Page 157 of The Fae Girl 1

“I figured you wouldn’t want to see the blood.”

Her eyes widened. “Blood?” She said and then flushed as she realised what I meant. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It doesn’t matter.” I said. “It’s normal.”

“Still.” She pulled a face like she was mortified.

I took her hand leading her back towards the bed. “It’s just blood.”

She nodded dropping her gaze, staring at where the clean sheets were now waiting for us. “Will he be mad?”

“Who?”

“Your brother.”

I scooped her up and carried her back into the bed. My bed. Lying down with her against my chest. “No.” I said. “But it doesn’t matter if he is. It’s your life. He doesn’t get to dictate who you’re with.”

She gulped. “He thinks I’m his property.”

I clenched my jaw fighting the voice in my head, the soldier that still in so many ways believed that.

“…and you said he wanted to make sure no one touched me.”

“Alice look at me.” I replied. “The only person who gets to decide who you fuck is you.”

She nodded before smirking.

“What?” I asked.

“You said you’re mine.” She shifted in my hold, moving to straddle me.

I ran my hands up her thighs. Feeling the strength of them. “Did you like hearing that?” I asked.

She nodded leaning down to kiss me but as our lips touched she pulled away. The tease.

“I did.” She murmured.

She leant in again, kissing my neck. Brushing her breasts against my face as she moved.

I let out a groan before I could stop myself.

“I liked knowing that I had that effect on you.” She said.

“You do.” I said running my fingers down her spine, stopping at the curve of her arse.

“But most of all I liked the effect you had on my body when you were touching me.”

I grinned. “I think you’ll like what else I can do then.” I said.

She raised an eyebrow and I spung her around, pushing her onto her back before pulling her legs wide apart and positioning my face right between them.

“You look good enough to eat.” I murmured.

She gasped as I lowered my mouth onto her. She was wet already and as I ran my tongue up between her lower lips I groaned at how good she tasted. Like my very own personal nectar.

I stared up at her. Her eyes were wide, she looked unsure and if anything that made me enjoy it more as I began to eat her out, as I began to devour her and got to see how face reacted.

She let out a moan. Deep. Guttural. I sucked her clit and she did it again.

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