Page 65 of How To Please A Princely Fae

His hand still covers mine, so large in comparison, and he pumps our hands over his shaft. “Right there, Willow, that’s where my knot will be, and you’ll be locked to me until it deflates. I’ll get you ready, pretty little green witch.”

I suck in a breath as he rips my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them. He pushes my knees apart, rising up slightly and pressing my back to the bed.

“Fucking perfect.”

I moan as he drags a finger through my slit, stopping just short of where I need him most.

“You’re going to feel so good while you’re caught on my cock and knot, Willow.”

My legs begin to shake as he kisses down my calf, nipping at my knee as he continues to work his fingers so, so carefully through my sex. By the time his mouth finally reaches my cunt, I’m breathing as though I’ve run the length of Wild Oak Woods.

His eyes are full of triumph, and he holds my gaze as he lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Oh,” I breathe.

“Oh,” he agrees. “Never tasted anything as sweet as my mate.”

Quicker than a flash, he buries his head between my thick thighs.

I reach down and grab the first thing I can, the horns protruding from his head. They’re velvety soft and he groans, redoubling his efforts on the bud of my pleasure.

“Oh, goddess,” I moan, my hips meeting the pace of his tongue as I hold him.

“That’s right, ride my mouth,” he mutters in between licks, talking me through it, each word and touch taking me higher and higher.

Two fingers nudge at my entrance as he sucks, hard, then curls his fingers slightly inside me—and I explode.

The vining plant in the corner bursts into bloom, the honeyed fragrance of jasmine filling the room after the wave of magic I released when I came.

“That’s my mate,” he says with a lazy grin, reaching up with one hand to fondle a breast. “I fucking love the noises you make when you come.”

I shove him back, and he staggers as I tug at his clothes. “Off. Take it off. Now.”

Laughing, he does as I demand, pulling off his trousers and shirt until he stands gloriously nude in front of me.

“Your body is art. The goddesses broke the mold when they made you,” I tell him, and I mean every word.

He shivers as I press my mouth against his chest, tracing the cut lines of his muscles. When I glance up at him, I can’t help but laugh at the tight, strained expression on his face.

“Don’t laugh,” he growls, hands fisting at his sides.

“I’ll laugh if I want to,” I tell him with an arched brow. Daring him. To do what, I don’t know. “It’s my turn.”

I push him slightly, nudging him back to my bed, because there’s no way I can do what I want with him standing, unless I want to pull a muscle in my neck or something.

Just because I have a lotion for a strained muscle doesn’t mean I want to have one.

He finally sits on my bed, chest heaving, and I just watch him.

“I like you like this.”

“Naked and ready to do your bidding, witch?”

I toss my hair, earning a smile from him. “Exactly.”

“Are you going to force me to come with your stare alone?” he growls.

“Do you think you could?” I ask, slightly distracted by that notion.

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