Page 58 of His Dark Delights
“You’re always so wet for me. Gods, your pussy feels so good, Lilly.” He lifted my hips and reached around to strum my clit with his thumb. A lewd shiver raced through me, and my hips squirmed, rocking back onto his length.
“Ren… ah,” I mewled into the pillow, twisting my fingers in the blanket.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I want to feel you shaking and gushing on my cock.” Ren stopped playing with my clit to cup his hand over me. He spread my sex open further, feeling himself slid into me. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit together? This drippy, soaked pussy squeezing my cock belongs to me. You’re mine. Always mine.”
“Nn… ah!” I wanted to reply, to say something clever and rebuke him, but Ren clamped his teeth onto my neck while circling my clit once again. Unstoppable surges of ecstasy coursed through the pit of my belly, spiking high and vibrant. I came hard and only the pillow muffled my screams of bliss.
“Gods-fuck, you get so damn tight when you come.” His rough hands dug into my hips, holding me in place as his hips jerked. “I can’t… I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to fill you, Lilly. I’m going to come so deep that you feel me in your womb for the entire day.”
Stimulated by his salaciously wicked words, I came again. Our mingled cum leaked out, dripping from my pussy and down his balls. My upper half sank into the mattress, and I was vaguely aware of Ren spreading my sex open and watching his seed seep out.
Then he dipped the head of his cock in my entrance, delicately tucking his escaped release back inside of me. I bodily trembled, sighing from the eroticism of his actions—and secretly relishing being full of him.
Ren rolled over onto the bed, then promptly reached for me. His brawny arms tugged me across his chest, and my heart quivered when he embraced me. He was solid and familiar, his warmth clashing with the chill in my veins. I yearned to cling to him and nuzzle my face against his thumping heartbeat.
Despite the comfort I wanted to accept in his arms, the same thing he took from me, I couldn’t. My awakening thoughts fought through an erotic haze to remind me of the winged man in the dungeons.
“Where have you been? After we returned to the palace, you disappeared.” I kept my eyes on the dark hair on his chest, idly tracing the dip between his pectorals.
A low chuckle shook his chest. “Why? Did you miss me?”
My shoulder rose and fell dismissively.
A drawn-out sigh vented from him. His fingers threaded through my hair, slowly letting strands drop and tickle my spine.
“I am sorry for being gone so long. First, I met with the council and Cecily to go over the details of the attack. After that I met with the fae who tried to kill me—” he sniffed, voice dipping into a half-growl “—the damned Fairy Prince. We… spoke. Then I spent the rest of the night with the council, planning an execution and my return to battle.”
“You can’t!” I shot upright, hands braced on his chest. Ren’s eyes widened before narrowing. “Your Majesty, I only mean that jumping back into the fray right now seems hasty. Wouldn’t this be a better opportunity to make peace negotiations?”
Soren scoffed before sitting upright. “Peace? The Prince of Fairy tried to kill me—twice—and you’d speak of peace?”
“The prince in your dungeon… didn’t you kill his father and publicly burn his wings?”
Ren had the sense to look away, into the darker corners of the room.
“Doesn’t he deserve the same rights to vengeance that you’ve claimed? You started a war against all the fae for what happened to your mother, yet he only sought retaliation against one. Not your people—You. Make an offer to the Fairy Queen. Tell her you have her son and that you’ll return him, and all the fighting can end.”
Without a word, the king rolled off the bed. I caught myself from falling and pulled a sheet over my chest. I watched, breathing hard, as Ren buttoned his trousers with a shake of his head.
I had no other means of helping Lunaric out of the dungeon. No training with weapons, no knowledge of secrecy or espionage, and no physical strength to fightmy way out. If I didn’t talk Soren out of the execution, then I had no options.
As much as I trusted Rhydan, he wouldn’t help me free the fae prince. He was far too loyal to his friend, his king, to consider such a scheme.
Perhaps I had one thing, the very thing Soren sought me out for. I allegedly had an indomitable allure in my command. That was a power I could try to wield against him.
When Soren bent to snatch his shirt from the floor, I peeled the blanket from my body. His eyes flicked up as my bare legs came into view, and his gaze followed the curves and planes of my body as I rose to my feet. Interest glinted in his eyes, already dark and hungry once more.
To the best of my ability, I swayed forward. My skin was flushed, and my breasts rose and fell with each steady breath I took. And Ren paused, twisting his shirt between white-knuckled fists, enrapt and frozen as I approached.
I placed my hand over Soren’s chest, seeking to appeal to the softer side I knew he was capable of. His chest shuddered once under my palm before he held his breath. I rose onto the tips of my toes, skimming my lips across his parted mouth.
“My King, we were so close to finding happiness together, but if you go through with this, we will never find it again. End the war and spare the fae prince—”
The Butcher released the breath he held with a snarl, as if a spell over him had broken.
Faster than a blink, his fingers curled around my wrist, snatching my hand away. He towered imposingly over me, seething like a maddened beast. “You confuseme with someone prone to mercy.” He tossed my hand away before twisting toward the door. “I’ll see you at the execution, Lilly. And that’s not a request.”
Two hours later, I sat before the vanity in the bathroom, wrapped in a towel as Mrs. Gibbons dried my hair. I picked at the leftover grapes from my breakfast, sulking as she brushed out my hair.
