Page 63 of The Fae Lord

TWENTY-SEVEN

Eldrion

Ifeel her. But I wait until she is on top of me, and her blade is about to pierce my skin, before I open my eyes.

As I meet her gaze in the darkness, she freezes. Her eyes widen in alarm, but I do not give her the chance to fly away from me.

In one quick movement, my wings are around her, engulfing her, pulling her close to my chest.

She struggles, but I hold her tighter. The icicle falls from her hand and onto my chest. Her arms are pinned between us, her fists bunched. She strains against me, and the feel of her body writhing like that drives me instantly wild.

My cock hardens, and she feels it because her pelvis responds.

“Let me go,” she spits.

“Gladly, but answer me something first, Alana...” I stare into her pale green eyes. She is fire, and beauty, and death. And I welcome every facet of her. “Tell me,” I growl. “Did you come here to kill me or to fuck me?”

Her lips part. She shakes her head, but doesn’t try to get away from me this time.

“I came to kill you,” she says.

“You did not succeed.” I squeeze her tighter. “In fact, I think it is me who could end you if I chose to.”

“You won’t,” she says, her body softening against me, even though there is still hatred in her eyes.

“No,” I growl. “I won’t. Because I’d rather die fucking you than live never having touched you again.”

“You disgust me.”

The words should wound me, but they don’t, because there is no passion behind them. The only passion I feel is the blaze of desire in her eyes.

“Kiss me.” I loosen my grip on her. Just a little.

Her lips are close to mine, now. I feel her breath quickening as she presses down against me, despite the fact she no longer has to.

“Fuck you,” she says. But then her lips collide with mine.

I release my hold and she reaches her arms up so she can pull my face towards hers. She moves her legs, straddling me as her tongue explores my mouth with a fury and passion I have never felt before.

Then she pulls at her buttons, unfastening them and dropping her shirt to the floor.

When we fucked in the tunnels, I did not see her like this.

I saw her in my dreams, but this time she is here and I am transfixed by her. I sit up and kiss her breasts, running my tongue over her nipples as she holds my head and scrapes her fingers through my hair.

She tips back her head and murmurs.

I use my teeth to tease her, and that makes her moan even louder.

Fingers laced in my hair, she jerks my head back, then lifts her arm and slaps me hard. The sting is exquisite. My eyes widen.

“Do that again,” I breathe.

Her eyes flash, and she slaps the other side of my face. The sting sends white-hot arousal to my core. I push my pelvis up into her, to show her what she’s doing to me.

This time, instead of hitting me, she bites my shoulder.

“That’s it,” I growl, wincing as she sinks her teeth into me. “Show me how much you hate that you love fucking me, Alana.”

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