Page 104 of The Forbidden Fae King

A self-satisfied smile grows on my face as I stamp my boot in the space between his thighs on the boulder. His hands immediately wrap around my bare calf, unable to help himself.

“Unlace these for me,” I command.

His eyebrows shoot up and the quirk of his lips promise a hundred wicked things to me, but he does as he is told and pulls the boots off, running his fingers across the flesh of my freshly washed feet, then repeating with the other.

Aldrin’s eyes flick up the length of my bare leg at his eye height and across my body, then he stands suddenly. “I am done waiting. Tell me I can touch you.” He growls, his face inches from mine.

Shivers run down my spine. “Touch me.”

Those large hands wrap around me, sliding across my waist and hooking me in toward him. They run across my flesh, one sliding upwards to squeeze my breast and roll my nipple with his thumb, and the other gliding over my hip and across my ass, tugging at the undergarment. Fire radiates out from wherever his fingers glide over my skin and my breaths come fast as desire coils deep within me.

Then he loops his fingers in the waistband of my undergarment and drops them to my feet.

I kick the scrap of lace away.

I remove the buckles of his boiled leather armor and toss it to the ground. My fingers shake slightly as I unbutton his dark tunic, revealing bit by bit those perfectly sculpted pectorals and two rows of washboard abs.

Heat pools between my legs at the sight of him, and I run my fingers down all that golden skin that gleams with sweat. I want to lick the grooves of that chest, but my hand meets the belt of his pants and I become distracted.

Aldrin looks down at me with simmering heat as I fiddle with his buckle. He leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it again and again. I shudder with pleasure. My fingers keep sliding off the buckle. I can’t function when he touches me like this. He laughs and removes his belt for me.

I pull his pants down and the glorious length of his cock springs out. He kicks his trousers away. I stroke the bare length of him. It is so big that the thought of it inside me makes delicious shivers run down my spine. I run my finger over the tip and watch his face as his headtips back and his breath turns rough. I pump it ever so slowly, wanting to soak up all the lust rippling through him.

Aldrin focuses on my face with determination, as he slips a finger between my thighs, gliding it across the dampness there.

That thumb rubs circular motions across my clitoris with expert skill. He slips two fingers inside me, curling deep within. Pleasure explodes through me in ripples, building as my breaths come short and fast. Aldrin watches the ecstasy across my face with an intensity. With an arrogant smirk.

“I am only getting started with you.” His voice is hoarse and threatening. It makes my heart skip a beat. He takes me by the shoulders and pushes me to the water’s edge.

The pool is warm, with waves of colors rippling across it as we disturb its surface and deep enough to reach my shoulders. Most of Aldrin’s chiseled chest is exposed above the waterline.

He grabs my waist and lifts me up onto his hips in a tight embrace. I wrap my legs around him and thread my hands through his dark hair. The hardness of his cock is pressed against my core and reached up to my belly.

Aldrin moves my body through the water, lifting me up and down as though I don’t weigh a thing, gliding his hardness against the outside of my most intimate parts, making every nerve ending light up with each grind of our bare flesh. His face raises, tipped back and eyes shut, as he savors me.

Then our lips crash together with the desperate need that has been building over two months. He bites my lower lip, then parts my mouth to slide his tongue against mine. Shivers run through me as I rack my nails down his back.

“What happened to that prince of yours?” He growls into my ear, right before nipping the lobe.

“Fuck him.” I groan as he kisses my neck. “It's not my problem that he is a complete idiot.”

“Good.” Aldrin rasps. “I want to hear you moan.”

He lifts me out of the water and deposits me onto a smooth ledge, so my back lays flat across it with my breasts pointing to the sky. I amlost for a moment in the sight of all that glittering water falling from his dark hair, and running in rivulets between the grooves of his muscles. Until he takes my thighs in either hand and separates my legs.

I almost protest when he leans forward and kisses me right at their apex.

The shock of intense pleasure ripples through me, stealing my breath. I let out a whimper, followed by a long groan as I forget who and where and what I am, until there is nothing but me and him, and what he is doing to my body.

It is like nothing I have ever felt before. His tongue rasps over my clitoris, making tight little circles as his fingers dig into my thighs. I shiver and shudder as jolts of pleasure run through me, overlapping each other, coursing through the very foundations of my existence. Then he enters two fingers inside me, thrusting and curling in perfect synchrony with his teasing mouth.

He knows exactly how to touch me, making my body jolt under the pressure of his swirling tongue and my back arch. The friction almost becomes too much and I try to shimmy back from him, but he grips my hip with his free hand and holds me in place. I cry out as the tension reaches an explosive point and still keeps mounting.

“Come for me, Keira,” he demands, his breath brushing my core, then his punishing tongue sets to work on me again.

I crash straight over the precipitate of pleasure and my body contorts, as my mind bursts into shattered starlight and ecstasy. My release courses like fire through my veins, and Aldrin’s mouth is still on me, licking and flicking, guiding me through each crashing wave of it.

My body turns completely limp and I lay there panting. A cocky laugh rumbles through him, then he plants kisses up my belly, between my breasts and along my collarbone. When I open my eyes, he is hovering over me, his hooded gaze drinking up at the sight of me. I glance down the expanse of all that tanned skin of his chest, to his hardness that hangs between us.

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