Page 153 of The Fae Girl 1

He lifted it the final way, over my head, exposing my corset, exposing my bared breast. I blinked, feeling the cool air and how my nipple reacted. How it hardened more.

His eyes dropped to stare at me, to take me in.

“A very naughty Fae.” He murmured before looking back up, meeting my eyes and then lowering his mouth to my exposed breast.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped as his tongue licked me. As his hand grasped me. As he nipped me lightly enough to make me feel it. “Fuck.”

I grabbed at his head, digging my nails into his hair. He reached over, his fingers dipping under the lace covering my other breast and he yanked hard. We both heard the rip as the fabric gave way. As he exposed me more.

And then he started circling, teasing my right nipple.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He groaned.

I stared down at him, at where his lips were, at the traces of his saliva that he’d all but marked me with.

He reached around behind me tugging on the back of the corset. “I want this off.” He said.

I nodded as he started yanking on the ties. Within seconds it was falling loose and as he tossed it, I lay back, sinking into the rug.

“Fuck Alice.” He groaned scooping me up, holding my now topless body against his as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I breathed him in. Breathed that incredible heady scent of his as I buried my face against his chest. He ran his fingers down my spine, traced patterns across my back.

“You’re so soft.” He murmured. “So delicate.”

“I’m not delicate.” I whispered.

“No?” He teased as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “My little fire Fae huh?”

“Maybe I’ll burn you Fain.” I replied.

He groaned. His hand reaching up to pull my hair so that I was forced to look at him. “Burn me all you want Alice. I’m yours to do as you please.”

I gulped. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes.”

I blinked, hesitating for a second.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Maybe I am a prize. Maybe that’s what this world sees me as. But if that’s the case then I want to be your prize Fain.”

“What?”

“You heard.”

He narrowed his eyes, dropping then to stare at my breasts which were heaving with every damned beat of my heart. “I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can.”

“I’m not…”

“Take me Fain. Claim me.”

He shut his eyes, shook his head, then got to his feet, holding my body to his as he carried me from the room, through a doorway, to whatever was beyond.

I looked about and realised where we were as he put me down. His bedroom. On his bed.

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