Page 79 of The Barbaric Fae's Soul

He stepped closer to me and slid his fingertips beneath my top, then pulled on it, slowly tugging the fabric up my skin. He was leaving time for me to ask him to stop, while still taking charge like I’d told him I wanted him to.

I lifted my arms up instead, making his job easier.

My tank top landed in the sink a moment later, and then his hands were moving slowly over my abdomen, over my breasts. I closed my eyes as he played with my nipples, his touch soft and slow. My body warmed, and memories of the times things had heated up between us flashed through my mind.

Kneeling in his tent.

Together, in his bed.

His face between my thighs, in the forest.

He was so damn good to me.

When his hands found my hips, I opened my eyes. He pulled me down from the countertop, and set me on my feet.

And then he lowered to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding slowly up my legs.

“I thought you were being the king,” I whispered, my whole body hot.

“Even a king should kneel for his queen, don’t you think?” Those blue eyes were molten as they collided with mine.

And damn—he was right.

I gave him a small nod as his fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts, and he pulled them down lightly, slowly,carefully.

My body clenched when he freed me from the fabric, the same way he had in the forest that day.

The same way I knew he would for the rest of our lives, if I let him.

And damn—I would let him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he told me, his voice low as his hands slid back up my thighs, parting me for him. Exposing me to him.

There was no urge to cover myself, or hide.

Only fierce desire, and calm confidence.

“So are you,” I said, sliding my fingers into his hair.

“You’re going to lose it before we get in the shower,” he told me, eyes locked with mine. “And then in the shower. And then in the bed, before I finally slide inside you and make you mine.”

Heat bloomed over my cheeks as my body flushed.

“Look at that.” His words were playful, as he lifted one hand from my core to my nipple. It was damp with my need as he dragged it over the sensitive bud. “Even these pretty little breasts blush with the rest of you.”

A soft laugh escaped me, and he grinned at me—fierce, happy, and horny as hell. “You’re mine,” he told me. “Every gorgeous, flushed inch of you.”

And then he kissed my core.

My fingers gripped the strands of his hair like a lifeline as he dragged his tongue up the center of me. I groaned at the feel of it—the warm, slick wetness of his tongue, as he began to circle my clit slowly.

He teased my entrance with a massive finger as he made love to me with his mouth, and my legs opened wider, making room for him.

I was pulling on his hair,yankingon his hair, when he dragged his teeth over my clit. I was already so close to the edge that it sent me over. I cried out as pleasure coursed through my body, and he held me steady as my body quivered.

Without removing his mouth or finger from me, he picked me up with an arm around the back of my ass and carried me into the shower. Luckily, our ceiling was really damn tall.

Hot water streamed down on us as my back met the wall when he kneeled again. A cry escaped me as he picked up the pace with his tongue, starting to move his finger slowly inside me.

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