Page 81 of King of Storms and Feathers

When he finally came up for air, his eyes were black and his breathing a mess. “You’ve done this with a male before?”

“I… I think so,” I said, even though I wasn’t certain.

“Good. Because from the moment you beg for it, I won’t be gentle, little Leaf.”

At his words, heat blazed down my spine, bursting in my belly, then pulsing lower.

“So, if I refused to beg, would you stop?” I asked.

He nodded. “And punish you in the way I described.”

I couldn’t bear to watch him slake his desire and not touch me. The raw sight and sound of him would be agony to witness. For the sake of my plan, I knew I had to beg. There was no other choice, and what was even more disturbing—I wanted what he offered. I wanted Arrow’s power, his body to fill mine and make me forget for a night that I was a prisoner.

I could pretend to be a queen instead. The queen who ruled over him—Arrowyn Ramiel, my devoted king.

Self-disgust wormed through me. I was stupid to indulge in such pathetic, implausible fantasies. But before I could berate myself any further, his hands hooked under my arms, and he pushed me to the center of the bed.

Then he knelt between my thighs. “Beg me to claim you without mercy. Beg for what you need, Leaf.”

As the broad head of him teased through my wetness, the barely there pressure maddening, making my hips lift, my self-control broke. “Please, Arrow, I need you now.”

“Need what?” He slipped between my folds, and I gasped, then panted, clawing at his forearms.

“I need you to… I don’t know what fae call it.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “The same thing it’s called everywhere. Fucking. What you want, Leaf, is for me to fuck you.”

“Yes.” I ran a hand down his stomach, the cut muscles leaping under my touch. “Yes, I do. Please.”

“Say it.”

My head thrashed against the silky covers, the words hovering on my lips.

“Say. It.” His tip edged inside me, then withdrew.

“Arrow! I can’t.”

With a growl and a hissed curse, he thrust hard, seating himself deep inside me. Pain knifed through my center as something tore inside me, the agony blinding. Lightning flashed outside, visible behind my tightly closed eyelids. He had split me apart. Broken me in two.

My breath hitched, and I bit down on my tongue, blood pooling in my mouth as I trembled in his arms.

Above me, Arrow stilled, his thickness like a column of marble inside me, and his grip around my waist excruciating as his muscles tightened.

A curse parted his lips, then a groan. “And once again, you lie. You haven’t done this before.”

“I couldn’t be sure. You know I’m not afraid of much, so it seemed reasonable to assume that I would have.”

He kissed my temples, the tip of my nose, then my lips with surprising tenderness. “This is as it should be. No other man has had you, and no other ever shall. You are mine. Only mine. To take. To use. To revere and worship. Hear my words, Leaf, for they are a spell that binds us. King to slave. Fae to human. Lightning to blood.”

As his hips began to move slowly, he kissed the sighs from my lips, and praised me with each breath he took.

He told me I was beautiful. Willful. Powerful. Sweet and diabolical. And I was his. Only his.

A kind of joyous delirium built in my mind and muscles as I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, undulating my hips to increase the pleasure, to reach the end, to keep experiencing it forever.

His bowed head lifted, his gaze boring into me, and I earned a grin for my efforts. “Fucking hell, Leaf. Yes, that’s it. You take your punishment so well.”

My hips bucked erratically, but he continued to thrust slowly. The pleasure of his body grinding against me, then the agony as he dragged back, leaving me empty, spun me into madness.

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