Page 72 of The Fae Lord

Jerking my head back, she pushes me away, turns around, and presses her palms against the window, presenting herself to me. I lick from her pussy to her ass, groaning as the taste of her fills my mouth.

Then I fuck her.

I slide into her waiting cunt effortlessly, and thrust hard.

I press down on her wings with one arm, causing her to whimper with discomfort but lean into it at the same time. “Please,” she breathes. “Fuck me harder.”

With my other hand, I grab her hip and pull her back onto me. She grinds them as I thrust, and continues to press her palms against the glass.

When she reaches down to play with her clit, her moans grow louder.

Our bodies slam together. Her walls tighten around me.

She punches the glass with a closed fist, and a splinter appears. I grin and fuck her harder.

She presses her palm onto the crack in the glass, then braces her other hand on the window too, so she can push back harder. And harder.

I stop, withdrawing my cock so only the tip remains inside her. Then, when she looks over her shoulder and says, “Don’t stop,” I slam back into her.

This time, the glass shatters.

We tumble forward, bodies locked together. I wrap my arms around her waist, beat my wings, and hold us there. Suspended in the air above the courtyard. Then I spin her around and fly us to the top of the castle.

Reaching back, I whip my belt from my pants and curl it around her wrists, then I tie her to the spire above my quarters.

When she is fixed there, I let go of her.

She is suspended, hundreds of feet above the ground. Of course, she could fly if she had to, but the adrenaline that course through her body is palpable.

I beat my wings, allowing the cool air to torment her naked body.

Her nipples peak, she arches towards me, searching for my touch, and her eyes blaze with fury.

“I could end you now, if I wanted to,” I murmur.

“You do not want to end me, or I’d have been dead long ago,” she replies, shifting her hips as arousal spreads down her inner thighs.

“What do you think I want from you, Alana?” I am close to her now, so close I can feel her breasts pressed up against my chest. I moisten one finger and use it to pinch her nipple. Her eyes widen. “Why would I lie to you about what you are? About what our visions are?”

“I have no idea why you’d lie, and I have no idea what you want with me.” She searches my face. “My powers? My body? All I know is that I can’t trust you.”

“You’re right about one thing.” I thrust my hand between her legs and apply pressure to her cunt. “I want your body, and I love that you give it to me so freely even though you cannot stand me. But you are not right about the rest. I meant it when I said you’re special. Everything I told you is true.”

“Stop talking.” She tilts her pelvis down, grinding onto my hand. “Stop talking and fuck me, Eldrion.”

“No.” I take my hand away. “I don’t think I will.”

Her eyes flash with rage. “What . . .?”

“I think I’ll leave you here, so you have some time with your own thoughts. So you can ruminate on whether I really am the bad guy or whether you believe what I’ve told you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She wriggles against the restraints that are holding her in place.

I meet her eyes. “Watch me.”

When I return to my chambers, I am shaking. Did I really leave her up there? The thought is both exquisite, erotic torture, and terrifying.

What if I lose her again?

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