Page 47 of His Dark Delights
I rocked my hips into his mouth, following the surge of pleasure rippling through my lower belly. Each time, my thumb skimmed over the crown adorning his brow. Golden warmth cascaded through my stomach, my core, my limbs, as Ren teased out my orgasm.
Soren lifted his crowned head, gleaming like gilded fire in the light, and licked his sinful lips. “You always taste so good for me, Lilliana. You’re like my personal dessert. I could feast on you all day long.”
I grasped the back of his hair, tugging his head back. An indignant pride flared in his eyes, but so did a wicked, delighted storm. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, drawing my gaze to his sharp jaw, the shadow of his incoming beard, and the pulse kicking up in his neck.
“If we lived in a time of peace, His Majesty could have me at his pleasure day and night. How unfortunate for you that you’d choose the poison of vengeance instead.”
“You enjoy challenging your king—”
I tugged his head again, reaffirming my grip. “The Butcher is no king of mine.” Then I leaned over him,peering down into his flaring eyes. “But Soren could be… Ren could be. Not this cruel farce you play at to hide your grief, but the good man I came to know far away from the shadow of the crown.”
Soren’s hands smoothed up my thighs as our shuddered breaths mingled between our lips. His brows pinched together as he stared up at me, eyes wide and glimmering with something I couldn’t read. A brief yet bright emotion that calmed the roiling turmoil within him.
“Does my mother not deserve justice for what the fae did to her?” His voice was so low I strained to hear him. His statement breezed through the wind and cracked through my fragile heart.
“You would judge an entire people—all the fae—for one tragedy? A tremendous tragedy, and a terrible one, but personal. What then of the numerous human men and women causing harm in your kingdom every day?”
Soren’s gaze hardened, and he snapped, “I don’t give a damn about this kingdom or the cretins who inhabit it. I’d be just as glad to throw this crown into the sea once I’ve achieved my goal.”
I snatched my hand from his hair and swayed back. Turning my head away, I crossed my arms over my chest. The man was so gods-damned stubborn I could hardly meet his searing gaze burning into the side of my face.
“You are a fool,” I said, exasperated.
Soren leaned closer until he cast a shadow over my face, and his breath tickled my cheek. “And I am a bastard, but I’m sitting on the highest seat in all the realm.”
“You are a stubborn, gormless, wretched man.” Ipeeked at him from the corner of my eye. “You would keep me here as your pet knowing I’m unhappy and knowing you have the power to do better and yet you refuse.”
A muscular hand flashed out, tangling in the back of my hair. A startled yelp burst from my lips as Ren dragged me closer, angling my face back to his.
“I’ve had enough insults thrown at me my entire life. I’ll not have them from you. Not you of all people, Lilliana.” A plea mingled with the desperate rage in his tone. As if to shut me up from rebuking him again, his mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss.
Ren rushed upward, sweeping me off the bench and into his arms. My hands slid over his shoulders, curling around his neck as he spun around and sat on the bench. With my dress still bunched around my waist, I settled onto his legs, straddling him. A prominent hardness nudged against my already heated, slick center, stirring a vibrant thrill through my insides.
His hand snuck between our bodies, unfastening the front of his pants. Buttons punched through holes and his cock sprang free, already beading with precum at the tip. My lips remained sealed to his as I lifted my hips and seated myself on his thick, hot girth. I was so wet he slipped in with blinding ease.
“Oh, fuck, Lilly,” Ren groaned into my mouth.
I pressed my cheek to his, chests flushed together. Without waiting for him, I began rocking on his lap, riding his cock. A moan rumbled like thunder in his chest as I ground myself over his length repeatedly, chasing my pleasure on his throbbing erection.
“Gods, Ren,” I whimpered, nuzzling my face into the scruff of his jaw and inhaling his unique male scent. Myfingers clawed at his clothing, drawing him as close as possible.
“Are you going to come again?” he asked, holding me tighter and using his large hand on my hip to encourage my movement. I quivered in answer, shaking uncontrollably. “That’s right, pretty girl, come for me. Please come for me.”
A second, searing climax erupted through me. Bliss spread in golden waves out from my core and into my trembling limbs. My walls fluttered on his cock, squeezing him and pushing him closer to the edge. As the last surges of my orgasm faded, he groaned through his teeth, shooting his release deep inside me.
I sank into his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. His Majesty wrapped his arms around me, embracing me as we basked together in the afterglow of quick, sudden sex.
The haze thinned in my cloudy mind, and negative thoughts raced in. I would be trapped in a city guarded by iron, walled in by a sapphire stone cage. No better off than Millie and the hens confined to a palatial garden, like an animal for entertainment. I’d have nothing more than this patch of tended flowers and pleasure to keep me sated.
Maybe for some, that would be enough. But even draped in gold, the palace was a cage I refused to suffer. Countless subjects would battle for my place here, and I wanted nothing more than to give it up and seek solace in wildflowers and freedom.
If I didn’t get out of Elleslan or change Ren’s mind on the war, I’d be the next poor soul burned in the city center. The Fairy Butcher would live on, never knowing how deeply he wounded my heart, and maybehe wouldn’t care if it meant another dead fae out of his path.
“Ren, am I going to be trapped in the castle for the rest of my life?” I kept my head on his chest, afraid to meet his gaze.
He startled beneath me, going stiff. Then a hand caught my chin, forcing my head back. His eyes were wide, wild, and half stunned. “Trapped here? No, Lilly, you aren’t trapped here. I… I am sorry for my poor treatment thus far, but I promise you aren’t a prisoner.”
“Does that mean I can return home?”
