Page 14 of The Forbidden Fae King

He plays with the rings on one hand. “Because farming should be left to farmers. Managing an estate should be left to the lord. I am not arrogant enough to believe I know more about a person’s profession than they do. But mostly, because I trust you. And this is very, bloody boring.”

“There is truth in that,” I venture.

A sickness rolls within me, knowing we betray his trust.

Our wielders work long, hard hours, and are able to get the bare necessities done, but there are signs of neglect everywhere that only an experienced eye can catch. In a few years, when our oldest and most powerful wielders are forced to retire, we will have to close multiple greenhouses.

Finan’s eyes become hooded as he traces a finger down my cheek, my throat to my exposed cleavage. The heat in that gaze sends shivers down my spine.

He leans into me, murmuring in my ear, “How about we slip away from this pointless inspection? Maybe go to that spot we like?”

“And which spot is that?” I place a hand on his chest. Our breaths mingle in the closeness. The party we came here with turn down a distant corner.

His lips quirk up, and I could kiss him here and now. “You know what I am talking about. I want you to myself. I want to make you moan and beg for more.”

“Is that right? I don’t believe it would be very becoming of a lady,” I tease, pressing myself against his chest as his arms wrap around my waist.

“I want to bring you back to the castle as disheveled as you were this morning, with leaves in your hair. I liked that wildling.”

I grab his hand and tug him out of the glasshouse before he combusts.

We run and stumble through the orchards, to the ancient gardens of wildflowers and twisted rose bushes as tall as trees, that once belonged to the fae lord who ruled this land.

Now, they are untended and deserted.

The paths have missing cobbles filled in with weeds and the wire frame arches that loop over it are completely engulfed by creeping rose bush vines and impassable, or mere bare bones.

In the center of the Old Fae Garden is an immense tree that looks like a weeping willow, but the colors are wrong. Its foliage forms immense curtains of red and yellow cascading blooms. We laugh as we run through them, pushing layers of soft branches out of our way. When they close behind us, the entire world is blocked out.

Finan wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me off my feet. I throw my arms around his neck and my legs encircle his hips, my skirts falling away to expose the bare skin of my legs. His hand runs up my calf, across my thigh and landing on my ass, my flesh tingling and heating beneath his touch.

His perfumed scent of citrus, bergamot and sandalwood fills my nose, as the warmth of him pressed against me sends tingles throughout my body. I kiss his generous lips, then part mine for him and our tongues meet, gliding across each other ever so gently, building with urgency until our mouths bruise against each other. I bite his lower lip and he groans.

Finan’s hand finds its way down the neckline of my dress, takingthe fullness of my breast into his grip and squeezing. He flicks his thumb over my nipple and I gasp, throwing my head back.

Those lips find their way to my neck, starting behind my ear and kissing down to my chest, to my breasts, pulling my neckline as far as the fabric will allow.

Finan stumbles toward the twisted trunk of the tree, still bearing my weight, then deposits my body against it. The bark at my back is smooth. It generates its own heat and glows a soft white, being an ancient gift straight from the fae Summer Court. The entire space around us of fiery foliage is a bubble of warmth.

He presses his body against mine and every inch where we touch feels divine. His hardened length presses against my hip, and making my heart leap in anticipation.

I unfasten Finan’s cloak and sprawl the fabric across the ground.

“Sit,” I command.

Finan does so without question, leaning his back against the tree and pulling me to his lap. I straddle his hips, my skirts pushed up around my waist and he snakes his hands under the fabric and up my body. I untie the laces on his breaches, so the thin fabric of our undergarments is all that separates us.

I watch his expression as I stroke the hard length of him, his eyes heated and hungry, his lips parted and gasping. I press my core over his erection, the fabric of my undergarment already wet, and I thrust myself against him, again and again, reveling in the delicious friction.

Heat builds between my legs as sensation shoots through me in sharp thrills with each grind of my hips. I let out a moan as the pure pleasure rises and the tension builds within me. My breaths become short and sharp.

“Stop fucken teasing me and put it in already.” Finan’s growl shatters the moment. Pangs of guilt run through me hot and fast. I have only been thinking about my pleasure.

With a swift motion, I free him from his undergarments, then try to do an awkward shuffle to get out of mine. Finan tears them off me before I have a chance.

Our hands collide as we both try to grab his shaft, but I quicklywhip mine away and allow him to guide it while I ease his cock into me. I hold onto his shoulders as his hips thrust upwards and he drives his hardness into me in a brutal motion.

I try to ride him with the same enthusiasm as before, my hips bouncing upon his as his length pulls in and out of me. The tension starts to build within and I arch my back, trying to hit that spot within my depths that makes pleasure quake through me. Finan’s body shudders before I can find it, unraveling beneath me, while I am still unstated.

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