Page 24 of Of Wind and Terror

For a moment, our kisses are nothing but rough nips, fighting tongues, and playful bites—at least from him. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m too much of a coward to initiate anything.

However, when he moves to pull away, I find that I don’t want to let him go. I inch my gloved hands upwards to tangle in his messy red-brown hair, and I give the strands a tug. I wish I could feel them beneath my fingertips. Would they be as soft as they look?

Blaze groans low in his throat and grips my hips, pulling me flush against him. Something hard pokes my belly, and I’d have to be an imbecile not to know what that is.

But he’s big. Much bigger than any guy from before.

Almost too big.

Blaze begins landing open-mouthed kisses across my jawline and to the sensitive spot directly below my ear. There, he allows his tongue to flick out and create tantalizing patterns across my skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Kassandra,” he whispers against my flesh. “So beautiful. So perfect. So mine.”

I want to protest and tell him that I’m not his, but the words get lodged in my throat, especially when he reaches for the buttons lining the back of my dress. He pauses there, hesitating, before roughly asking, “Is this okay?”

Logically, I know I should refuse. If there was ever a time to put an end to things, now would be it. I have a feeling that we’re crossing a line we won’t be able to come back from.

But instead of shaking my head in refusal, I nod once and pull him closer.

He deftly undoes my buttons one after another, and I once again marvel at how skilled he is with his hands.

Just how many fae females has he done this with?

As soon as that thought comes to the forefront of my mind, it’s all I can focus on, all I can think about. My brain conjures up images of different fae in various stages of undress.

Kissing him.

Touching him.

“You’re perfect, Kassandra. My Kassandra. My little beast.” His fingers dip down the front of my gown, and all worries dissipate in an inferno, reduced to nothing but ash.

His fingers graze my sensitive nipples, and I jolt at the unexpected touch. I’ve never given my breasts much thought before—except for wanting to hide them from lewd gazes—but they’re incredibly sensitive. Pleasure dances down my spine with each flick of his fingers against my sensitive nubs.

He moves his lips back to my collarbone and rains kisses across the skin there. I arch backwards as he works his way down my throat and between my breasts. As he kisses me, he tugs my dress farther down until my breasts are unveiled.

I suddenly feel shy and self-conscious. I’m not sure anyone has ever seen this much of me before. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? I know Blaze has been with hundreds of females. How could I possibly live up to them?

But once again, Blaze manages to ease my worried thoughts when he cups one of my breasts and runs his finger over my pebbled nipple.

“Beautiful.” His voice is awed and reverent. “Kassandra, you are the most beautiful female I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

I search his face for any sign of deceit or mockery, but all I see is sincerity. And another emotion. Something softer. Something foreign.

He drops to his knees before me—Blaze, the prince who once claimed that he’d never kneel for another living being—and pulls my dress down the rest of the way. I step out of the gaudy fabric until I’m standing before the Fall Prince in nothing but lacy white panties, my mismatched gloves, and a pair of black slippers. I’m sure I look a mess, but Blaze gazes up at me as if I’m the most beautiful fae he’s ever seen before.

My heart races in my chest.

Instinctively, I lower my hands to his shoulders and apply the slightest amount of pressure. He chuckles, and the low, delicious sound sends heat straight to my cheeks.

And then he tilts his head back and licks at my damp panties, directly over my core.

I gasp as pleasure courses through me and then begin to rock my hips against his mouth. Seeking more. Seeking something.

Quick as a whip, Blaze places his arms underneath my thighs and hoists me up. My back slams against the rickety wall of the shed, but it doesn’t hurt. If anything, it amplifies the pleasure rushing through me. Blaze positions my legs on either side of his head and then places his lips to my core once more.

I gasp as he slowly pushes aside my panties and breathes me in.

“You smell so good,” he rasps, his muscular arms anchoring me in place. “I wonder if you’d taste as good.”

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