Page 68 of Given to the Fae
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper, not sure what else to say.
‘Don’t be sorry,’ he says again, his eyes dipping down.
I follow them and see that he’s staring at where my hard nipples stick out like pebbles from his shirt. Looking back up at him, I gather my courage and raise my hand to trace it down his cheek.
‘I’m not really.’
He practically nuzzles into my touch. ‘Good.’
He leans in closer and smells the air again. One corner of his lip rises.
‘Do you want something from me?’
Staring at him, I try to work out what he means. Is this a trick to make me admit I covet something of his?
I shake my head.
‘Has anyone ever put their mouth on you?’ he asks after a moment, looking amused.
My hand falls from him, dropping to the bed without a sound in case he tries to bite me, or something.
‘Put their mouth on me?’ I whisper. ‘What do you mean?’
His right hand cups my cheek and then one finger moves down between my breasts to my navel, barely touching and then going lower still to my mound.
‘Here,’ he says, his eyes darkening. ‘Has anyone ever feasted on your cunt?’
My eyes impossibly wide, I shake my head in shock, choking out a ‘Who would?—’
‘I would.’ His determined eyes search mine. ‘If you wanted me to. I would make you feel so much pleasure on my tongue, if you allowed me.’
I open my mouth and then close it again, my mind not sure what to say even as my body seems to understand perfectly. My legs shift, widening a little to my own mortification.
Our gazes still locked, I feel his large hand start at my knee and very slowly caress up the inside of my thigh. He pauses halfway. My breathing has quickened and my heart races.
‘If you want this to stop, you need only say,’ he murmurs. ‘You are not a slave in here with me. You are a female I desire to taste. But if you don’t want me to, you need only tell me to cease and I promise you that I will. Do you understand, Bryn?’
I find myself nodding. I’m scared, but I’m not afraid of him, not as a slave is afeared of a master anyway. This is something different.
I’m frozen as he picks me up easily and deposits me further up the bed before he slides down my body to kneel between my legs. His massive hands take hold of my knees and draw them wide, the shirt riding up. When he can see me, his eyes move over every part of exposed flesh, and just when I’m contemplating covering myself, he moves forward and buries his nose between my legs.
I startle and cry out and he draws back.
‘Has anyone ever touched you here? Not as a release, but just to give you pleasure because they wanted to?’
I shake my head and he lets out a feral growl as he descends and licks me once all the way from arse to mound.
I try to hold in my whimper as the sensations of his tongue on me register.
‘Lean back and close your eyes,’ he murmurs from between my legs as he parts me with his thumbs and nuzzles a place that makes me moan.
‘I wanted to take my time,’ I hear him say. ‘I was going to make you moan over and over again, learn every single thing that you like my tongue to do but I don't think I have the patience, not this time. Gods, how I’ve dreamed of making you scream beneath me.’
I groan at his filthy words, and then keen as he locks his lips around me and sucks gently, his tongue swirling around, seemingly everywhere. A lone thick finger plays at my entrance and my hips buck when he doesn’t give me more than a shallow probe.
‘Please,’ I whisper.
‘Are you wet enough to take my finger?’ he asks.
