Page 107 of Hell Fae Captive
“Another mirage,” she whispered, her voice carrying through the screen.
Ty stilled, his midnight irises lifting to mine.
Then she started down the correct path, her steps sure. “She’s figured it out. She’s—”
Ty’s fiery essence flickered across his tongue as he swallowed me all the way down, the subtle burn stealing the breath from my lungs.Feed me, little prince. Give me everything.
Fuck…He’d been teasing me before, allowing me to build to this moment, to focus on Camillia while she navigated the tunnels to find her freedom.
However, he wasn’t teasing now.
He wasdemanding.
And I had no choice but to obey.
Camillia was still running, her body darkened once more, yet her silhouette showed every curve, every long, lean line, every tantalizing sway.
I could picture her naked.
See those beautiful tits with her rosy little buds.
Imagine my tongue tracing every inch on my way down to the dessert waiting for me between her thighs.
Ty would watch me taste her. He’d probably tell me what to do. Make me tease her, bring her to the edge, only to draw back and force her to watch him fuck me while leaving her without pleasure.
Only to then take her between us and utterly blow her mind.
It would be glorious.
Perfect.
Necessary.
Ty’s power would flourish through her, throughus, completing a mating he didn’t even realize he craved.
I lost myself to the fantasy, lost myself to the sensation of his mouth around me, lost myself to the victory of Cami reaching the end.
And exploded down Ty’s throat on a roar everyone in the club could hear.
I didn’t care.
My king had done this to me.
My king drew out the pleasure like a fucking avalanche of sensation, causing my limbs to vibrate so intensely that I went ethereal for a brief moment. Feathers. No feathers. Feathers again.
And then I died a little.
Blissful agony.
Gorgeous completion.
An orgasm that rippled and pulsed and breathed new life into my very soul.
So fucking intense.
So damn perfect.
So gloriously regal.
