Page 44 of How To Please A Princely Fae

I want more.

Chapter 11

KIERAN

Her lips are on mine and all I can do is breathe. Breathe through the aching need to pull her to me, nestle her lush curves into mine, pull her flush with me and mingle our bodies and souls.

My heart beats erratically, everything I want sitting in a rustic wooden chair in front of me wearing linen pants and raspberry-stained lips.

“Willow,” I murmur. “I would put you on this very table and strip you bare, spread your legs and eat you like my own personal feast.”

Her breath rushes out of her in surprise, and I fist my hands into the waist of her blouse. “I would make you see stars on the ceiling of this house, I would etch my name upon your heart and give you pleasure like you’ve never known.”

A small moan slips from her mouth, and then her fingers slip over my cheeks, holding me steady between her hands.

“Willow.” Her name is an incantation, an entreaty.

“Yes,” she says, her gaze darting between my eyes. “Yes.”

I don’t know what she’s saying yes to, not exactly, but when she presses her mouth against mine, I decide I would be an idiot to stop her kissing me and clarify.

I’ll have to figure out what that yes means as we go.

Her mouth tastes like tea and honey, and every sip from her is delicious. Willow kisses me hard, her mouth parting over mine and inviting me in.

My hands go to the soft round of her waist, and I pull her off her chair until she’s straddling me on the floor of her snug kitchen.

Like it’s the most natural thing in the world, for us to be kissing on the floor. My cock hardens in my pants, and she lets out a whimper as it lines up with her center.

I cradle the back of her head, running an exalting hand up her side, unable to stop myself from cupping the generous breast underneath. Her blunt teeth nibble at my lower lip, and when she arches her back slightly, settling the heat between her thighs more fully on top of me, I nearly lose control.

A feral growl rumbles in my chest, and I don’t waste any more time. I drink her in, the delicious, sweet scent of her, and I deepen the kiss, my fingers wrapped around the back of her neck as she writhes against me.

She smells more like home than anything I’ve ever breathed before.

Everything about her is simplyright, a puzzle piece slotted into my life. Willow perfectly fits me.

Now I just have to convince her that I’ll never leave.

I’ll never want for anything as long as she’s by my side.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl, needing her fiercely. My hands clench around her thighs, and her lids flutter as her back arches. The motion sends her hips towards me, the heat between her legs begging to be touched.

A moment ticks by, then another, and she finally looks me right in the eyes, nearly causing my heart to skip a beat. My cock’s hard as a rock in my pants, and despite barely sleeping last night, there’s only one thing I want to do in bed—and it’s not rest.

“Everything,” she says, her voice low and husky and purely irresistible.

I don’t waste any time. My mouth finds hers as my fingers glide over the button closure on the front of her thick wool pants, working them open as her small, delicate hands grip my face. Her tongue tangles with mine, and when the tip of it brushes against my fangs, I nearly spend in my pants.

A growl rumbles through my chest and throat, and when my fingers finally find the wet heat of her core, she arches back against the chair.

My gaze devours her as avidly as my mouth desires to.

“Show me what you like,” I command.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she moans as her fingers join mine between her legs.

“Look how fucking perfect you are,” I tell her, earning another breathy sound.

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