Page 103 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

“So tight,” he praised. “So fucking good.”

My hand reached between my legs to find my clit, needing more stimulation. Liam’s hand joined mine, moving in sync until we both exploded.

His dick swelled and I clamped down on him, his roar accompanying my cries. I could feel every pulse as he released into my channel.

We collapsed onto the bed, panting. Sweat beaded my brow, loose strands of hair sticking to my skin.

He was still half-hard when he withdrew, turning me to my back while hovering overtop. Though no longer glowing, the heat in his eyes remained.

"Look at you," he murmured, his approval as fervent as his touch. "So beautiful. So fierce. You have no idea what you do to me."

"Tell me then," I provoked, the frost in my veins boiling under his attention. "Show me."

We were still needy, still under the spell we’d woven together with our lovemaking.

Liam needed no further invitation. He trailed his teeth down my neck, each scrape, each bite a delicious contrast of pain and pleasure.

"You’re a wicked little thing. Making me crave you to the point of insanity."

He bit my breast then sucked the swollen peak aggressively. He’d never been like this with me before. Never been wanton. Untamed.

“You want me to fuck you again, flower?”

I arched into him, a silent plea for more, for everything. His dirty talk wasn’t just words; it was an incantation that unraveledme piece by piece, laying bare the yearning I had tried so hard to conceal.

“In a minute. I want to taste you first.”

He moved lower, face between my thighs, and spread me open. Strong hands held me in place as he sucked and licked and teased.

My nails sank into the covers as he devoured me. Each swipe of his skilled tongue along my folds sent jolts of bliss through my body. I was close, so close … only he backed off.

Liam revved my arousal to a fever pitch but wouldn’t let me come. I mewled in protest and his hot breath heated my tender flesh with his dark chuckle.

“You’ll come when I say you can come,” he growled.

“Liam,” I whined, but his prowess silenced me, licking me with long swipes over my folds, then teasing the engorged bundle of nerves between my legs.

“I love your taste on my tongue.”

Another swipe, more torture. “Delicious,” he hummed.

Liam brought me to the edge and back. On and on it went, this delectable torment. I shook uncontrollably, my body begging for release when he finally deemed to show mercy.

With the speed of a male possessed, his hips were cradled between my thighs. His tongue entered my mouth with the same vigor he showed burying himself inside my aching cleft.

I came immediately, mouth open on a silent scream, breaking into a million shards of blinding light.

"Gods, Raina," he breathed out, moving within me in a rhythm that felt both primal and perfect.

His movements grew more insistent, his dirty praise interspersed with declarations of ownership that thrilled me to the core.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me you're mine."

"Yours," I gasped. “I’m yours.”

Time ceased to exist within the stone confines of the nullifying room. Hours slipped through our entwined fingers like water, as Liam and I explored the depths of our connection with a fervor that defied the past's icy grip on our hearts.

“Mine," he would murmur, his lips tracing the shell of my ear, sending cascades of pleasure down my spine.

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