Page 96 of Chosen By the Fae King

My breath caught at his words. He saw me, the real me, and wanted to know more. A frightening vulnerability rose inside, along with a dangerous warmth.

Nox bent his head again, brushing his lips over mine in a fleeting caress. “Does that satisfy you?”

“Yes,” I managed, my voice trembling.

“Good.” His eyes gleamed. “Because now, I mean to have another kiss. And this time, I won't stop at just your mouth.”

“Nox, I've never—"

“Shhh. I do not intend to take your innocence tonight, Aeryn.”

My posture relaxed, though the relief was rimmed with a touch of disappointment. My core ached and the wild thing demanded his attention.

“But mark my words, I fully intend to do so once I have you in my bed.”

His mouth crashed into mine. Torrid and fervent, Nox stole my oxygen while I clung to him desperately.

He pulled me in close and guided me towards the bed, carefully pushing me to my back. His broad hands moved with purpose as he skillfully unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down past my hips.

The king lowered to the floor, removing my boots and socks, then my trousers. He kissed my knee, my thigh, then tugged at the hem of my shirt, lifting it up over my head and tossing it to the side.

Clad only in my bra and panties, I quaked with anticipation as he explored my body. His hands were large and rough, but his touch was gentle and soothing, planting soft kisses on my exposed skin.

He nuzzled the swell of my breasts then slid his hand under the cup to pinch my nipples gently between his fingers. My breath shallowed into something demanding.

“Remove your bra for me, kitten.”

The newest endearment felt right, far preferable to hellion or menace. Arching, I undid the clasp at my back and slowly slid the straps off my arms.

His eyes were nearly all pupil, his irises black orbs lit from within as if flames lay just behind the surface. His lips were red from our kissing. I imagined them on me, doing wicked things.

I threw the garment aside, baring more to him than just my chest. The sound he made had my hips rising off the mattress, searching for friction.

“Soon,” he vowed, lowering and sucking one nipple into his mouth hungrily. He teased and licked until I was begging. Finally, his lips trailed down my stomach.

When he reached the top of my panties, his hands slid up my inner thighs and spread my legs. Hooking under my knees, he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

Nox's nose pressed into the scrap of fabric covering my mound. He inhaled deeply, eyes glowing when they looked up at me.

“Has anyone ever kissed you here?”

Sheepish but too turned on to stop him, I shook my head. Nox hummed with male satisfaction.

“I'm going to devour you. Say my name when you come.”

He pressed his face into my mound and kissed me there. I jolted, not expecting the intimate contact. He licked me through my underwear.

His other hand was on my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. He sucked on my clit through the fabric. I tried to grip the sheets but my fingers wouldn't cooperate. My hips bucked and I held my breath, that divine heat rising, rising, closer, closer.

I gasped his name, body bowing off the bed. Nox tore my panties in half and buried his face in my folds.

His lips were hungry and hot, his tongue exploring and teasing me until I was writhing beneath him. His other hand moved to my hip, holding me still as he kissed and licked and sucked.

When he added a finger, stroking up against some sweet spot inside me, I thought I might come apart entirely.

The pleasure built rapidly as his mouth ravished me. His fingers found a rhythm to match the intensity of his tongue, pushing my arousal higher and higher until I was panting and begging for release.

He came up for air. “You're so wet,” he said in a hoarse voice. “So tight. You don't know how badly I want to fuck you right now, but I'm not going to.”

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