Page 200 of Hell Fae King
My heavy cock fell against her well-prepared cunt, making her jump as the head landed right against her clit. I grabbed her before she could get away from me, my hands holding her hips while I slid through her damp heat.
“Grab my shoulders,” I told her.
She did, her nails biting into my flesh. “Typhos, I?—”
I slammed into her before she could finish speaking, causing her to break off on a scream that went straight to my balls. “Fuck, Camillia,” I whispered, her tight pussy clamping down around me in protest of my intrusion. I was thick. I knew that. But Gods, I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good around my shaft.
Maybe Melek’s mouth.
However, there was something about Camillia that heightened this experience to a new level of existence. It made our joining feel unique. Divine.Otherworldly.
I slid out to the tip and thrust back in again, wondering if it was just the initial heat that had my mind spinning with outlandish thoughts.
But no.
It washer.
This female.
My mate.
I couldn’t get enough. I needed to fuck her for eternity. Live inside this beautiful cunt.Mark her with my seed.
She said something I couldn’t hear over the rhythmic beating of my heart, my ears echoing the sturdy sound.
It took physical effort to try to focus, to listen to her. To make sure she was all right.
But one look at her face told me she was fine. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips were the markings of a well-pleased woman. The way her nails claimed my shoulders suggested she wanted more. And as I leaned down to kiss her, her tongue informed me that I’d better fuckingmove.
This woman was topping from the bottom again. I’d punish her for it later. Right now, I was a slave to the urges inside me, the need blossoming between us, the urgency warming our bond.
Take. What’s. Mine.
That was all I could do.
It was a savage desire, one echoed by the way I began to punish Camillia with my hips. But my beautiful queen took my movements with the grace and vigor of an equal. She accepted me inside her, clenched around me in warm welcome, and met my kiss with enviable force.
I’d tried to take her into oblivion, to force her to lose her mind with lust. Yet I was the one who had fallen over the edge into a rapturous state, unable to think of anything other than taking us both to the stars.
Our pants mingled with our groans, our bodies dancing to our own erotic beat.
It was a mating for the heavens.
A joining that would empower our Source.
A fucking so exquisite I might actually die…
“Fuck, Cami,” I breathed, using her preferred nickname. It wasn’t what I usually called her, but in the moment, it felt right.
This was my queen.
My partner.
My mate.
I’d do whatever the fuck she wanted, call her whatever she desired, so long as she let me live in this fucking pussy for the rest of my days.
“Gods, you’re… so… fucking…tight,” I breathed, my grip bruising on her hips. “I need you to come, Cami. I need you to come all over my cock like a good fucking queen.”
