Page 112 of The Forbidden Fae King

“Your armed forces, they won’t march on the capital at her command, will they? Who is their loyalty to?”

“I don’t believe so.” He says. “Cyprien says they believe they areunder the direction of the Senate, but it is Titania’s secretaries who have hidden and spread them wide. She is a fool to treat this court’s armed forces as a personal threat to her rule and attempt to disperse them.”

“Does Cyprien truly not know where they are?” I ask.

A smug grin grows on Aldrin’s face. “What do you think? Does the man come across as incompetent to you, or sneaky and crafty?” My lips part with surprise, but Aldrin continues. “Let Titania believe she is more powerful than she actually is. She will overplay her hand.”

“Could you muster them for—” My words are cut off when Aldrin places a finger to my lips.

“No talk of civil war,” his grip tightening around my waist. “That army could easily split in half and fight each other, if she whispers poison in their ears. They are better off far from here for now.”

I cock my head to the side. “You have an army in this city that could be at your disposal. Every lord and lady who supports you have their body of guards to defend their estates. Even just the threat of using the people as a mob can go a long way in getting your throne back.”

I play ideally with his hair as I think back on every book I read about politics and battle tactics as I prepared to become a queen. “You need to discover the loyalties of the palace guard and the serving staff. They can move without being seen. You will quickly be able to overwhelm her personal guard in numbers,” I say.

Aldrin crushes me into him and kisses me deeply. Passionately. It is a rough bruising of lips, a colliding of tongues and lips pulled between teeth. By the time he releases me, I am thoroughly breathless.

“You have a fucking brilliant mind. Do you know that?” His callused fingers brush hair from my face.

I think back to the numerous family dinners where we discussed news of wars and politics outside of our kingdom, and my father drilled each of his children on what we thought the nations might do, how a battle may play out, and techniques each side should take. He treated his son and daughters the same.

“Does it threaten you? My brilliance?” I brush my lips against his and feel them curve into a smile.

“Only if you were on the opposite side of a battle to me,” he says.

“Never,” I whisper back.

I push him until he lays flat on his back on the bed. I tug that damned bathrobe open and my stomach tightens all the way down to my core. Aldrin lays bare beneath me, every muscle of his chest and abdomen sculptured, with a scattering of dark hair beneath his navel that drags my gaze down to his fully erect cock.

I take it in my hand and stroke it teasingly, savoring the way his body shudders. Enjoying the feel of every pass my hand makes up and down.

He throws his head back and groans, his hands digging into the flesh of my thighs.

I lean down over him, bracing my hands on either side of his shoulders, and kiss his lips hungrily. His fingers slide lazily up my legs, to the center of my thighs, passing over their apex in a rolling motion once, then twice. I let out a small whimper as my body jolts. I am already saturated for him.

He inserts two fingers inside me, curling them deep and thrusting them in and out, all while rubbing my clitoris in those delicious circles again and again.

Fire builds within me as I gasp in air, burning through my core and driving that insatiable pressure. I move my hips against his fingers, increasing the friction in all the right places, and shudder at that ecstasy that runs through me in sharp shocks.

I let go of Aldrin’s hardness to pull the beautiful silk dress clean over my head and toss it across the room.

The sight of my pale thighs straddling his tanned hips, his fingers busy thrusting within me, are enough to undo me. I arch my back and let out a throaty groan as the pressure within me explodes and I cascade into an oblivion that is so sweet.

I crawl down his body, placing kisses on the grooves of his sculpted muscles. First between the corded tendons of his neck, then the ridge between pectorals. I slide my tongue around the sculpturedbulk of his abs, and lay kisses from his navel down and down that completely flat stomach to his hardness.

I take it in my mouth, as much as I can fit. A thrill runs through me at the gasps that erupt from him as I set to work, running my tongue over its tip, sucking hard and deep, and pumping with my hand what doesn’t fit into my throat.

Aldrin’s body becomes coiled tight, and his beautiful face is twisted with pleasure. It is empowering to make this man, thisking, become so utterly undone.

“Fuck me, Keira.” Aldrin’s breaths come hard and fast. “Literally. Fuck me.”

I obey his command.

I straddle him and savor each tantalizing inch as I slowly slip onto his hardness. It fills me up in gradual increments to an almost impossible depth. I thrust my hips in hard, jolted motions, as the friction within me radiates pleasure that shoots throughout my body.

Aldrin’s hips move to meet mine at a brutal pace. His hands grip them and push me down harder against him with each thrust. Our bodies collide with a force that sends violent waves of pleasure bursting through me. The friction, the tension, it makes me feel like I am on fire.

His eyes are like molten gold as they watch me, darting between my large breasts that bounce with each collision of our bodies and my lust-filled expression. I lean forward over him, caging him with my arms on the bed, until my nipples rub against his chest as I ride him. It brings our faces inches apart.

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