Page 65 of The Fae Lord

Tilting her pelvis, she holds my gaze as she moves up and down. I hold her hips, fingers needling her perfect flesh.

I kiss her neck, and the kiss turns into a bite.

She moans and whispers, “Do it again, harder.”

This time, I bite and suck, and she braces her hands on my broad shoulders as she jerks her hips up and down on top of me.

When I feel my orgasm approaching, I lift her off me and carry her to the armchair by the fireplace. I drop her into it, and make her kneel, ass out.

She parts her legs for me, and I slap her ass the way she slapped my face.

She cries out, whimpers, but leans in for more.

“Wait there.” I leave her and stride to the drawers beside my bed. When I return, I’m holding a small leather flogger. She catches sight of it and sighs with anticipation.

Slowly, I trail it over her back and her wings. I tease her with the promise of pain, make her skin come alive, watch as she shivers with desire for it.

When I bring it down hard on her ass, she grips the back of the chair.

It doesn’t hurt too badly; I have stronger toys I could have used. But the mixture of softness and sharpness is what makes her start to tremble.

As I keep teasing her, she slips her hand between her legs and begins to touch herself.

I let her.

I want to see her like this – giving into every primal urge she has. All the things she has been telling herself she can’t think about or want.

When I give her my cock, she licks and sucks as if she has never wanted anything more in her life.

She stops, panting, and looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Fuck me again.”

I drop the flogger to the floor and move behind her, slamming her back onto my cock with a force that makes the chair scrape against the flagstones.

The chair topples over, but I grab her, keep her standing, lift her into my arms and take her back to the bed.

This time, I use the tips of my wings to tease her.

“They feel different to the flogger, don’t they?” I whisper as I caress her nipples.

She sighs and her back arches up towards me. “They feel so good,” she moans.

I move to her feet. I kiss them gently, then nibble at her ankles. She laughs. The sound surprises me, but when I look up and see her smiling, it does something else to me.

A feral urge to make her smile again grips my insides.

I kiss from her ankles all the way up to the inside of her thighs.

Then I hold her hands above her head and slide slowly inside her. She meets my eyes. The hatred has gone. There is only want there now.

She keeps staring at me as I move inside her. I watch as her lips part, and her pleasure builds.

As our bodies slap together, entwined, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, my body mirrors hers.

As she starts to come, I feel myself unravel.

She clings on to me as if I am the only solid thing in an ocean of storms.

I hold her, too.

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