Page 64 of The Fae Lord

Her fingers scrape down my back. She reaches up and tugs my wings, jerks them roughly.

Her cheeks are flushed. But as she scratches and bites me, she kisses me.

Panting, she stops. Our eyes meet.

This time, softly, I trace the line of her jaw, then bring her lips back to mine. The kiss is more gentle. She hums into my mouth and wraps her arms around me.

I engulf her in my wings once more. Then she lets me flip her over and lay her down on the bed.

She relaxes. Her fingers find their way to my hair, pulling me closer, as we devour each other with our mouths.

I reach down and pull at her pants, desperate to feel her skin against mine. I want to know every inch of her, every secret she holds. She helps me by lifting her hips as I jerk them down over her feet, then toss them to the floor.

When her underwear is gone, too, she is gloriously naked. Laid out on my bed, her purple wings spread beneath her, auburn hair tousled, green eyes sparkling.

I part her legs and move down her body to settle between them.

I take my tongue to her clit, and slide two fingers inside her.

When I look up, she is watching me. She nods, and hooks her legs over my shoulders, jerking me towards her with a force that says she needs me to continue. Now. Harder.

When I reach the spot inside her that makes her breath catch and my name tumble from her lips, I grin.

She closes her eyes as if she does not want to admit what is happening. But they stay closed for only an instant. Then she is watching me again, nodding and begging and calling my name as I drive her toward exquisite release.

I feel her walls clenching around my fingers. Her body coils. Her back arches up off the bed and she grips the sheets.

Her toes curl.

Her skin glistens with sweat, and the freckles on her cheeks seem even brighter than before.

I lap at her wetness. I drink it down, and sigh as her taste fills my mouth.

When she comes, she cries out as if her body is breaking or exploding. She grabs my head and holds it still as I suck her clit and thrust with my fingers.

Her body convulses around me. Purple lights drift from her body into the room. One lands on my shoulder. Then another.

And then I feel it... a sensation that doesn’t belong to me, but which settles deep in my body. Waves of pleasure wash over me. But it is not my pleasure... it is hers.

As she meets my eyes, nodding because she knows what is happening, I stand and grab her. Tossing her back further onto the bed, I position myself between her legs and enter her slowly. Even though it is taking every ounce of control I possess not to simply devour her.

“Eldrion,” she calls my name again, and it is like molten pleasure on her lips.

I fuck her hard and slow, watching her eyes widen with every deep thrust.

“I want to taste you,” she says. “And feel your metal on my tongue.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and she kneels in front of me. She licks from the base of my cock to the tip, then swirls her tongue around it.

She takes my balls into her mouth and sucks gently, then harder as she runs her hands up and down my thighs. She kisses the backs of my knees, my feet, my hips.

It is as if she wants to learn every inch of me.

I watch her with unbridled admiration.

Her body, and the way it moves, and the way it sounds . . . “Fuck, Alana . . .”

She climbs into my lap and lowers herself onto me. I wrap my wings around her and hold her close. Then our rhythm slows.

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