Page 87 of A Bargain with the Fae King

“Come for me.” His hoarse whisper courses through me.

My vision swims as I follow his command and hurtle over the edge. My legs are locked around him, holding on as he meets me in my pleasure with a moan of his own.

Riven rests his forehead on mine, his heavy breaths mingling with my own as we ride the waves of pleasure down together, locked around one another.

Something cool circles in my gut and settles in a tingly ripple on the skin just above my left hip. Riven pulls out and sits back on the bed between my legs.

All at once, I’m bereft.

I want him back, now, right now. No amount of time with him will ever be enough.

His gaze rakes over my body laid out before him. Admiration shines in his features as he rubs his thumb over the spot that tingled moments ago.

“Beautiful. You wear it so well.” He meets my questioning gaze with a lusty grin.

“What do you mean?” I raise myself half up for a better view, halting at the sight. In the dim light, I can just make out a silver dollar sized white flower, similar to a rose, painted on my skin like a tattoo.

Itisbeautiful. A few faint green leaves accent the delicate petals.

His mark.

“It’s”—wild, stunning, strange—“lovely.”

Much better than a vampire bite or some of the other more creative things I’d originally imagined. A matching one marks Riven in the same spot, the mirror of my own.

“I didn’t mean only the mark, Lia.” He eyes me up and down.

I grin, still reveling in the sweet ache of satisfaction from having him inside me. “You’re not bad yourself.”

“Beautiful and so fiercely courageous.” He grins and returns to recline at my side. Riven pulls me onto his chest, one leg tangled with his and my head on his shoulder. The quick thump of his heartbeat hammers under my palm.

“Do you believe that you’re the only fae I want now?” I toy with a lock of his hair.

His thumb rubs circles over my mark, sending out delicious waves of warmth that have me craving him all over again.

“I do.” His head dips to mine, confirming his words with his lips.

“Should we get cleaned up before bed?” I ask, still staring into eyes I could drown in.

“Oh, I don’t intend to sleep yet.” Riven flips us over in one smooth movement, his body half covering mine and pressing me into the sheets. “In fact, I might keep you up quite late.”

I grin.

Wicked, wicked fae.

Chapter 28

Istretchlikeacontent kitten. Morning light spills across the bed, revealing the empty space beside me. My toes curl into the sheets as short snapshots of the night before play like a video through my head. The things he did…we did… I will never regret a moment of it. Being with Riven is all consuming. Delightful. And though he kept me up late, as promised, I’ve never slept so well and woken so utterly relaxed and refreshed.

A sheepish smile touches my lips. If only he were still in bed. What I wouldn’t give to snuggle back down under the sheets and…

Ugh, stop it, Lia.

This is bad. Falling for him, having these kinds of feelings. It can’t happen, not yet, not with May still missing.

Every blissful, happy thought turns oily and wrong at the reminder of her absence.

I slide from the bed and search for my nightgown. Except I hadn’t worn one. My cheeks burn. A coil of desire tightens in my stomach. I literally hadn’t worn anything to bed, not after Riven cut the clothes from my body with his claws.

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