Page 115 of King of Fire and Flames

As I climbed over him, his head rose like he wanted to kiss me.

“Nope.” I pushed against his bulky shoulder, and he flopped back without resistance. “Don’t touch me. It’s my turn to be your master.”

“Fuck. If you keep talking like that, I won’t last three minutes,” he ground out, his fangs already lengthening.

My lips and tongue glided along his neck, and I bit the muscle that ran from behind his ear to his collarbone. I sucked his hard nipples, then moved lower, pressing hot kisses over his twitching stomach. When my mouth brushed his weeping tip, his hips lurched off the tiles.

“Please. I’ll erupt if you do that…” he broke off, panting hard. “And fucking die if you don’t.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.” With one hand, I balanced my weight on his chest, gripping his pulsating length with the other.

He released a volley of curses, but his wrists stayed crossed above his head, not moving an inch, as if I’d chained them together.

I guided the broad head through my slickness, teasing up and down, until we both quivered and shook, panting with desire. Cuffing his throat with my fingers, I placed him at my center, and with a sigh, slid slowly down his length until our hips met.

“Bliss,” I whispered, motionless and losing myself in the wild storm of his eyes. In the sensation of perfect fullness.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, staring up at me through heavy lids. “Fuck me hard before I die from wanting you.”

I leaned forward, my face close to his, the change of angle inside me divine. “Do you remember that time you left me staked out in this exact spot?”

He groaned. “I wish I could forget. It plagues me still, and by the glint in your eyes, it might be the death of me now. I pray to any and all gods, past and future, that you won’t be as foolish as I was and torture us for one heartbeat longer. I’ve begged you before, and I’ll beg you again. Every day, if I must, Leaf. Please, make us one again.”

“As you wish, my king, my obedient slave.”

His laugh cut off abruptly as I squeezed his throat tighter, and then did as he asked, fucked the Storm King ruthlessly, with neither shame nor mercy. A delicious symphony of moans, growls, and rasped incantations of my name urged me to punish him harder. And I did.

Our bodies rocked in flawless rhythm, our breathing rough as waves of pleasure quaked over us. My movements grew erratic, every muscle coiling tighter and my attention narrowing to the pleasure building at my core.

“Such a good girl,” he growled. “Use me. Take what you need.”

“Oh, gods.” I moved faster, shaking and moaning as I slid up and down his length, our hips slamming together.

It was sublime. It had to end because I couldn’t bear anymore. Yet, at the same time, I never wanted it to stop.

“Leaf,” he moaned. “I can’t… Oh, fuck. Don’t think I can hold on.”

I cried out, rubbing the points of his ears as I broke apart, coming in hot waves, my physical body dissolving and flowing like lava down a mountainside.

Arrow froze, his mouth forming an agonized grimace as he battled against the end.

Just as I’d instructed, and even while my body pulsed around him, his arms didn’t move an inch. But his wings were another matter.

The dark feathers shifted and trembled hard, his wings quivering and arching, and when he came with a growl that made me clench and spasm, they shuddered along with the rest of his body.

Dazed and panting, his arms banded my waist, and I collapsed on his damp chest, my cheek pressing against the thudding heart that I’d sworn to cut out.

But I could never harm this male.

Never forsake him.

From the moment our eyes met through the bars of the Farron Gilt Market cage, we had belonged to each other. I knew that now for a fact.

“Do I finally have permission to kiss you?” he asked.

I grinned, brushing my mouth against his. “Yes, please.”

Soft lips took mine, and then he flipped our bodies, his fangs flashing as he smiled. “Now it’s time for the feeding and the fucking.”

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