Page 120 of Crowned By the Fae King

Part of me wanted him to be the first to say it. He was the anchor of our duo—the reason I was here in Faery. I was his soulmate.

But I was the one who held the key to his heart. That heart had told me he loved me the first time we'd kissed, because he couldn't help but to show me everything he was. Even without that touch, I could lean into the bond between us and hear all the things that bound him to me: love you need you love me keep me.

I leaned towards him and gripped his chin. My thumb ran across his lips. "I hear you," I said softly. "I love you." His ears dropped and lips parted. I slid my thumb into his mouth, reveling in the heat of our mutual want as he pressed his tongue up against my skin, surrendering. "Cassie," I breathed. "You're mine."

He traced a heart on my side, every ounce of his focus on me. Eyes on mine, Cass leaned forward, sliding my thumb deeper into his mouth, and nuzzled his cheek against my inner thigh. Let me taste you, he thought to me, forming the words with care. On their heels came a quieter plea, one I wasn't sure he even knew I could hear: Let me love you. Please.

I pulled my thumb out of his mouth with slow decadence, pressing down on his hot tongue. He moaned for me, eyes hazing over with pleasure. Since my leg was already over his shoulder, I didn't bother trying to take off the scrap of lace Kat had put me in for the revel. I simply hooked my fingers under it, and dragged it to the side.

Cass' eyes dropped to my pussy. His pupils visibly dilated, the dark swallowing the gold. "Fuck," he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my wet skin. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

"Look with your tongue," I said, smirking down at him.

I didn't have to ask twice. Cass groaned and leaned forward, pressing the flat of his tongue against me.

I almost came from nothing but that. His need and desperate pleasure spiked into me with blinding force, streaking through my veins and setting me aflame. I had my hand fisted in Cass' hair in a heartbeat, holding his face up against me.

Cass didn't hesitate. He ran his tongue up along me in heavy stripes, whole head moving as he feasted on me. His fingers dug into my side and my thigh, holding me in place. Oh, gods, you taste so good, I want to make you feel as good as I do—fuck yes need more take me keep me—

He wasn't practiced. It had been a long fucking time since my soulmate had licked pussy, but he knew my body like his. Each stroke of his tongue honed in on what felt best, until I was shaking from it, my toes literally curling up from the tension coiling inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped out, already on the edge of orgasm. He fucking kept me there, his magic singing through my veins, not letting me tip over the edge—not that soon.

His eyes lifted to mine, pupils blown and gaze intense, and Cass dragged his tongue slowly up my pussy, keeping steady pressure on my clit.

I whimpered, panting for breath. "Torturing… me?"

He made a sound of satisfaction and returned to licking me, face buried against my pussy and bliss creasing his brows.

Two can play at that, I thought, unable to peel my eyes away from the sight of Cass eating me out like it was the best damn meal he'd ever had. I leaned into my sense of him, letting it all flood in: the throbbing pressure of his cock against his pants, the wonderful feel of my body under his hands and of his magic in my veins, the sharp tang of my pleasure on his tongue—love this love you need more please more—

"Touch yourself," I said, putting command into my voice.

Cass let out a pleading whine. His eyes flicked back up to mine and his fingers dug into me.

"You heard me," I said, hot hunger wetting my mouth. "You're not going to let me come? You get tortured, too. Fucking touch yourself, Xarcassah."

He shuddered and let out a panting breath. A second later he had his hands on his pants, all but tearing open the buttons to free his cock.

Fuck yes.

I didn't know whose thought that was, and I didn't care.

His left hand wrapped around himself and I almost fell over from the staggering pleasure of that touch. Cass had his other hand on my side to steady me in a heartbeat, moaning into me, and started stroking.

There was no escape. His tongue on my clit matched the rhythm of his hand on his cock, the paired sensations driving all thought out of me—out of both of us. My sharp sounds of pleasure filled the room as my vision fuzzed out. I didn't have any room for anything besides his tongue on my clit, his hand on his cock, the aching need ratcheting higher and higher in my core.

"Cassie— Cassie—"

He moaned, and everything broke into ecstasy.

I came so hard my breath caught in my throat. My legs fully gave out, all my weight dropping onto him, but even in the white-bright pleasure of orgasm Cass held me there. His tongue pressed hard against me as I came and came and came. Pleasure rocked through me in clenching waves, the feel of come pumping through his cock and the grip of my pussy pairing to make something more ecstatic than the sum of its parts.

His come struck the back of my calf; slid down my skin. His soul begged for more—fuck me fuck me please fuck me—

I shoved him down while aftershocks still rocked through my core. He went with a groan, helpless to disobey, and I followed him down. Cass moaned up against me, the vibration exquisite. His wings sliced through pillows. Pale down drifted through the air.

Quyen, wait—

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