Page 122 of Chosen By the Fae King

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am entirely serious, my heart.”

Nox lifted me into the carriage and climbed in behind, closing the door. We were alone, the sounds of the courtyard muffled, the curtains drawn.

We sat on opposite sides, the air quickly charging with arousal and anxiety, the latter solely coming from me.

“Nox. I am not having sex with you in front of an audience.”

“Not interested in an audience? Or in marrying me in the way of my ancestors?”

“No.”

I was about to yell something at him for thinking I would be okay with such a thing when he chuckled wickedly. “Come now, kitten. Do you really think I would ever allow another male to see you in the throes of passion? Your eyes when you come are for me only. Understood?”

“But you said it was tradition,” I argued weakly, thinking it was suddenly very warm inside the small space.

“It was. One that ended centuries ago.”

Nox crept forward, caging me against the velvet seat. His eyes glowed with hunger and something more, something that pinned me in place.

“Aeryn,” he murmured, “you are mine. And I intend to make sure you never forget it. I don't need to take you inside the temple to prove it when I can simply do that right here.”

I shivered at the intensity in his voice and the heat of his gaze. My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't help the way my body responded to him. I wanted him, needed him.

He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. “Whatever I want, remember?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“But first, I want to make you feel good. And then I want to feel these gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through me. It was the one thing he had yet to request.

I leaned into him, my breath coming in quick gasps. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue seeking entrance. My mouth opened, welcoming him eagerly.

His hands moved over my body, sending waves of desire through me. I moaned into his mouth as he cupped my breasts through my dress, the one Nox had insisted I put on. Now I knew why.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with need. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

I hesitated for a moment before complying. I wanted to please him, to give him everything he desired. He watched me intently as I stripped off my dress, leaving me clad in only my undergarments.

I took my time lowering the straps of my bra, feeling empowered and brazen. By the time I had it unhooked, his erection was bulging at the front of his trousers.

He growled low in his throat as he took in my body. Though he'd seen every inch of it already, his eyes glistened with feral hunger. I shivered at the lust I saw there, letting my own arousal build.

My pulse raced as he traced a finger from my shoulder down to my hand, then back up my inner arm. Goosebumps rose under his touch. I wanted to feel that again, the first time he'd touched me and awakened my desire.

He leaned in, tracing a line down my neck and over my collarbone. I trembled, waiting for the moment his lips would join in the game. I wanted to feel him against my skin, to feel his mouth on my body. My breath quickened, mouth opening as my head fell back, invitation in my eyes.

Nox's teeth flashed white against his lips. “Not yet, kitten.”

His hands rose to my shoulders, then down to the swell of my breasts. He angled forward, lips hovering over my skin and sending shivers down my spine.

I squirmed. Panted. Nearly begged. Then a needy sound escaped, a purr of desire.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he said. “But I'm not done playing.”

He gripped my hands and held them down at my sides. His mouth replaced his hands, lips sucking at the sensitive flesh of my throat. Pleasure shuddered through me, my head lolling on my neck as he continued his attack.

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