Page 106 of Destined for the Fae King

“We are.” He cups my cheek, tugging me close. “I still don’t know how it’s possible, but you’re mine, Mira.”

I bunch his sweaty shirt in my hands. “And you’re mine, Lysandir.”

I stretch up on my toes, closing the last of the distance between us, and kiss him with all the emotions racing through my blood.

He’s mine. I’m his. Even the king has approved us. No one can come between us now.

We’ve defied fate. The passion in his kiss is all-consuming, a flame hotter than the one he was trapped in. He’s a sweaty mess and I don’t care. As long as we’re together, I will take him however I can.

Lysandir’s arms encircle me and slide low, and then he’s lifting me. I wrap my legs around him, my dress riding up around my hips. He groans against my mouth as he moves us. Lysandir lays me on the edge of the bed, breaking our kiss and stepping back. My legs are still spread, my dress around my hips from the way he carried me. Instead of covering my underthings, I widen my legs. He scrubs a hand down his face.

“Little temptress.”

“We’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?”

His countenance grows serious. “Indeed we have.”

And then his shirt is up over his head and gone. I’m tempted to lay back and watch as he removes the rest, but my clothing is suddenly too constricting. I need it gone. Now. Right now.

By the time I slip out of my underwear and kick it away, Lysandir is there, completely, gloriously naked. There’s no time to appreciate the sight before he embraces me again. One hand cups the back of my head, dragging my mouth back to his. The other wrapsaround me, pressing our heated bodies together before he tumbles us back onto the bed.

His hard body is supported on one arm, keeping most of his weight off me, but enough lingers for me to feel him pressed against me head to toe. And I love it. I never want to be apart from him. My body already aches for him, crying out to have him inside of me. Another part still can hardly believe it. Only his body against mine, my arms around his neck, the press of his lips convince me its really happening. It’s not some dream. Some wish.

Lysandir breaks our kiss and stares down at me. His hooded gaze dances over my face, like he’s trying to memorize every line and convince himself that I’m real too. “I’ve waited so long to taste you.”

“That’s not our first kiss if you recall,” I say between heavy breaths.

“Mmm.” He rocks his hips, his hard length sliding against my skin and twisting up the knot of desire within me. “But I haven’t tasted you elsewhere yet.”

The words haven’t fully sunken in before he’s kissing his way down my neck, my collarbone, and then closes his lips over one nipple. I let out a little moan, arching my back as he flicks the peaked tip with his tongue. He lavishes the other, and then he’s moving downward again, kissing my ribs, my belly button.

Lysandir slides off the foot of the bed and crouches on his knees. I whimper in anticipation as his gaze drops between my legs. A smirk quirks up at the corner of his lips before he grabs my legs and tugs my ass to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve dreamed of this.” He licks his lips. “So many times.” The prince on his knees dips his head between my spread legs, and then he’s tasting me in a whole new way.

The feeling is electric—pure lightning through my veins. He devours me like a man starved, and I suppose he is. How long ago did he first see a vision of me? How many years has he dreamed of this? To have something you crave after so long without.

His lips close around my clit, and I nearly buck off the bed.

“Lysandir!” I tangle my hands in his damp hair.

“Mira,” he growls my name against my core. “My beautiful mate.”

A glow emanates from him, and it only makes me wilder with need. I writhe under his ministrations, taken to the edge but not quite tumbling over.

“Lysandir. Please.” I tug gently at his hair. “I need—I want—”

He pauses to look up at me. Strong hands flex on my thighs. His face glistens with my wetness.

“Please,” I whimper again, releasing him and letting my arms fall limp at my sides.

My prince stands and takes his cock in hand. A little bead of moisture glistens at the tip. “I’m going to mark you, make you mine.”

“Yes.” I slide back up the bed, beckoning for him to join me. “I want it. I want everything.”

The mattress dips as he crawls onto the bed like a predator about to pounce and devour me whole. I watch, enraptured, as he closes the distance between us to cover me and position himself at my entrance. At the first touch, I gasp, my whole body tensing up with aching desire. The tip presses in, and I suck in a breath, marveling at the feel of him.

He releases himself to cup my cheek, brushing his thumb along my skin. “My mate. My Mira.”

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