Page 85 of Don't Fae With Dragons

Mili must sense me tense up, because she pulls back to gaze into my eyes, worry coating her features. She’s so beautifulin the dark blue of night, her hazel eyes glimmering in the faint light. I wonder, would it be so bad to give in, just this once? Would it be so wicked to relinquish some control, to watch her give in to me?

Realm forgive me, I can’t help but kiss her.

She makes a small squeak of surprise when I press my lips to hers, confident and firm. Can I really be blamed for wanting her? She’s intoxicating; I need tohaveher, again and again.

It’s bound to be different with Port –we’re partners in crime, literally, and he has a way of catching me off guard. I have no control with him, no sway. But with Mili? With the faery, I feel ... powerful.

I’m not an alpha like Cory, I know that much, but that doesn’t mean I have to bend to the faery’s every whim. If I want her, and she wants me, I can have her. I can make her gasp, make her moan, make her scream with anticipation.

I catch her lower lip in my teeth and she whimpers as she crawls onto my lap. Any shyness of my growing erection is gonewith the realization that Mili needs me, perhaps as badly as I need her.

What an honor to make this faery quiver with desperate arousal. She whines and grinds against me, and my cock jumps at the thought of her already slick with desire.

I grip the back of her waist and pull her down, hard, and she whines loudly and presses her groin on my hard bulge. I growl ferociously as I feast on her lips, bucking my hips against her as she grinds.

The friction between us grows quickly, every thrust of our hips together threatening to destroy my composure completely. Realm’s Mother, this faery –there’s no one like her, is there? The urge to watch her lose herself to her pleasure, to watch her folds spread again for me, is overwhelming.

“Mili,” I groan.

“Yes?” she rasps out.

I nip her lower lip and ask, “Would you like me to make you come?”

She immediately moans and presses down harder, and I roll us over so I’m on top. I yank her pants down with my teeth and let her frantically finger herself, drinking in the sight of her flicking her clit with raw desperation.

After a moment of watching Mili writhe and gasp, I dive down and begin to devour her. She immediately cries out, and I throw a hand over her mouth. She hisses against my palm, and I grin against her opening before flicking my tongue inside it.

The taste of her is like nothing I could have imagined. She’s warm, more than anything, and slick on my tongue. Iallow myself to moan quietly, a low hum in my throat, as I lose everything to this moment.

I push my tongue in a sharp circle, and she bucks her hips up so aggressively I have to hold them to the ground with my free hand. She continues crying out, the sound muffled by my hand.

“Don’t make too much noise,” I whisper. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

She moans softly at that, shaking her head softly, and I swipe upwards in one long stroke until I hit her clit. She whines and grinds against my mouth, nearly suffocating me with her sex, and I lick fervently to push her right to the edge.

I hear her whine something that sounds like,oh, godsdamnit!,then she comes on my face, her clitoris throbbing under my lips as I suck her softly through the orgasm.

When I pull back, rubbing her thighs gently, her eyes are closed and her breathing heavy. I rest my heavy hands on her thighs, careful not to overstimulate her, and feel a smirk creep up on my face as she pants.

After a second, I whisper, “I’ve been told I’m very good at that.”

In response, she giggles through her heavy sighs and looks down at me. “You could say that,” she sighs, voice dazed and giddy.

I have the urge to get up and kiss her, which never happens –but this is different than the usual, isn’t it? Refusing to let my fears bind me any longer, I push myself up to her lips and give her a gentle peck. It’s the softest I’ve ever kissed anyone, besides Port, and I immediately worry she’ll hate it.

My fears subside as she murmurs happily, “That was nice.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “It was.”

CHAPTER 51: MILI

“Milica,” a voice says.

I stir, but I can’t open my eyes. Why can’t I open my eyes? My breathing becomes heavier, faster, and a cold force shoves me from behind so that I fall.

A shrill gasp escapes me as I fall, and it echoes through the chamber. The echo reminds me of something. It reminds me of another cave, where the ground was cold and jagged like this.

“You can see now,” the voice says.

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