Page 94 of Destined for the Fae King

“I wish you could.” I lean further on his chest, rocking my hips against him.

I want to be his. Never in my life have I wanted something more. It’s ridiculous in a way. I haven’t known him all that long, and our beginnings were fraught at best. But ever since he revealed his vision about being fated to love me, I’ve wondered if my lifelongdream of coming to Faery wasn’t something more. Maybe it was fate pulling me to him.

Which makes it all the more cruel that fate seems to want to divide us.

A low rumble leaves him. “Know this,” he says. “Whatever fate has in store for us, even if someone else tries to claim you, know that you’re mine. And I will always be yours. Only yours.”

Lysandir crushes his lips to mine, sealing his words with the promise of his kiss. His fingers tangle in my hair, pull me close, cradling me against him until we’re pressed together in the cocoon of steaming water. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into the kiss. My breasts are smashed against the hard planes of his chest, his cock is a hard shaft between us, and the feel of it—of everything—makes me dizzy. I could happily stay just like this until the water turns cold and my whole body is a prune.

On instinct, I rock my hips, desperate for friction to ease the ache steadily building between my legs. If we weren’t already in the tub, I’d be dripping for him, an absolute mess. I grind against his shaft, and Lysandir shudders beneath me.

He pulls back. “I’d have you on me all night, but my resolve is too weak.”

“Is it?” I rub against him again, earning a low rumble from deep in his chest and a flare of light from his eyes.

“Yes. And I can already smell you on me.”

“Oh.” My cheeks flame even as my shoulders drop in disappointment, and I slide back to the other side of the tub.

He reaches between us, tipping up my chin. “I can’t fuck you, but there are other things we can do.”

A mischievous glint looms in his features.

All at once, my dejection is gone. I grin. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs for me.”

I lean against the curved incline of the tub, leaving only my neck and head above water, and comply. Lysandir’s gaze dips to the soap-clouded water.

“I wish I could taste you,” he says.

“You could.” I arch my hips in invitation below the water.

He looks up at me under his hooded eyelids and leans forward in the tub until he’s looming over me. “Someday, I will.”

The promise in those words has me pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

“For now…”

I suck in a sharp breath as he palms between my legs. One long finger runs down my seam, and I whimper in response.

“Let me fill you with my fingers.” The rubs my clit, further inflaming my desire. “Let me feel your warmth and imagine that it’s my cock slipping inside you instead.”

“Yes.” I let my head drop back, savoring the pleasure he’s already wringing from me. “Yes, please.”

Lysandir grips my chin, his other hands still engaged below the water. “Eyes on me. I want to watch you as I fill you.”

I nod, staring at him where he looms between my spread legs, his hair dripping water between us as he leans forward, keeping space between us but swarming my senses with his nearness all the same.

He drops his hand from my chin to grip the edge of the tub. And then his finger is sliding inside, filling me up. My inner walls clamp down around the pleasant intrusion, the feel of him, the intimate touch wringing the knot of pleasure within me so tight with just one thrust.

“Lysandir.”

“Fuck, Mira.” He withdraws his finger, only to return it with another. The metal under his other palm groans. “You’re so tight. So wet, so soft, so perfect.”

He thrusts slowly in and out, his gaze intent on my face. And with the water concealing us, the delicious friction and fullness of him, it really could be his cock inside me. Each stroke is bliss, and I’m so close already, so desperate for more of him.

It’s not fair that he’s giving me so much pleasure while holding himself back. So, I fumble beneath the water, searching, until my fingers wrap around his hard shaft.

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