Page 67 of How To Please A Princely Fae

“That’s the idea, Kieran,” I say, whipping my hips up as hard as I can.

I cry out as he fills me, and he sucks in a harsh breath, swearing in a language I’ve never heard before.

Big hands cradle my back and my ass.

“You take me so fucking well, Willow. Look. Look at where we’re bound, like mates should be.” His voice is a harsh rasp against my neck, and the sharp points of his canines scrape the sensitive skin there.

I’m sensitive everywhere, all at once. Every single nerve in my body seems to be firing all at once, and it’s too much.

“You can do this, love, you were made for me,” Kieran says.

“It’s too much,” I whimper, riding the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.

“Let me help you. Tell me I can help you.”

I don’t know what he means and I don’t care, all I know is that if something doesn’t change quickly, I’m going to be more sore than that time I tried to ride a donkey who didn’t want to be ridden.

“Please, yes. Do it.” I nod, my entire body trembling, so grateful his muscled arms are holding me in place.

Sharp points prick into my skin and I suck in a shocked breath, a scream climbing up my throat…

He bit me?—

The scream dies before it escapes.

He bit me, and oh my goddess, why didn’t he bite me before now?

All rational thought completely dissolves as molten heat moves through my entire body, the deepest orgasm I’ve ever felt leaving me shaking in the aftershocks.

His wings beat effortlessly behind him, casting color all over my room, and he somehow moves deeper within me.

We’re levitating from the bed, and even as the thought flits through my mind, another orgasm begins to build. His long fingers continue to gently stroke me, his knot fully embedded within me.

I’ve never felt so close to anyone, never been so fully melded in body and spirit, and emotion rocks me to the very core.

The moment he comes is like an eruption, his hot seed spurting so deep inside.

And we’re not even near done, if what he said about his knot is true.

I have a feeling it is.

“Kiss me,” I murmur, desperate to feel his mouth on mine.

“I love you,” he tells me instead, his light eyes so full of adoration that I reach for his face, cupping it in my hands as he holds our bodies together in the air above my bed. “Forgive me for taking so long to tell you that.”

I hiccup a laugh, near tears and overwhelmed with both sensation and emotion. “You could ask anything of me right now and I would give it to you,” I tell him through a teary smile.

He practically preens at the praise, but then fixes me with a serious look. “That doesn’t mean this conversation is over.”

“It is for now,” I say, finally pulling his stubborn, gorgeous face to mine and kissing him like my life depends on it.

“Are you sure?” he asks with a wry smile. “Because we’re going to be stuck in bed like this for quite a while.”

“I can think of other things I’d rather do and talk about than your guilt right now.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yes,” I say primly. “For starters, you could bite me again. I wouldn’t mind another orgasm.”

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