Page 65 of Hellish Fae
The deep look in his hellacious eyes pulls me back, though. It grounds me and hurts me, but I don’t even know why.
“I’ve had you spread beneath me more times than I can count, but I’ve never . . . really had you. You’ve never been mine, Aries,” he whispers like a dark secret.
My chest aches for him. For all the shitty things we’ve done to each other when we could have spent all this time tangled up and loving each other.
Something circles my mind in this moment, and I can’t help but ask him.
“If you want me right now, why aren’t you touching me?” My fingers arch and dig into the messy bed spread as I wait for his reply.
What if he doesn’t want me now? What if he’s realized how much he belongs in this place and decides to try to come home?
His real home.
“I don’t want to touch you because I want you screaming my name because of me. Not because of my magic. I want to feel the realness and the rawness of how much you want me. And Idoknow you want me, Aries,” he says slowly.
Does he know I’ve always wanted him? Right from the start. Every time I told him to leave, I wanted him.
I just didn’t want the problems that came with wanting him.
And tonight, none of that matters.
Nothing matters tonight.
Not a kingdom, not my brother, not my screw-ups.
Just us.
“Never leave me, Krave,” I whisper so faintly it’s like an opposing echo in my head of all the times I’ve shoved him away from me.
His lips part without sound. His palms carefully settle on either side of my head, caging me beneath him. He keeps his word. He never does run his addicting hands down the curves of my body. The way his chest skims over mine, his hips pressing against me just right, it’s enough. I don’t need his touch. I just need his nearness.
His gaze lingers on mine even as he dips down and teases my lips with his. It’s a slow flick of his tongue, but it makes me want more. For the first time, I understand what he means by tasting lust. I don’t know if it’s mine or Damien’s, but Krave’s tongue slides over mine with something like sugar and adrenaline hitting my senses. My fingers shove through his hair before pulling him harder against my lips. His kiss brings me to life; it revives me and soothes me.
It heals every broken part of me.
He lets me control the passion between us so much that a moan slips from my lips as he arches above me, and ever so slowly, slides along my folds. With drawn-out movements, he teases me. His shaft grinds over my clit before he slips all the way down, almost where I want him, but not quite. He does it over and over and over again. He makes me want him more and more with every breath I forget to take.
There’s a single second where his entire body tenses, his arms flex around me, his abs are taut, and then, the hard length of him slowly fills me. He takes it so slowly that I feel every piercing bar gliding along my most sensitive skin. He breaks the kiss, letting a fraction of space open between us, just enough for him to hear the cutting gasp that slips over my lips.
And he smiles.
He comes back to me and kisses away the little whimpers that keep falling from my mouth. The way he holds himself firmly above me makes me quickly realize how poised his thrusts are. Krave fucks meticulously. Every slow drag of his cock teases my sex for the pounding slam he delivers right to my g-spot.
My nails sink into his skin, and it only makes him smirk even more against my parted lips.
“Bring your leg up over my hip, love,” he instructs, his lips ghosting along my neck and ear. “Let me really fuck your pretty cunt the way you need.”
The moment I shift against him with my thigh lifting against his hip, he sneaks his arm beneath the crook of my knee and locks me in place with my leg thrown over his hard shoulder.
“That’s better,” he whispers darkly.
The steady slow pace he held before is no longer there. He drives into me over and over and over again with so much quickness, it all builds into a chaotic feel of growing desire. He took so much time building it up.
Then it all comes crashing down far too fast.
I arch beneath him, legs spread wide, head thrown back, body completely at his mercy.
And he doesn’t pause once as my orgasm consumes me.
