Page 62 of Taken By the Fae King

My hand is still bound to his as he steps backwards off the ledge, hovering in the air, while his wings remain still at his back. I blink several times. “How are you doing that?”

“It is part of the magic of this place,” he answers.

Gently, he pulls on my hand. Taking a deep breath, my heart hammers as I take the first step into thin air. A smile crests my lips as I remain suspended above the water. “This is amazing.”

“Fae ceremonies are quite different from humans. But I enjoyed the dancing at our reception in Florin.” He bows slightly and then grins up at me. “Would you care to dance?”

“Yes,” I reply.

He flashes a devastatingly handsome smile that melts my heart as he tugs me to him. With a flick of his wrist, he casts a spell and soft music echoes throughout the cavern. As if a string quartet were playing here, just for us.

Kyven curls his free arm around my waist and splays his hand across the small of my back, drawing me closer.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Excitement and anticipation thrum through my veins as he leads us in a waltz. Spinning and whirling through the air, my heart swells with the love and trust that anchors me to him. I glance at our reflection in the still water below as it mirrors the beauty of our dance among the glowing flora.

Kyven tightens his arm around me, and I lean into him, reveling in his solid warmth. My pulse races as we glide across the dreamscape of the cavern. He flares his wings out at his back. Their gorgeous panes reflecting the lights in a brilliant display of beautiful color.

“Is this how Fae men used to lure my kind into the forests long ago?” I tease.

“Perhaps.” He grins. “Is it working? Are you enthralled? Do you feel compelled to kiss me?”

Something about this moment makes me bold, and I nod.

Kyven’s gaze meets mine, desire burning in his eyes. He cups my jaw, tipping my face up to his. “May I kiss you?” The soft mint of his breath whispers across my skin.

Gently, I nod and lean in. Time slows as my lips brush against his.

“Open for me,” he whispers.

I part my lips and his tongue finds mine, our kiss igniting a fire within me burning brighter than the sun as our mouths mesh repeatedly. A low moan escapes me as it strokes against my own, gentle and exploring at first before it turns into something more.

Kyven pulls me flush to his body, and the world fades away. I’m consumed by love, lost in the embrace of this man who has claimed my heart and my soul. His free arm tightens around my back, crushing me to his chest as he kisses me like a man possessed, stealing the breath from my lungs.

Desire sparks within me as I kiss him back. Need coils tightly within as passion flares brightly between us.

He pushes me against the wall. The vines and foliage a soft blanket beneath my bare skin as he kisses a heated trail down my body to my breasts. He tugs at the lace of my bra, freeing my left breast. I gasp as he closes his mouth over the already stiff peak, laving his tongue over the sensitive bead.

Desire ripples down my spine, straight to my core. The pleasure is too much and not enough all at once. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he turns his attention to my other breast.

His fangs graze over my sensitive flesh, the slight sting only heightening my pleasure. He cups the soft globe of my right breast and then lavishes attention to the peak, driving my desire even higher.

He moves down my body, pausing at the slight dip of my abdomen to trace his tongue over the rune he drew earlier.

Heat pools low in my belly, and I cup the back of his neck, trying to pull his lips back up to mine, but he resists.

He lifts his head to me, and his gaze holds mine as he gently pulls the silken scrap of fabric down my legs, discarding it. Now that I am completely bare, he traces his fingers up my inner left thigh to my center. “Open for me,” he whispers. “I want to taste your nectar on my tongue.”

Trembling slightly with a combination of both nerves and desire, I part my thighs to his gaze. His eyes turn black with desire as he studies me. “You are perfect,” he whispers.

He lowers his head, and I gasp as he slips his tongue through my already slick folds. A sharp cry of pleasure escapes me when he reaches the small bundle of nerves at the apex.

“Kyven.” I breathe his name out like a prayer as he concentrates his tongue around the sensitive pearl of flesh. “Don’t stop.”

A deep growl rumbles in his chest, the vibration moving through me and sending ripples of pleasure straight to my core.

I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt this intense.

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