Page 41 of Wrath of the Fae Queen
Hmmm.He is filled with satisfaction.
I get a glimpse of him through his own eyes, lying back on a simple pallet bed in a mostly bare room. He folds his armsbehind his head, his tunic rising to reveal his lower stomach, but all I can focus on is the outline of his thick erection in his pants.
I want to make a mess of him.
The surge of his arousal as his cock throbs pulses through me. I close my eyes and throw my head back at the feel of it. The desire to wrap my hand around the velvety skin of his hardness has heat pooling between my legs and my entire body tingling. What I wouldn’t give to put it in my mouth right now.
Keira, dear heart.That low, deep tone rings through my head.Open your eyes and focus. There is something I need from you.
My breath catches as he slides phantom fingers down my back and his lips trail ever so softly across my neck. It almost feels real, but it is nowhere near enough to get me where I need to be. His touch is a ghost of a sensation. Nothing compared to the physical thing. Frustration fills me, because I want more of him.
Patience.I have an idea. I think it will work,he says.But first, take off that gown, very slowly.He throws into my mind the memory of the first time we had sex, when I made him sit and watch me strip for him, without being able to touch. That vision does something to me, seeing it from his perspective.
A wicked smile curls my lips as I remove the collar around my throat, giving it a sharp tug to break the rest of the chains and tossing it to the corner of the room. Then I slowly peel down one thick strap to expose my shoulder, followed by the other. The golden links cling to my breasts, holding the entire dress up.
I hook my thumbs into the neckline and lower it inch by tantalizing inch. I take extra care to caress and jiggle my breasts as the sheer gown lowers over them, my gaze remaining fixed where Aldrin wants it in the mirror, so he can soak in every detail.
He is panting already, his mind completely incoherent, a thick fog of lust upon it. Then he slips his hand along the thin strip of his bare stomach and down inside his pants, stroking his huge cock. The feel of it beneath his palm is enough to undo me, the thick hardness beneath smooth skin and the bead of moisture that he rubs into its tip. I almost lose my mind as my mouth waters and my core clamps with hot need.
Keep going,he says as he pumps himself in leisurely motions.
Pull it out. I want to see what you are doing. Please,I beg.
His hand stills, and I sense the damned grin growing on his face.Not yet. Not until you earn it. I am going to make you work for it.
I swallow hard as sweat beads between my breasts. I drag the gown down over my stomach, displaying the creamy skin beneath. It snags on my hips and I roll them from side to side in a sensual dance, slipping the dress off only a little bit each time. Then I drop the entire garment to the ground in a quick motion, so the entire lengths of my legs are on display for him. I am left in nothing but that tiny bodysuit.
Fuuuck me, it has been too long.His possessive growl sends lightning sparking through me.Touch yourself. Cup your breasts. Run your hands down your waist and over your hips. I burn to feel you.
I caress my body. The duality of the sensation is surreal: my small hands, smooth and cold, paired with his large ones, rough with callouses and hot. I concentrate on blocking out my own touch and focus only on his projection.
A small moan escapes my lips. It is like he is here with me, pressing his chest against my back and sliding his hands over my skin. Coarse fingers swirl over my nipples, dragging out a shock of pleasure as they are pinched through the thin fabric, then wrapping around the full curve of my breast.
I don’t know who is in control anymore. If I move my hands with the memory of how he likes to touch me or if he maneuvers them.
You,Aldrin grunts as he gives his cock another pump.Definitely you.
The curling, tightening sensation of his arousal mixed with mine makes me incredibly wet, aching for his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Anything I can have.
I slowly slide down the straps of the undergarment that covers precious little of my breasts. Aldrin watches with desperate eagerness. At the last moment, I stop, pull the pins from my hair and drape the long locks over my bust, right before pulling the fabric away completely.
Don’t tease,he growls.
I raise an eyebrow at him in the mirror.You need to earn it.
He groans something incoherent, but his eyes fixate on where my nipples peek through the strands of my hair. Then I remove the bodysuit completely. Unsated fire burns inside him and bleeds into me as his eyes soak me up. Every curve. Each line. I am completely bare before him except for the long curls of my hair. His cock pulses again, and the erotic sensation has me arching my back.
I never thought sex with him could get any better, that it was physically impossible, but the deep connection of our mate bond means that we can revel in each other’s pleasure. That it can stack up in a compounding effect, intensifying the experience.
A gust of wind whips up around me as Aldrin sends an armchair across the room, gently scooping me up in it. He makes sure I am perfectly arranged in front of the mirror.
Did you just use my magic to move furniture around?I pretend to scold. Wisps of the wield still curl around my fingers. I didn’t know we could do that.
Focus, Keira.His voice is low and husky.
Rude,I throw back, sinking into the soft leather cushion.
Open your legs for me.His command sends a shiver down my spine, like he speaks right in my ear. I part my legs as far as the large armchair will allow.Further. Show me more. Everything.My heart leaps as I spread them wide, looping one over the low armrest.Fucking beautiful,he groans.
