Page 74 of The Forbidden Fae King

He cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure you’re not a seductress from the other realm?”

“Do I need to dangle my contraceptive tea in front of you?” I snap.

His eyebrows rise dangerously high, his charm breaking with the shock of my admission. “You’re on contraceptive?”

“That’s none of your business!” Gods, I want to die.

“But you just said—” He shakes his head. “No more games, I promise. And I’m sorry.”

I scowl at him, scrutinizing his expression. “Why should I trust you again?”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you want me to beg? To get on my knees? I will, if you like.” My stomach does summersaults at his implications. He pulls me in so close he hardly has to lean in thewhisper in my ear. “Trust me, because I will make it worth your while. I already know you want me.” I groan. Damn, he is good.

Shivers run down my spine and I melt in his arms.

His hands move slowly across my waist, probing and stroking in caressing motions, moving toward my hips. Then his lips work their way down the sensitive skin of my neck.

I gasp, pulling back enough to look into his hooded eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we reach in toward each other, our lips colliding in a hard, brutal kiss. It is hungry, devouring, as our lips move against each other, desperate to taste and touch.

My fingers run across the sharpness of his jaw, down the ropey muscle of his neck and broad shoulders. He only wears a thin tunic, but gods, I want to slip my hands under it and touch his bare flesh. To run my fingernails across the grooves of those washboard abs I have glimpsed.

A deep desire fills me to peel the clothes off him, right here. For my skin to rub against his, my bare breasts to be crushed on that hard chest.

Aldrin bites my lower lip, sucking it between his, then parts them to slip his tongue inside. He is all passion and chaos, and the intensity of it makes my stomach tumble as I try to keep up.

My entire existence reduces down to the taste of him, sweet as ripe berries, as his tongue caresses mine. Those thick arms tighten around me, squeezing me to his chest, and still I want more.

I press my hips against his to feel the hard length of him against my stomach. Thrills shoot through me at the thought of his arousal. It is massive. I grind my body against it just to test his reaction.

Aldrin lets out a ragged groan, pulling his lips away from mine for a heartbeat.

I need more.

I run my hands down his chest, across his ribs and lower, to his hips, as Aldrin peppers kisses on my neck, from my ear to my collarbone. My skin tingles delightfully with each touch of his lips.

My hands reach the line of his pants, and I am met with the difficult choice of ducking them upwards under his tunic and exploring allthat flesh, or dipping them inside his trousers. I dare them lower, pulling open the strings of his pants and ducking my hand within.

I close my eyes and heat floods my blood as my fingers glide across the tip of that hardness. Then I follow its length down and down until my hand brushes over the entirety of it. I half smirk as Aldrin shudders and hisses in a breath. It makes me feel powerful.

One of Aldrin’s hands roams up my stomach, to the neckline of my tunic, air tugging apart the laces so his hand seamlessly slips beneath the fabric. His fingers brush over the peaked tip of my nipple, rolling it between and sending hot waves of pleasure shooting out from it.

I run my hand across his cock even harder, then I grasp it in my fist and pump. Again and again, enjoying the hitches in his breath and the little sounds he makes. We both breathe hard, especially as he reveals my other breast and leans down to take it in his mouth.

Then Aldrin’s other hand slips down to the fabric between my legs, but there is no way in. Not with the top band of my skirt sitting around my waist and restrained under my tightly laced corset that reaches my hips. He would have to half undress me to get access.

I shudder as he rubs his fingers across the sensitive apex of my thighs through the fabric, the friction shooting bursts of pleasure through my body. I curse myself for wearing this damn dress. He can’t even lift the hem because the skirts are divided.

If I had been wearing pants, his hands,those fingers,would be plunged deep within me right now.

Aldrin presses his mouth over mine, forcing his tongue within, as the tension builds within me. His fingers swirl over that perfect spot again and again, flooding my core with heat and intense sensual friction. Pleasure sparks through my entire body, flooding my brain until all I register are the many ways we touch each other with desperate urgency.

I could come apart with this alone and my body shivers as I edge toward that precipice. Tension coils tighter and tighter within me and still those expert fingers don’t let up.

The sound of a throat clearing rumbles behind us.

“If the two of you aren’t too busy, I have decided I will inspect the Dividing Cliffs. Today. Right now.” Cyprien bites off each word.

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