Page 109 of Faeling
Though he was loath to leave her, he had to see. Rising onto his hands, he stared greedily down at the vision she made.
Dark hair spread behind her, her limbs lay lax on the bed, ready, welcome. She seemed to glow—whether it was the cream or her magic or something else, he didn’t know. Only that he’d never seen anything so lovely.
“Nothing could have prepared me for you, sprite,” he breathed.
Her lips parted, though she said nothing. Raw emotion shone in her eyes, even a hint of sadness.
He wouldn’t have it.
Ducking to claim her lips again, he filled her mind with only him. He overwhelmed her senses, demanded all her attention. Giving her some of his weight, he lay above her, pressing her into the bed as his tongue plundered the hot well of her mouth. He drank her down, every moan and mewl and sigh, until he was sure she would think of nothing but him.
Hungrily, he began trailing kisses down the center of her body; her chin, her throat, her sternum. He made a necessary detour at her breasts, lavishing each with attention, not satisfied until both nipples were erect and swollen. He only replaced his tongue with a hand when she began to squirm beneath him. Plumping her breast in his hand, he slotted her nipple between two fingers as he squeezed the tender flesh.
She parted her legs for him as he approached, and he purred with praise. “My good girl,” he rumbled, burying his nose where her scent was richest.
Setting his lips against her sensitive clitoris, he deepened his purr, letting her feel the vibrations. Ravenna gasped, the fingers carding through his mane turning to talons. She held him there between her thighs, directing him with greedy rolls of her hips and presses of her palms.
He spent long moments lapping at her, enjoying every reaction as he ran his tongue from cunt to clitoris. She wept for him, slick glistening along her rosy flesh and running down her thighs.
A feast fit for a king.
Pinning her hips with a heavy arm, he set his thumb to circling her clitoris as his tongue delved down to indulge. Herimmed her entrance before pushing inside, curling his tongue against her trembling inner wall.
Ravenna thrashed on the bed, chest heaving, the golden chains round her neck, some as fine as thread, tangling in her midnight hair.
One of her heels dug into the dip between his shoulders, and Vallek, wise to her tells, withdrew his tongue. She whined and growled at him, only to gasp his name as he pushed first one and then two fingers inside.
“That’s it, love. Come on my hand and then we’ll see about my cock.”
She might have barked something at him, but the words morphed into a long moan of abandon. Her body tensed, her tight cunt contracting around his fingers. Gently, he pushed his fingers apart, a little more with every pulse, readying her as much as he could.
The moment before climax, he worked a third finger inside, stretching her. Ravenna whined and mewled, brows snapped together in a rictus of pleasure. As reward, he set his tongue along the other side of her clitoris, sweeping around the base.
With a choked gasp, she came apart. Her cunt milked his fingers, as if to draw him further in, wringing every scrap of pleasure she could as he held them still inside her. Vallek greedily sucked and kissed her clitoris, prolonging the pleasure for as long as he could.
When she collapsed back on the bed, body limp, he purred with satisfaction. Kissing the delicate skin of her inner thigh, he began to move his fingers again, little movements that kept her flesh sensitized and her body prepared.
He straightened from his kneel before the bed, climbing in beside her. Laid out comfortably on his side, he arranged herhow he wished, petting her as she came down from the precipice. His cock throbbed angrily at her hip, but he could ignore it for now; the sight she made, all flushed and dazed with swollen lips, was too delicious to miss.
Soon. Finally. We’ll have our mate.
Vallek was as surprised as he was delighted when she turned to face him. He expected more kisses, perhaps soft whispers across the pillows, but instead, she used her hands to gently urge him onto his back. He watched with intense interest as she sat up over him, those dark brows arching again in a sultry expression.
“Shall we see about your cock?” she said.
Before he could answer, he felt the warm press of her magic slither over him. It bound him to the bed in an invisible hold, ephemeral cuffs at his shins, wrists, and neck. He could wiggle a little, and he suspected if he really tried, he could break free, but otherwise, he was laid out before her, a helpless offering.
His cock pulsed painfully, a little spend leaking from the head onto his belly. Gods, he’d never found being kept immobile alluring before, but everything Ravenna did seemed to please him, even those parts he knew nothing about.
Her magic spread like a blanket across the rest of his body, up his legs, across his arms, down his chest. Everywhere but his cock. That she claimed for herself, her hand smoothing up and down the underside before taking him in a firm grip. Her magic was impossibly soft, even where it held him down at the limbs and neck, caressing his skin, swirling over his nipples, even kissing his lips, for she couldn’t reach both his cock and mouth at once.
Her rhythm was purposeful and maddening, almost as much as the little grin she wore. Pressed to his side, her breastsmashed into his abdomen, he could feel the erect points of her nipples, a distracting layer of sensation. Sometimes she lifted up to trace her nipples across his skin, making them both gasp; others, she leaned down to press fluttering kisses to his abdomen, making the muscles jump beneath her lips.
Always her hand moved, lubricated by the spend leaking from his swollen cockhead. The fat veins lining the shaft pulsed and throbbed, his cock nearly moving of its own accord whenever she loosened or changed her grip.
He bared his teeth at the ceiling when her magic gathered below her hand, pooling in a slight, warm weight along his bollocks. She juxtaposed the soft caress with a firm twist of her wrist at his cockhead.
Orgasm gathered at his lower back, but Vallek fought against it valiantly.
