Page 122 of Beyond the Faerie Gate

My thighs clench. My underwear is soaked, and the situation only gets worse as his hand finally comes up to cup my breast entirely. He cups and then squeezes, putting just enough strength into the action that it makes my lips part on a silent gasp.

When those sharp teeth nip at my earlobe, I moan helplessly.

Then it’s over. He pulls away, wearing a coy little grin, and I pout in dissatisfaction.

“If you catch a wisp, I’ll give you more kisses,” he promises.

I take a deep breath of cool air, wishing that the temperature could do something about the flush that’s taken over my body. Beneath me, the blanket shimmers with a fine powder—fae dust. My fae dust, which still drips from my wings as proof of how much I want him.

I blush, but Lore just runs his fingers through it and brings it to his mouth, licking it from them with a groan. It paints his bold red lips with a shimmer that sets off something deep and possessive within me.

I want him painted in my colours for everyone to see.

For one uncharacteristically bold second, I debate throwing my arms back around his neck and dragging him back for more kisses.

But I’m not quite that brave yet.

So instead, I follow him as he blinks around the clearing, chasing the tiny balls of light with wide-eyed wonder and an ache deep in my belly which just won’t go away.

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