Page 41 of His Dark Delights
Or perhaps he would simply hate me and act on that disgust. Maybe he’d kill me, but then I’d be safe from thefeelings I harbored like a wounded bird in my chest.
“I suppose I should say I am sorry for how I treated you, yet I cannot bring myself to speak the words. I am a changed man here; cruel, vicious, and brutal. The sight of my claim staining your face instilled a disturbing sense of pride in me all day long. And the taste of your cum on my tongue carried me through the hours until I saw you again.”
“You disgust me,” I spat back.
“That’s fine with me. I am a cruel king and an extremely unreasonable bastard,” he snapped back, bowing over me.
I shrank into myself, trembling against the heat of his body. When his hand reached between us, I flinched, but that didn’t stop him from cupping my cheek.
His voice lowered, becoming soft and almost unrecognizable. “Everything I want to say to you seems hollow the moment I lay eyes on you, Lilly. You make me feel as if I am going insane with want for you.”
“Then go insane, Butcher. I care not.” Yet my heart was cracking.
“I love you, and I know you love me, too.”
I reacted in a frenzy, slapping him again. Only that time I didn’t stop there. My hands shot out repeatedly, curled into fists and beating into his chest.
Soren rocked back a step before bracing his feet on the floor. He hardened into stone, merely allowing me to pummel him with my futile punches and shouting at the top of my lungs.
When the flurry of blows slowed, the king smoothed his hands over my arms. His firm, powerful fingers encircled my wrists, dragging my hands to my sides. He could have stopped me from hitting him atany point, yet he’d allowed me to assault him, taking the beating.
Trembling and choking back tears, I seethed. “Next time you proclaim to love me, do it on your knees or not at all.”
The king’s face was set in harsh lines. The dancing shadow from the dwindling fire made him appear fiendish and wicked. His actions confirmed it when he dropped to his knees, holding my hips.
Soren stared viciously up at me, digging his fingers into my sides. My breath sawed out of me at the sight of his dark head arched back, gazing at me from his knees. “I came to you searching for rest and comfort. Remember, on your farm, when you told me I had no responsibilities when I’m with you?”
I swallowed over a dry throat but nodded in answer. My hands wavered near my sides, shaking with the desire to run my fingers through his hair and aching from repeatedly hitting chest.
He tipped forward, burying his face against my legs. The heat of his breath penetrated my nightgown and seeped into my bones. His words shuddered through him. “I want that again, Lilly. I want that peace I found with you.”
“No. No.” The feeble dispute died on my lips. My fingers ran through his hair, intent on dragging him away from the apex of my thighs. Instead, they curled into the soft black locks, holding him in place against me as the desire to hold him, touch him, overcame my better senses.
It would be blasphemous and destructive if he knew the truth. I couldn’t be the sanctuary for the Fairy Butcher.
But when he nuzzled his face into my nightdress, nudging his nose over my core, I didn’t give a damn. His hands curled around my hips, cupping the globes of my ass in his massive palms. Every rational thought I had flew out of my ears, leaving my head as nothing more than a treacherous haze of wanton heat.
Ren’s lips parted as he spoke near my quivering center. “We can pretend we’re back in those wildflowers under the moon. You can be the queen and I your knight again. And I can pretend you care for me as you once did.”
“No, I cannot pretend—” my words cut off when he opened his mouth over my mound, licking my pussy through the paper-thin material of my dress. Rolling bliss swept up from my core to my racing heart, pulling a deep moan from my chest.
I glanced down at the wicked king on his knees for me. He peeked up at the same moment, and something sudden and fierce flashed in his eyes—lust, fury, and a possessive yearning.
Driven half mad with unholy wanting, Ren grappled my legs and tackled me to the floor. My back hit the thick carpet in front of the fireplace, and a grunt burst from me. The king hooked his fingers in the collar of my nightdress before ripping the flimsy fabric wide open and tossing it away.
As if the sight of my bare body chased out the last of his self-control, Ren shoved a hand between my thighs, cupping my center. He stroked one finger through my slit, exploring the extent of my arousal.
“You protest your love for me a lot for one whose body reacts so deliciously to my touch,” Ren growled over me, flexing his finger inside my walls.
“You mistake the craven lust of my flesh for the emotions you seek. But trust that I hate you!” I pitifully kicked my legs, but there was mischief in the act. I played at wanting him to get off, knowing that my body burned for him.
“Does this taste like hate, Lilly?” Without warning, he shoved his glistening finger between my lips. The taste of my arousal, sweet and potent, swept over my tongue. Despite all my rage, I sucked him deeper into my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned on his finger as it slid over my tongue. He pulled the digit out and shoved it back in, fucking my mouth with his finger.
Ren pulled his digit from my mouth, swiping over my bottom lip with my saliva. Then he rubbed it over the top, slowly, delicately, like he was memorizing the shape of my lips. When he reared back onto his knees, I stayed down, chest heaving with every breath I sucked in.
He tugged his red stained shirt over his head and tossed it into the fireplace. A lick of flame caught the white fabric, and an ensuing glow cascaded over the room, chasing a fraction of the shadows.
My core clenched at the vision of pure male muscle flexing over me with every minor move he made. The roll of his biceps and his tensing, sculpted abs provoked another wave of slick need from my pussy. And the line of dark hair pointing to the tent in his pants drove me over the cliffs of insanity.
