Page 99 of The Forbidden Fae King

I lay beside him while those words hang in the air.

A peaceful silence stretches out between us. I examine the sky, a broad expanse of indigo and purple, streaked with a thick slash of bright stars.

“Your constellations are wrong,” I tease.

“Excuse me?” Aldrin actually sounds indigent.

“Every time I get comfortable here and almost forget I am in another realm, something incredibly off reminds me I am on another world. Your constellations are completely different to those in my night sky.”

“Do you want me to tell you the stories behind them?” he asks, turning his face to mine. There is less than a handspan between us.

“I would love that.”

At some point in the night, I fall asleep right there beside him in the long grass. I wake up when the sky is still dark, with my head nuzzled into the center of his chest and my leg bent across his hip. My hand somehow found its way under his tunic in my sleep and rests on the hard planes of his bare abs.

Worse is the placement of his hands, one wrapped around my back and cupping my rump and the other with the tips of his fingers plunged into my neckline and resting on the top of my breast.

I remain like that, enjoying the weight of his hands on me and listening to his breaths as his chest rises and falls beneath me. He murmurs something in his sleep and his head thrashes slightly from side to side. I crawl up his body to peer into his face to check if he is having a nightmare.

In the motion, Aldrin’s hand dips deeper into my neckline, and his callused fingers graze my nipple. I take in a shuddering breath at the sensation, and heat suddenly pools between my thighs.

His eyes move rapidly under his lids and his fingers twitch slightly on me, as he murmurs some more. I bite my lip, considering if I should wake him in case some trauma plagues his dreams. Worry fills me as I move to place my hands on either side of his shouldersand stare closer at his face, but then I feel it pressing into my stomach.

Aldrin is completely erect.

And then he whispers my name.

Sensual shivers ripple across my flesh as that single word does wicked things to me. Is he having a sex dream about me? My breath hitches. I want to know every last detail of what he does to my body in it.

Arousal runs hot through me in waves, making my skin burn as I watch the perfect lines of his face. His dark hair curls freely in the blades of grass and I just want to run my hands through it. I want to kiss those lips.

I teeter on the edge of indecision. My entire body tingles with desire and need, screaming at me to wake him up and make his dream a reality. My brain is still in control enough to tell me it is a terrible idea.

Aldrin’s eyes flick open, then darken with something primal. They glance from my face hovering over his, to my body pressed against his chest, then his hand still tucked deep within my neckline that gapes open and reveals my breasts.

In a heartbeat, he flips us so my back is pressed into the grass and he lays over the top of me. His face is just inches from mine, his legs are pressed between mine and that erection pushes hard right over my core. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Aldrin.” It is meant to come as a warning, but it sounds like a moan.

“Is there something you want from me, Keira?” He takes my lips with his before I have a chance to respond. My back arches into him, as his tongue slips into my mouth, caressing my own with wild passion. He bites my lower lip and all rational thought floods my mind.

My hands grip his back, pulling him impossibly closer, and my legs wrap around his hips, reveling in the feel of him right there.

“I will stop if you ask it of me. But you have to ask it.” Aldringrowls in my ear, as he palms my hip and holds it in place as he grinds the length of his hard cock along my core.

White hot sparks of pleasure shoot out through my body at the friction and a choked sound leaves my throat. I jolt from the intensity of the sensation.

I don’t want him to ever stop.

A smugness curls his lips as he peers into my face, then drags his hardness against my most sensitive parts again and again. My fingernails dig into his back as shudders run through me and I am lost in the utter bliss of the moment.

That chest pressing me into the grass, that cock lighting up every one of my nerve endings as it rubs into me with each delicious rock of his hips against mine. I roll mine, drawing out every last bit of friction.

I let out a low moan and Aldrin cups a hand over my lips. “Scream if you want to, but you’ll need to be quiet if you don’t want to wake up the camp.”

I whimper in response as the pleasure builds within me, coiling tighter and tighter until my breaths are ragged.

Aldrin fists the hem of my skirts in his hand and bunches them until they rise high enough that he can glide his hand across the bare skin of my thigh. He raises his body from mine to give himself access and drags his clutch on my skirts ever so slowly up and up until the fabric pools above my hips.

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