Page 123 of Crowned By the Fae King

"Are you sure?" Cass panted. "I can't undo it, not easily." He dragged his hands down my sides before sliding one between us, lining himself up with me. "We don't have to."

I grabbed him by the face, fingers tangling in his thick black hair. "You're mine. Give me more," I said, half-snarling the words, my gaze intense. Even though I couldn't hear my own subconscious, I remembered him telling me the words, and I knew all he had to do was lean into that contact to hear my hunger. "Give fate an assist, Cass, and give me everything."

"Fucking black night—" He hooked an arm under my leg, hauling me closer. His cock slid a half-inch into me, the head nestled in my folds, a promise of so much more. I'm yours—take me have me oh gods please more—I can please you, I promise I can make this good, don't regret me, he begged in my soul, words I wasn't sure he could control any more than he could control the way his power connected us or the endless need of his heart.

I love you, I told him through that connection, never looking away from his eyes. I want you. I want this. Let me have you, Cassie.

"I'm yours," he said in a rough voice. He held my gaze, panting, and pushed into me.

Though I was so wet he could have driven his cock home, buried himself in me with reckless need, Cass rocked into me with aching slowness. Every roll of his hips sank him deeper into me, with only the slightest draw back before he did it again. We shook from the force of the pleasure radiating from our cores. My pussy spasmed against the thick length stretching me open, but Cass held off our orgasms, his ears dropped low and brows slanting.

He bottomed out in me, pressing hard. The radiating ache made me gasp, hand going to my stomach. Cass put his own hand over mine. He rocked inside me, little thrusts that ratcheted up the tension without any relief, those damned ridges as torturous as I'd expected. "More?" he asked, with a sharp buck of his hips to remind me of exactly what I was asking for.

"Three times asked, and three times answered," I panted back. "Fucking give it to me, Cass."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest. As my Queen commands.

Made for You

Cass pushed into me, not with gentleness, but with relentless demand. The pressure made my back arch and mouth fall open. Everything fell away but the spreading tension—the incredible sensation of my soulmate sliding deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

My thighs started shaking. It felt like there was no end to him. I was so small and he was so thick that I could feel him under my hand, his cock filling me better than anything I'd ever had in me. Nothing else could compare, because no one else could do what he was doing; could demand my body yield and have the answer be "yes."

The first piercing slid past my entrance, a paired set of vivid points of pressure. The second followed with aching slowness.

"Cass," I moaned.

Almost, he said in my soul. Almost there, love, you almost have me—gods, you feel so good, I love your cunt—

That startled a laugh out of me—one that made my pussy grip down on him, the sensation so overwhelming I immediately whimpered, my hips bucking. "Just—oh, just my pussy, huh?" I managed to get out before I collapsed back into a shuddering puddle.

He leaned forward, breathing hard, with a wicked sparkle in his eyes. "It's a very nice pussy," he said in a low purr. "It's as if it was made for me." Cass pulled halfway back, then snapped his hips forward. Pleasure radiated out from under my navel as he drove into my depths. The piercings slid into me – one, two, three – and then his hips were kissing mine and his pelvic bone ground against my clit.

I arched up into him, all thought driven away. Fuck, he was so big—

Cass ground his hips against me, moving in tiny bucking motions, giving me stimulation while letting me adjust to the length and girth of his cock inside me. My pussy kept spasming against him, stretched almost beyond bearing, every grip of my body against his ridged length spiking the pleasure higher and higher.

Another whimper escaped my lips. I couldn't think, couldn't do anything but exist, my whole body trembling with need.

"Still okay?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

I could only whimper again, my hands clutching at him. I made myself nod, unable to keep my eyes focused on him, nothing but a panting wreck desperate for more.

He started moving with a deep groan. Every draw back of his hips dragged at me, my body aching from the absence. Every drive forward was a little harder, his control fraying, the pressure so intense it felt like he was burying his cock in my soul. My hips started rocking with his, animalistic need driving me, chasing the pleasure just out of reach.

His ridges tortured me, dragging against my g-spot with relentless demand. Every slow thrust drove him against my upper wall and ran his ladder across my entrance with sharp pleasure.

I forgot any modicum of civility. I grabbed him by the throat, nails digging into his skin, and snarled through our bond, Fucking give it to me, Cass!

Cass grabbed me by the hips and slammed himself hilt-deep, fucking me like he wanted to break me in two. Radiating pleasure flooded through me with each brutal thrust, filling my veins with white-hot need. The tension soared, pulling tight, everything narrowing down to a single flare of brilliance—and with glorious release, it snapped.

Ecstasy shocked through me with the force of lightning, turning me into a wildfire. Cass drove himself into my depths with a sharp cry, wings beating.

—love you need you love me love me—

My pussy slammed onto him over and over again, each savage grip of my body fanning the conflagration inside me. His hot come pumped into me, giving me what my body begged for, spurt after spurt of flooding pleasure. He was mine—mine. I held onto him, his breath in my hand and his pleasure in my veins, until the riot of ecstasy faded into the warm blush of bliss.

My fingers loosened. Cass panted, his wings shuddering and arms braced on either side of me. His thick shaft flexed inside of me, our cores clenching in tandem, the aftershock of ecstasy bright and beautiful.

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