Page 17 of The Dark Fae Princess
“Yes,” I nod emphatically. “He didn’t hurt me. I don’t think he’d dare, really. My grandfather would have his head.”
He nods and is about to head out, when he pauses and gives me a searching look.
“What?” I ask.
“You are much nicer than your sister,” he says, a grin forming on his face. “And way prettier.”
I snort. “You’re probably the only one who thinks that, but thanks. I’ll take it.”
“No way, you are gorgeous,” he murmurs, staring at my lips.
I can’t help but stare at his, and then a second later we are crashing together to set the world on fire with a kiss that sends a pulsing sensation straight to my clit.
We are grappling with each other to try and get closer as our tongues duel ruthlessly trying to win this heated battle.
His hands slide around to my backside and he squeezes before he lifts me up and sits me on the countertop. I struggle with my dress to get it up high enough so that I can wrap my legs around him, completely lost in the unexpected heat of this moment.
His hands slide up my thighs, gripping me so tightly he bruises me, but I don’t care. My hands go into his hair as my mouth devours him. He ravages me back. We are breathless, rasping with a desire so fierce I know that when this ends, I will crave it until the end of time.
“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling back eventually and shaking his head. “I’m sorry. You were just assaulted and I’m acting like a pig.”
“Don’t apologize,” I murmur, kissing him again. “This is…”
“Spectacular,” he murmurs back. “Whoareyou?” He gives me a scrutinizing look.
“Savannah, Princess of the Dark Fae,” I reply.
“Indeed,” he mutters. “It’s just…I’ve never…” He shakes his head. “I need to see you again.”
“That can be arranged. On Dark Fae lands, though if you don’t mind,”
“Without a doubt. These Light Fae are a bit of an asshole-ish bunch.”
I laugh. “You included?”
He kisses me softly then, sliding his hands into my hair and gripping it gently as he uses his tongue to bring me pleasure that can really only be matched by the kisses that Jerrick gave me earlier.
That thought makes me pull back with a frown.
What am I doing?
This isn’t me.
“I need to leave you alone now, or I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions. Somehow, I feel that taking you in the ladies room isn’t how you should be treated,” he whispers.
“But others should?” I inquire sweetly.
“Perhaps your aunt,” he laughs. “You were right about her,” he adds, stepping back from me and fixing his clothes into a less rumpled state.
I jump off the countertop and smooth down my dress. “Oh?”
“All she wants is to wet my dick and make me worship her,” he says absently, looking in the mirror and fixing his hair. Then he looks at me. “Not my thing, baby.”
I frown at his demeanor. It has changed suddenly, and he is back to being a dick after being so sweet. I need to find out why he does this. Who has hurt him so badly that he needs these walls in place?
“So, will you come and see me tomorrow?” I ask tentatively. I’m unsure of my place with him now, and I’m starting to feel that telling him I’m a virgin and won’t be ‘wetting his dick’ would be a big mistake.
“Sure,” he says glibly. “I look forward to it.” He bends down and kisses my nose, which is in stark contrast to his words, which I find a bit of a brush off.
