Page 105 of The Forbidden Fae King

I need it pounding inside of me.

“Fuck me, Aldrin.” I moan.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Aldrin.”

“Beg.” His body shivers.

“Pleeease.” I throw my head back. “I need you.”

He climbs higher up me, his legs separating mine further until his hard cock rubs up my clitoris in a swift motion that makes me gasp. Thick, muscular arms cage me on either side and his chest hovers over me.

“How could I deny you?” He looks at me with a predatory expression that is savagery and beauty, all wrapped into one.

Aldrin guides himself to my entrance, pausing with just the head inside me, then plunges the entire length of his hardness into the hilt, stretching and filling me up. I let out a whimper, digging my nails into his powerful shoulder blades that ripple under my touch.

Then he rocks his hips against mine.

My whole body lights up with pleasure as he drives his cock in and out, in and out. Each thrust is harder than the last, hitting that spot deep within me that forces out all rational thought. Tension builds and builds until it is almost unbearable.

I need more.

I wrap my legs around his hips and grip his arse as I move against him, pushing him deeper and chasing that friction that sends me wild. To make each plunge hit harder. His breath comes hard and fast right in my ear and he grunts with primal need.

Aldrin lifts one of my legs, angling me so his pounding movements hit new depths, each stroke more powerful, faster, until my whole body jolts with each delicious impact.

I revel in the way his body wraps around mine. How his bare skin glides against my bare skin. I never want to be separated from him.

My chest swells until I think I will combust, and the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity, and still his hips rock and roll into mine. The utter bliss notches up and up and up until my inner walls clamp down around him, then convulse as a violent climax rips through me.

I cry out and arch into him. My entire essence is torn away by those currents of utter euphoria, until I know nothing at all but the man pressed on top of me.

My release sends Aldrin over the edge, his movements becoming wild until his entire body tenses as he grunts out a choked sound and spills his seed into me.

We lay there for a long time, still joined and breathing heavily, as his hot seed slips down my leg. I wrap my arms around his back and lazily stroke each toned muscle as he buries his head in my neck. His grip tightens on me, as though he never wants to let me go.

There is something so sweet in the gesture.

I could live an eternity here, in this moment.

Aldrin pulls himself onto his elbows, our entire bodies still touching, and studies my face with tenderness. His finger draws the line of my lips, runs across my cheek and my jaw.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” There is a smug grin on his lips. He already knows the answer. His hand brushes small circles along the skin of my thigh that still brackets his hips.

“No one has ever made me feel like that,” I murmur and my eyes roll back into my head just at the thought.

Aldrin freezes and his body tenses around me. “Not even your prince?”

I’m still too far away and riding that wave to think clearly. “He has never made me climax.”

“You were going to marry a man who has never made you climax?”

I blink at him. “A woman’s pleasure isn’t considered important where I come from. Taboo even.”

“Not important? It's a basic right.” Horror frames his face.

I kiss his lips with a brush of mine. “Good thing you know exactly how to give me that basic right.”

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