Page 66 of Owned By the Fae
I give him a commiserating look. This isn’t ideal for either of us, and I understand why he wanted it to be over.
‘I’m … sore. From earlier,’ I whisper, hoping he won’t flip me over and do what he did before.
His countenance darkens. ‘Close your eyes.’
I take a deep, hitching breath and do it.
I feel his hand sliding under my dress and I tense, but he stops at my knee, drawing small circles on my skin.
‘Tell me why you let Kallum hurt you, why you ask for him to do it. That’s what happened before when we found those marks on you in Rondorai, isn’t it?’
I nod. ‘I don’t want to tell you,’ I say honestly. ‘And it’s hard to explain anyway.’
He doesn’t say anything, but his hand creeps up to my thigh, and he draws more circles before moving a little higher.
I shift next to him. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask.
‘I’m making sure you’re ready for me this time,’ he says. ‘I want you to be very wet for me.’
I open my eyes to look at him, confused. ‘Why do you care?’
‘Because believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt you again, so this time, we’re going to go slowly.’
His finger moves up, stopping just short of my core, and I swallow hard, realizing that I want him to touch me there.
I shift again, hoping he understands, but his hand stays right where it is, and he continues with his maddening circles that are causing goosebumps to break out all along my legs.
I shimmy down the bed a little, but his hand moves with me, so it’s no closer to where I want it. I frown, and I think I hear him stifle a laugh, but when I look at him, his face is as serious as it usually is.
‘Dane?’
‘Yes?’
‘Could you get on with it, please?’
‘Are you begging me to touch you, Lia?’
I frown, not saying anything. Is that what he wants? Will he laugh at me later if I do? I stare at him. He has that same odd expression on his face as if he’s trying to work something out about me but can’t quite manage it.
And then his fingers are on me, swiping up my slit, and my hips jerk upwards as I moan. He waits a moment before he does it again, watching my face and appearing pleased with the sounds he elicits from me.
‘Open your legs for me,’ he cajoles, his tone not harsh, but not gentle either.
I do it, my eyes not leaving his, and I feel his fingers part my folds.
‘Where are you sore?’ he asks.
My cheeks heat, but I don’t look away. ‘In-inside,’ I stutter.
‘And what about here?’ he pinches my arse gently and I squeal.
‘And there!’
He rumbles a laugh, and my eyes widen. He never struck me as being playful like Kal, so it throws me a little.
Then his fingers go back to their ministrations, moving up and down lightly. I bite my lip, not wanting him to know how much I enjoy his touch when he’s not being rough, but when he uses two fingers to part me, and the third one to swirl a circle around the tight bud in between that makes me want more, I can’t help the cry that erupts from me.
‘Please,’ I whimper, my body clenching around nothing and wishing I didn’t feel so empty.
