Page 31 of Seduced By Darkness
I don’t know why, but I suddenly have the suspicion she hasn’t been entirely truthful with me. “Were you lying to me?” I pinch her nipple. “Your name isn’t Violet, is it?”
“All this talk,” she gasps, “of names. What is in a name?”
“It’s all the better to claim you with,” I snarl, as I drive her forward onto her forearms.
She knows nothing of pleasure. She’s only instinct in this moment, letting me put her where I want her. I tilt her hips until I’m riding over that spot deep within, the one I know gives so much pleasure.
And there it is.
Her breath catches. A spasm works its way through her. She gasps. “What are you—?”
“If you won’t say my name, then you may call me ‘my prince.’” I grind over her again, feeling heat flash through my balls. She’s so fucking tight she’s going to kill me.
“My handsome fairy tale prince?” There’s another laugh. “That feelssogood. I thought you intended to punish me.”
Oh, she’s got a defiant streak. I smile. I like it. “Maybe I will. One day. But you’re too innocent to know what you’re asking for.”
She tenses again and I know it’s the “one day”. “What I’m asking for?”
I reach between her thighs and pinch her clit. Vi reacts like I’ve set off a bomb, her shocked body clenching around mine.
“Oh gods,” she moans, resting her forehead down on her hands and arching back into me like she’s begging for more. A hint of a tattoo peeks out from beneath her curtain of hair.
“Just ‘my prince.’” I tease, and then I’m pushing her over the edge, pinching her again, alternating it with gentle flicks of my fingers, then back to pain again. Until she’s gasping, begging me for obliteration.
“As you wish,” I press down hard and fuck my way into her in long, slow strokes that make my own teeth grind together. The clench of her body is surreal. I planned on prolonging this, but there’s no help for me, no use other than to come with her—
Throwing my head back, I bite my lip and spill my seed within her.
Vi shudders, her body trembling with aftershock. Little lightning jolts go through her with every brush of my hands on her hips, her thighs. I can barely hold my weight off her anymore, and as my cock slips from her warm body, we tumble into the grass together, breathing hard.
“You’re beautiful when you beg me,” I whisper, drawing her back into my arms. Her eyes are glazed, hair tangled across her lips. “So fucking beautiful.”
Vi sinks her hand through my hair and pulls my face down to kiss her.
“You’re the beautiful one,” she admits, her voice rough and low as we break free of each other.
“Mmm.” I brush the slickness of my seed across her thigh. “You know how to be careful?” It honestly didn’t occur to me to ask last night. I took one look at her and lost all hint of common sense.
“Careful?”
I draw back to look at her. “You have a sachet of bitter nettle tea to drink?”
Though children are rare for the fae, accidents very rarely occur. Most of the females attending the rites bring little sachets with them.
Vi sits up sharply. “Oh. Yes. Yes, I can get my hands on some.”
So she wasn’t planning this…. Not beyond yesterday, anyway. I don’t know why I like the thought of that.
Or maybe I do.
I didn’t want to be just a body she chose to lose her virginity to.
“Mmm.” I kiss her arm, her shoulder, her—
“Vi!” someone calls.
Her head shoots up, attention locking on the voice like a deer scenting the hounds. Shifting onto one hand, I rest my chin on her shoulder. “Who is—?”
