Page 43 of The Dark Fae Princess
He proceeds to do it again, and then with the right one until they are both hard and aching. He tweaks them gently between his forefinger and thumb, twisting them slightly, making me groan with longing.
“More?” he asks.
I nod, my eyes closed, my head thrown back, enjoying his attention.
He twists my nipples again, slightly harder this time, making me gasp at the bite of pain. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
He brushes his lips over my ribcage and down over my stomach, placing tiny kisses on my icy skin every now and again. His hand inches lower down and flitters over my pussy, encouraging me to open up for him.
I do, causing a grunt of desire to escape his lips as he touches me softly. He slides his finger down over my clit and then back up again, teasing me, as he takes my nipple in his mouth again.
He circles my clit with his thumb as he rises a little bit over me, taking his mouth from my nipple so that he can look down at me.
“I’m going to slide my finger gently inside you. Relax, don’t try to resist me,” he murmurs.
I nod and push back the sudden nervousness that has hit me.
He stares into my eyes, his lips slightly parted, his breathing getting heavier as he slowly rubs his fingertip over my entrance and then slips it inside.
“Is that okay?” he asks.
Again, I nod, unable to speak from the tension in my jaw as I grit my teeth. The invasion feels strange. Not sore, not yet, just foreign.
He slides his finger further into me, making me cry out inadvertently.
He freezes. “Do you want me to stop,” he asks instantly.
“No,” I croak.
He gives me a fearful look and I know from my empathic ability that he is scared what I will think of his cock if his finger is causing this anxiety.
“Keep going,” I grit out.
He gives me that fierce look again, but this time I return it, letting him know I’m okay.
He pulls his finger out slightly and then thrusts it gently inside me, then he does it again. I feel myself getting wetter and he smiles down at me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he murmurs. “Let me make you so wet that this feels easy.”
“Yes!” I cry out as he thrusts in again with his finger, placing his thumb on my clit again and putting pressure on it that makes me buck underneath him.
“Oh, you feel so good,” he mutters. “I can’t wait to have those juices covering my cock.”
“Do it!” I demand. “Do it now!”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “You aren’t ready yet.”
“I’m so wet,” I cry in his face, dragging his hand away from my pussy and licking my juice off his fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans as he watches me do this. Then he plunges his tongue straight into my mouth so that he can taste me. He licks my lips, lapping at them as he covers my body with his. I grin to myself and relax completely now. I know what to do to bring him to his knees and it apparently doesn’t take much effort on my part. Even in my innocence, I’m figuring out what he likes.
He nestles between my legs. I feel his erection pressing against me, but I don’t panic like I thought I might, but hoped I wouldn’t. I open my legs wider.
He chuckles at me. “So eager, but not yet, my love. I have so much more love to give you before I break through that innocence and claim it as my own.”
“I love you,” I murmur. “I want something of yours to claim.” It’s not fair.
“Oh, you have, Savvie. You have claimed my heart. It beats only for you, before I knew you and long after you’ve left me.”
