Page 429 of Flirting with Darkness

Our bodies are a perfect match.

And that’s more than I could have ever hoped for.

“I want you to find your release, Liesl,” he whispers against my ear as he slowly strokes in and out of me. His movements are calculated, intentional, just deep enough to feel good, but not enough to reach our destination.

“I swear it, you either didn’t tell me, or I simply can’t recall.”

“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to suffer the consequences. Believe me,” he says as he slowly pulls himself from me, “this hurts me considerably more than it hurts you. Your body is absolutely divine, and my cock might well revolt if I keep torturing it.”

Think, Liesl,think.

My thighs tremble with need and my face is so hot, I’m sure my cheeks are bright pink. I’m near delirious from desire, and yet the only way to get what I need is to force my mind to comply.

I squeeze my eyes shut, conjuring up the memory of that first dream.

The memory that’s little more than a still image, a painting in my mind.

The handsome lord in dark leathers that match his raven black hair smiles at me. The lord I now know is a king.

I search the image for any clue, anything that might shake loose the full memory.

I’m in my azure dress, the skirt billowing out around as if there were a breeze in the dream. But my hair is still. So is the king’s.

I shake my head. “Please, just tell me. I don’t remember it.”

The king shakes his head right back. “I will not, Liesl. You know it. And you’ll have your reward once you remember that.”

He slides the head of his cock up and down my sex, and I grab the sheets, fisting them at the sensation.

“You can do it, little bird.”I cannot speak it aloud, sweet wife. You must recall it or take it from my mind. That is the way of things in this place.

You can’t say your own name?

I can, but giving it to you is an old form of magic. It’s safer if you find it on your own.

Find it on my own.

Find it on my own…

I stare into his eyes, and before he can see it in mine, I twist my wrists out of his grip and lock my legs around his hips, shifting my weight to one side before using all my body to force him to the bed.

Straddling him, sex hovering mere inches over him, I rest my palms on his chest and let my nails dig in until claret-colored jewels of blood spring to the surface.

The king hisses between his teeth but doesn’t stop me.

“Give me your name, fae king, and I will treasure it, honor it, with love everlasting. I’ll protect it with my life. Cherish it with my whole heart,” I vow and slide myself onto his hardness.

Gods, he feels amazing.

My head tips back as I settle onto him, hips finding a rhythm on their own.

“Sinful temptress,” he groans and grabs my hips.

I dig my nails in deeper, thinking he’s about to pull me off, but he smirks and lets me ride him, adding a hot lick of fire down my back.

The room darkens, as if a thick bank of clouds rolled over the moon, blotting all light from reaching the glass ceiling above.

But it’s not clouds, for as I stare at my hands on the king’s chest, shadows descend around my arms and wrists. Wisps of opaque darkness twine around my arms, binding them together in silken shadows.

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