Page 177 of Taken By the Fae

Leaning into him, I tip my head back and kiss him fully, deeply, with absolutely every fiber of my being. He needs to know he has me—all of me.

His hands quickly move from my face to my hips, and he guides me back until I hit the frosted glass balcony wall, his body flush with mine, cranking my heart rate way up.

My gaze sweeps the surrounding space, briefly concerned we’re going to be seen, until I remember the penthouse takes up the entire top floor of the hotel. We’re secluded from any hotel guests, and there’s a curtain-covered door between us and our friends.

That said, I’m not entirely sure I’d care at this point if anyone saw or heard us.

My nipples harden as my chest presses against his, and heat swirls low in my belly while Tristan’s lips devour mine. A haze of warmth settles over me like a veil, and I gasp into his mouth when he grinds against the throbbing between my legs.

I have never been so happy to be wearing a dress. I reach for the knee-length hem, dragging it along with my jacket up my thighs, and the air feels like heaven on my heated skin. My breath catches when his fingers skim the delicate skin along my inner thigh, soft and teasing as it inches higher, closer to where I want him. I grab the solid railing behind me, my chest rising and falling faster in anticipation. His lips travel the length of my jaw, feathering light kisses, and he glides a single digit over my panties, applying just enough pressure to my aching clit to make me whimper.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs in my ear, sending a shiver through me.

I press my lips together, heat filling my cheeks. “How long do you plan to torture me?”

His finger traces back and forth, circling my clit with each pass, but my panties and stockings are still on, and I need him to touchme. “Hmm, not as long as I’d like.” He lowers his voice as he slides his hand into my panties. “Perhaps next time I’ll make you beg for it.” He enters me with two fingers, stretching my walls as he scissors them inside me.

“Yes,” I say in a shallow voice, biting my lip.Fuck. I’d beg if he wanted.

“Right there?” he checks, nipping my earlobe.

“Mmm,” I moan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.

Tristan doubles his efforts, thrusting his fingers into me and teasing my clit with his thumb.

I gasp desperately, white-knuckling the railing, but it’s not enough. “I want you inside me.”

He pulses his fingers, moving them faster. “Whose fingers do you think are—”

“Not your fingers,” I cut him off, my body flushed with heat and desire.

Tristan's lips brush the shell of my ear as he slows his thrusts. “What about our friends inside?”

“I think we can do this without them.”

His chuckle stirs the hair at the nape of my neck, and his voice is low when he murmurs, “Smart mouth. They’ll hear us. They probably already have with you moaning so beautifully for me.”

“I don’t care,” I breathe, my head spinning with lust.Let the entire fucking city hear my seelie fae knight make me come.

“Noted.” He withdraws his fingers, and my eyes snap open. I’m about to protest when he unbuckles his belt, making quick work of popping the button on his pants and tugging the zipper down. A deep sound between a groan and a growl rumbles through his chest as he pulls his cock free and pumps his hand along its thick shaft.

My mouth goes dry as I stare at it. I lick my lips, lifting my eyes to meet his gaze, and the muscles in my thighs tighten at the dark hunger in their deep blue depths.

“Turn around,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Hands on the railing.”

Oh shit.

I do as I’m told as he moves behind me, lifting my jacket and dress, tearing my panties clean off, and leaving my stockings torn and gathered at my knees. I can’t even find the will to be annoyed. That’s how much I need him.

He runs his hand down my side. “Widen your stance.” When I do, he adds a soft, “Good girl,” that sends my pulse skyrocketing. He drags the blunt head of his cock back and forth along my folds, keeping one hand wrapped firmly around my hip. “Are you ready for me?” he whispers in my ear.

I don’t miss a beat. “Always.”

Between one moment and the next, Tristan thrusts into me, stealing the air from my lungs. He pushes deeper, reaching a spot that has me seeing stars as I hang on to the railing for dear life. His lips find the pulse at my neck, kissing it softly as his hand slides forward from my hip to work my throbbing clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut, chewing my bottom lip as pleasure floods through me like a tidal wave, making my skin tingle. I clench around his cock, and his name leaves my lips in a breathy moan that urges him to increase the speed of his thrusts as he rolls his hips and slams into me until my head is spinning.

I’m breathing hard, barreling toward release as I turn my head to catch his lips and kiss him hard. His tongue darts out, pushing into my mouth and grazing mine.

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