he deposits me atop his bed and steps back.

His eyes trail across me, slowly, deliberately, taking in every curve and dip. Between his ministrations and inspection, it’s the perfect storm of sensation and emotion. The furs tickle my sensitive skin, but I ignore them, preferring instead to focus on the fae male in front of me.

Cloth rips in his urgency to shed the pants I tried to divest him of.

My stomach does somersaults as Riven climbs atop me on the bed, gently spreading my thighs to fit himself between. I’m covered in his heat, his smell, him.

His gaze levels with mine, all serious and somber, despite his heart racing against my own. “I want to be with you. I want you to bear my mark, but I will do whatever you wish in this.”

My eyes widen. His mark. Of course.

He told me what such a marking entailed. And despite the tingle of apprehension, I want his mark. It would give him strength, magic. Not just him, all of them. More power they can use to recover May. But even if not for my sister, I want it for Riven and his people.

That and… “I want you. I want to be yours. I want your mark.”

He stills against me, his weight pressing me into the furs at my back. “You mean it?”

“Every word.”

His mouth is on mine then, and my hesitation flees, overwhelmed by desire, by certainty. It’s me and him, this moment—touching, tasting, coming alive at every point of contact. One hand traces the muscles of his back. The other tangles in his hair.

Riven adjusts his weight, rising up on his arms over me. Cool air rushes between us, tickling my heated skin.

“Oh.” I gasp at the firm pressure against my opening.

“You take me willingly?” he asks through gritted teeth, his voice thick.

He waits, frozen in the moment, staring at me with rapt anticipation. If I tell him no, he’ll leave me alone. I know it with a soul-deep certainty. His pause and question are a hint, but his eyes hold the truth of it. I’d promised to be his in our bargain already, but even if I hadn’t, I know my answer.

“Yes.”

As the last syllable leaves my lips, I feel him begin to push inside. Pain, a tingle of fear.

I gasp and grip Riven’s shoulders as he slowly slides into me, giving me time to adjust to his impressive size. So much bigger than I imagined. So much…more. Small stabs of pain wash through me as he penetrates deeper, not letting up in his conquest. He wants everything, won’t take anything less, and damn, I want him to have it all.

I whimper at the fullness of him within me, but not in pain.

It’s desire. I need him to move, to slide within me, but he goes utterly still.

Riven cups my face and runs his thumb over my lips. “All mine, Lia,” he says. “Mine entire.”

Warmth floods my chest.

Finally,finally, he begins a slow, gentle thrust. With each movement, torrents of pleasure ripple through me. My body relaxes, opening to him, inviting him in.

He takes his glorious time, making sure I feel every inch of him. His brow creases, in concentration or control?

I can’t hold still. My hips roll against his. My hands touch every inch of skin I can find. A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. Everything is Riven, and I’ll never have enough.

There’re no awkward movements, no discomfort. He fits me perfectly in every way. Moans echo through the room, and only distantly do I realize they’re from me. His lips capture mine, swallowing the sound as he claims all of me.

The most delicious pleasure builds deep in my core. I have no desire to fight it. Instead, I yearn for it, reach for it, joining Riven in a dance of trusting and stretching to a delirious rhythm. I drift into a fog of pleasure, rising higher and higher, back to that magical place. I’m lightheaded, standing on the edge of something brilliant.

He releases my mouth in a grunt of pleasure.

“Riven!” I call his name, sucking in desperate, gasping breaths.

He dips his head to nuzzle my neck but doesn’t let up in his conquest. It’s slick, powerful, all consuming, and so easy. Easy and breathing.

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