Page 117 of Hell Fae Prince
“You’re so beautiful,” I told him, only belatedly realizing I’d opened my eyes. But he’d freed me from the ropes, shattering the illusion of being under his command. My arms had already moved. Looking at him had just felt… natural.
“Not as beautiful as you, Cami,” he said, capturing my mouth as he palmed my breast.
I screamed, startled by how sensitive my nipple was beneath his hand.
He responded by rubbing the stiff point, then lowering his lips to kiss my breast as his pace slowed below.
I writhed beneath him, lost to his tongue, his mouth, his everything.
I hadn’t realized just how much the rope had teased me. Now it felt like I was bathing in relief, reveling in pleasure, losing myself tohim.
I let myself fall. Gave in to his touch, his kiss, his everything.
By the time he kissed me again, I was no longer Cami. I was simply Melek’s angel. His female. His fae. Hismate.
And he worshipped me, just like he’d promised.
With his hands. His mouth. His tongue. His cock.
Every part of him complemented every part of me, our bodies engaging in a sensuous dance that was all Melek.
Because he could well and truly lead. I was a slave to his motions, utterly devoted to his every whim.
He smiled against my mouth. “Are you falling in love with me, Camillia De la Croix?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Mmm,” he hummed, nipping at my bottom lip. “I’ll accept that. But you should know, I think I’ve loved you from the moment we met.”
I shook my head. “That was lust.”
“That was our souls knowing each other,” he corrected me with a thrust I felt through every inch of my body. “My heart beat for you then, and it sings for you now.”
He captured my mouth before I could reply, not that I knew what to say.
Melek, the fae of riddles, was speaking truths. Confiding his feelings. And expressing his adoration in a way only he could.
We’d finally reached the last play in this game between us.
And it turned out that we were both winners here.
Both of us chasing the same end goal.
Screaming for each other in unison.
Chanting the other person’s name.
“Melek!”
“Cami!”
I clung to him, my heart racing in my chest as an explosion built inside me. An explosion born of months of uncertainty. Months of yearning. Months of confusion. Months of teasing. Months ofneed.
“Fly for me,” Melek demanded, his mouth against mine. “Fly for me and shout my name.”
I squeezed my thighs against his, my arms wrapped firmly around his neck.
Then I flew, just like he’d ordered me to.
