Page 152 of The Fae Girl 1

He frowned shaking his head. “We can’t.”

“Why? Because I’m a prize?” I snapped. “Because I belong to your brother?”

His eyes flared with anger. He scanned my face before staring at the silk wrap hiding my hair.

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked.

“Indi thought it would help disguise me.”

His lips curled. “It’s not doing a good job.”

“No?”

“No.” He said before yanking it hard enough that it came off, leaving my hair to fall free over my shoulders.

I swallowed the gasp, keeping myself still as he ran his fingers through my hair, teasing out the tresses, and then along my cheekbone.

His touch felt like fire in my blood, enough to burn me entirely.

He traced my lips and it took all my effort not to lick them.

“Tell me to stop.” He said.

I shook my head slightly.

“Tell me to stop Alice.”

“No.”

He groaned, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me as I half melted against him. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to where the rug was.

His hands were on my thighs, on my arse, squeezing, caressing me. I moaned as he touched me. Moaned into his mouth.

He lay me down. Then reached up and yanked his shirt off.

My eyes widened taking him in. I knew he was muscular, I could see that just from his build but to see him bare, to see him like this.

“Fain.” I whispered.

He paused scanning my face. “We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.”

I shook my head. That wasn’t what I wanted.

Biting my lip, I reached around and slowly undid the clasps holding my top together, seeing as his eyes followed the movement. As the leathers fell open he helped ease it off my shoulders all the while devouring my mouth with his.

His hands pulled at the silk shirt underneath, pulling it loose from my trousers. I gasped as his fingers skimmed my flesh. His hands were so warm, his touch so much lighter than I’d imagined, as though he was afraid he’d leave bruises.

He reached up and cupped my breast. Massaged it as I let my head fall back and uttered a noise that made my face flush with shame. He grinned a little, pulling down the lace of the corset to expose my left nipple to his touch. And then slowly, torturously he began to tease it.

I arched my back, shut my eyes, delighting in it.

“Naughty Fae.” He murmured.

I blinked looking at him. “Am I?”

He planted a kiss on my stomach. Then lifted my shirt enough to plant one between my ribs. “Yes.” He said.

I frowned.How was I the naughty one?

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