Page 64 of How To Please A Princely Fae

I hardly have time to marvel at it before he’s scooping me up against him, his hands tight on my ass as he strides through my house.

I can’t stop kissing him, my pulse so loud in my ears it nearly drowns out his footsteps.

He stops walking, the kiss slowing, until he finally nibbles at my lip until I come up for air.

“Tell me what you?—”

“I want it all,” I say simply. “I want all of you.”

“If you change your mind?—”

“I won’t.” I ache for him.

How is it possible to feel any better than I already do? I have the fae of my dreams in my room.

“If you do,” he says with a chuckle, setting me on the edge of my bed. “We can wait.”

“I have been waiting to have my way with you since you walked into my shop.” It takes me no time at all to shuck my blouse, not waiting for him to do any of the work.

I am out of patience. I want thisnow.

He sucks in a breath as my breasts are freed from the supportive undergarment, and when I glance up at him, suddenly feeling shy, he falls to his knees again.

He’s making a habit of that.

“I fucking,” he practically wheezes, “never seen something so beautiful as you, Willow.”

His hand spans the width of the space between my shoulder blades, and then his mouth is on one nipple. His other hand works my left breast, the motions somehow expert and careful all at once.

I arch and gasp as his teeth clamp gently around the hardened peak of my breast.

“I could come from this,” I babble, threading my fingers through his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Then you’ll be coming all night.” That same harsh predator tone is back, and I love it.

My eyes flutter shut, and I’m lost to sensation. So much sensation. His mouth pops off one breast and I nearly shriek as he blows a cold stream of air across the tip before giving my other breast the same attention.

His hand doesn’t go to the one he just kissed, though—no, it trails down the soft curve of my belly, finding the buttons at my waistband.

With a growl into my breast, he pops them off, not bothering to be gentle or careful, and I can’t bring myself to care.

“How wet are you for me, my Willow? How wet is this pretty cunt going to be for me?”

I make a noise that’s pure nonsense in reply, and he laughs as he kisses down my stomach.

“I’m going to feast on this perfect cunt, do you understand?”

“Goddess, please, yes, that’s what I want.”

“You are going to take my knot tonight, Willow. I’m going to swell inside you while you come around me again and again, milking me like a good little mate, taking all my seed.”

My eyes fly open in surprise, because I’m not sure what that is.

“You didn’t think I’d be like the humans you’ve bedded, did you?” His laugh is harsh, but his hands are gentle and his eyes are full of love. Adoration. “You are so beautiful. Here.” He takes my hand, pressing it against the hard bulge in his trousers.

He hisses through his teeth as I stroke the length of him, so hard and hot that a fresh wave of moisture seeps between my thighs.

“I’m wet for you, Kieran,” I murmur, so in love with the way he looks at me like my touch might kill him.

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