Page 60 of The Fae Menagerie
"All night?"
"For a month," he whispered. He placed gentle kisses on the tops of my thighs and continued to wriggle his fingers, loosening my ring of muscle.
"At least a month," I reminded him between harsh gasps. "Just because I can die doesn't mean I want to, or that I'll go easily."
"You're so fragile," he whined, and his fingers stopped moving.
"You'll take care of me, right?" I asked. "No matter what, Your Highness?"
For someone who wanted me to call him by his title in the bedroom, Doyle looked up at me with sweet and utter devotion. "Yes, I will."
"Together, we killed a basilisk."
"Together, we can do anything." The wicked gleam in his eye returned as he added a third finger, spreading me even wider. The burn was almost too much, but I craved it.
"Need more, Your Highness. Need all of you."
"So needy." He took my cock in his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks and taking me to the root. Fuck, his mouth felt so good, but when I begged him to stop, he shoved me toward the bed. His fingers were gone, leaving a cold void in their place. I whimpered again, but the telltale sound of the bedside table drawer opening and closing reassured me I was in excellent hands.
Doyle's fingers returned, slick and hot, and aiming for the sweet spot that made me see bright stars behind my eyelids every time. I couldn't keep my eyes open while he was prodding me like that and stretching me even wider.
"On your back, on the bed."
"Not my hands and knees, Your Highness?"
His gaze softened as he stood and coated his cock with salve. "It's your first time. I need to know I'm not hurting you." He smirked. "I want to watch you come for me. Is that so wrong?"
"It's perfect," I whispered. "Your Highness."
"You are perfect." He stepped toward me, leaving me no choice but to crawl onto the bed.
"No ties this time, Your Highness?"
"No." He pressed my knees to my chest and stared at my loosened, aching hole. "I want you to touch me while I'm driving you wild."
I expected him to enter me with his prepared cock, but he dipped his fingers into the salve and brought them to my entrance, slicking the ring of muscle again. He leaned over me, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down until I felt a jolt pass between us.
"What was that for?" I asked when he sat back.
"If anything hurts more than that, we'll stop."
"It won't."
"The coin's magic might stop us," he said. " Better to warn you ahead of time."
"Thank you, Your Highness." I circled my legs around his waist and knocked him off balance, dropping him to his elbows above me. "Now fuck me already."
He leaned up on one elbow and angled his cock at my entrance. From his fierce gaze, I thought he would force his way inside me, but the gentle nudge and slight pressure made the heat build inside me even more.
The head of his cock breached my hole, and he stopped moving to lean forward again. He captured my mouth in a desperate kiss, all tongue, teeth, and possession. I loved his kisses as much as I loved the burn of his cock as it filled me, stretching me to the point of pain without going over.
Doyle broke our kiss on a sob when he bottomed out. "Gods, Parker, you're so tight. How is this not hurting you?"
I wiggled my hips, and he groaned. I tried to buck up against him, even though we were already pressed together as close as we could get.
"Fuck me, Doyle." I couldn't reach his mouth, so I licked along the outer rim of his ear. Even his ears were lined with delicate hair. I sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
He moaned. "How are you so perfect?"
