Page 154 of The Fae Girl 1

“I’m not going to fuck you on my rug.” He said.

I smirked. “Prince Fain has standards does he?”

He tilted his head pushing me flat onto my back. “Yes.” He said before kissing just beneath my ear. “I do.” He kissed my throat, then the dip between my breasts. “High standards.” Between my ribs. My belly. “Very high standards.”

He pulled each boot off tossing them behind him.

As his hands unhooked my trousers my breath hitched. I lay still letting him undo them, letting him slide them off.

The cool air made my skin erupt into goosebumps but I shook more from just a chill.

He slid my panties down as I whimpered, just a tiny bit, just enough.

He stopped, looked up at my face. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head.

“I won’t hurt you Alice. I promise you.”

“I trust you.” I half whispered it. Fighting off the memory, fighting off the recollection of what Rillon had done so many months ago.

He eased my legs apart and I shut my eyes. In that moment all I could feel was shame.

His fingers brushed against me. Touching my most intimate part. I gulped. My breath picked up.

“Look at me.” He murmured.

I opened my eyes, forced myself to meet his.

“I won’t hurt you Alice.” He said again.

I nodded just as he began touching me.

“Oh.” I gasped. There was no pain. No aggression. It felt incredible. It felt indescribable.

He lay down beside me, pulling my body against his. With one hand he turned my head so that he could kiss me and the other he kept between my thighs.

I moaned. I arched my back, as his fingers slid over me, as he teased a part of me that made me stop all rational thinking.

I spread my legs wider, I stopped caring what I looked like, how wanton I was. I rocked my hips, all but rubbing myself against his fingers.

“That’s it.” He murmured. “That’s a good girl.”

I gasped into his mouth as he kissed me. Something inside was building, something I knew I couldn’t stop. I whimpered, I jerked and his fingers teased me more as if he knew it too.

“Fain.” I breathed.

“Let it out.” He said. “Come apart for me.”

And I did. Though his words made no sense. Something inside me snapped. Like an explosion within my very core. I threw my head back and screamed, seeing actual stars as my body writhed beyond my control.

I heaved falling back against the sheets and he kissed my temple.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” He said.

I gulped. Was that what that was? I didn’t want to admit that I hadn’t known.

He frowned for a second like he could see it in my face, like he knew what I was thinking.

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