Page 85 of Beneath the Cursed Veil

Meera was systematically undoing that without even realizing.

My heart hadn’t slowed, despite the minutes that passed. That concerned me. If I lost it and bit her . . . no.No. That wouldn’t happen.

Neither me nor the fury that lived deep inside me would betray her trust like that. Even in the throes of passion I would keep my head. I had to.

I dropped the towel and stepped into the bedroom. Meera’s wanton noises drew my attention. The light from the flickering fire cast a warm glow over her body. Without a stitch of clothing, she was an absolute vision, sprawled out on the large mattress, legs bent with the soles of her feet on the bed.

She was temptation incarnate, and I was starving.

Each step I took was more hurried than the last as I stalked toward her. Meera’s face turned toward me, her wide eyes glowing emerald green.

“I want you inside me.”

Her persuasion, even dulled by the Faerie dust, called to me, wrapping around my senses like a vice.

Thank the gods her magic was weakened.

“Shhh,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly. Her lips chased mine when I pulled away. “I’m going to take care of you.”

The green of her eyes didn’t fade in the slightest as she tracked my every movement. I stopped at the foot of the bed, taking in her waiting form. With her legs spread and nipples peaked, I couldn’t imagine a better sight.

“Vareck,” she ground out, back arching off the bed. “Ithurts.”

I paused, schooling my reaction. While pixie dust wasan aphrodisiac, and it was clearly hitting her harder than most, it shouldn’t be that bad.

Easing onto the bed, I settled between her thighs. My fingers pressed into her supple skin, stretching her further. I loved the way they dimpled under my touch. She was so soft, but not fragile. I didn’t worry I would break her with my ardor.

She reached for me with both hands as she tried to sit up. I moved one hand to her stomach, holding her down. My breath ghosted over her glistening arousal. I traced the tip of my tongue around her clit and couldn’t help the satisfaction that ran through me when she jerked.

Fingers laced through my hair then pulled taut.

“I’m going to make it feel better.”

That was the only warning I gave her.

Meera writhed beneath me. Needy moans rent the air. Her scent—her taste—pushed me further to my edge.

I realized right then that I was in deep fucking trouble because I would do anything for this woman. Seeing her this way—in the flesh and begging for me—was everything I wanted.

Not the crown. Not the power.

Even my guilt about the curse faded away in her presence.

I don’t know what the future held for us after this, but I knew one thing. I wasn’t letting her go. She was it for me.

If Meera wasn’t all in, then I’d just have to convince her.

Starting now.

Her back arched off the bed as I pushed my middle finger into her tight channel. “You’re soaked for me,” I rumbled.

Meera’s thighs trembled, her telltale sign that she wasclose. I blew on her clit, thrusting my finger in and out of her. She detonated.

Her lips opened and closed as she gasped. I added a second finger. Her muscles clamped down. The hands in my hair clenched tighter. Nails that were sharper than I recalled scraped across my scalp.

She was just starting to come down from her high when I pulled out of her. If she wasn’t wet enough for me before, she was now. Normally I would be happy to eat her for hours. Bringing her pleasure gave me immense satisfaction, but it did nothing to soothe the restless monster in me.

I climbed up her body, moving my forearms to either side of her head so I didn’t crush her beneath my weight. “You still with me, Meera?”

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