Page 66 of The Iron Fae
"Your mother is a bitch."
He smiles against me. "Let's not talk about her right now, though." His hand slips between my legs. "I'm going to claim you. I'm going to fuck you how you deserve to be fucked." His fingers part my sex, a small hum of approval emanating from him as he slips a couple of fingers deep inside of me. "I just hope you don't regret it because there is no turning back."
Lincoln's grip on my hair is all that really holds me up. Two fingers dip inside of me while his thumb circles my clit. Every single part of me becomes tight and on the edge of something too far off to reach. My brain is too foggy to think. Every fiber of me is too drawn to him to care about any repercussions. I just want him to do this, to do more, to touch me and to love me. To care for me.
To claim me.
A chorus of laughter comes from the other room. My gasp of a breath silences in an instant. It makes me aware of how close the Fae who are waiting to judge me are.
"Can't they hear us?" I rasp.
Lincoln pulls his hand out of me, leaving me raw and exposed. "Mmm, possibly,” he whispers with a hint of amusement.
A wild, untamed, grin lifts my cheeks. I run my hands down his chest, unbuckling his pants, pushing them away, gripping his length between us. His breath hitches. I stroke again and again and again.
With my dress gathered around my hips, it makes it easier to lower myself to the ground. My feet knock against items that clinch together behind me as I rest on my knees. There's so much of him, I spit into both hands and stack them at the base of his cock. I lick my lips and bring my mouth over him. His shoulders hit the wall behind him, scattering whatever was behind him with a similar clatter.
Moving my hands in opposite directions, I run my tongue over his thick shaft, sucking, and plunging him in and out of my mouth. His fingers intertwine in my hair, gently at first… Rougher within seconds. There's a bead of precum on the edge that stains the taste of him with salt.
Wetness drips from my lips, coating every inch of his member, and making my hand slick against him. Lincoln yanks himself from me, pulling me up to standing.
"No," he cuts out. "This is not a moment for you to be bowing to me. You are the queen and should not be on your knees."
"I want to."
"Not as much as I want to."
Lincoln gives me a quick kiss, uncaring of the dampness around my mouth. He sinks below me, letting my skirt tent over him. My hand reaches for the wall and something clatters to the floor before I find my balance.
Fae talk amongst themselves on the other side of the thin door. The thought of getting caught sends a thrilling tremble down my spine. I grasp the shelf behind me as he guides my legs a bit further apart and runs his tongue over my wetness.
The tip of his tongue slices through me and circles as he gently sucks my clit. I squirm, trying to hold in the sounds that want to escape me. Lincoln buries his face between my thighs, messily lapping up all of my wetness as he creates so much more.
He presses all the right buttons, hooking a finger into me to pet at what I quickly realize is my G spot. It's a new feeling, to have someone else find my pleasure so easily, one none of my past lovers had ever been able to find.
Everything builds inside me all at once. It’s a rush of sensations racing toward something so, so close.
This time I can't keep my moan in. Not when he strokes and taps against it while his tongue rocks against me in the perfect rhythm. He lets all the bubbling ecstasy inside me build, his mind rejoicing as my hips rock on their own accord. My legs tremble. Still he caresses me and flicks his tongue until an earth shattering orgasm consumes me.
Nearly unbearable pleasure rocks through my core, making me arch my back, every muscle inside of me clenching against his fingers. I cry out, the Fae on the other side of the door still chatting loudly amongst themselves like the melody to my song.
Lincoln gathers my skirt back in his hands, taking both of my thighs and lifting me from the floor. My lashes are still fluttering when a hard thickness presses against my clit.
And then he adjusts me once more against him before he slides ever so slowly inside.
I gasp while he groans and takes his time easing into me and stretching me.
Once he's buried deep inside, I rock against him. He lowers his face into my chest, kissing my breasts carelessly. After a short moment, I begin grinding against him, thrusting him deeper and deeper. Our movements get rougher.
Faster.
The shadow of my last orgasm makes everything more sensitive. And every movement threatens to send me spiraling.
Lincoln's chest is slick with sweat and my hair sticks to the sides of my face. We gasp for air, our chests heaving against each other. He slams into me so hard my head hits the wall but the force of it is exactly what brings me to my peak. I want to scream with the sheer intensity of the waves drilling all through every single part of me. I can feel what he feels, all barriers of his mind broken and gone. It all adds to my release.
Forcefully, Lincoln's mouth clamps over mine, catching and quieting the shriek that starts to explode out of me as he makes me cum once more.
This man knows what he is doing.
