Page 428 of Flirting with Darkness

But I know better.

The fae king isn’t content with making slow love to me.

He likes to torture me.

He likes a touch of pain with his pleasure.

As do I.

A lick of fire sears down my spine, and I suck in a breath between gritted teeth.

The king lays his tongue flat against me and laps at me until my back arches and my toes curl.

But the moment I’m about to find my release, he pulls away. No fire down my back and no tongue licking my sins away.

He grips my hips hard and spins me around before throwing me to the bed.

“You want your release?” he asks with a devious glint alight in his gaze.

I nod. It’s all I can manage.

“Then say my name, Liesl.”

I let out a whimper, but my frustration is soon overridden. “I don’t know it. You say you told me, but I don’t remember. Perhaps you told some other Keeper and you have me confused with her,” I offer.

He gives me a half smile in return. “Another Keeper,” he says under his breath as he grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to his hardness.

I hadn’t seen his body that night in the woods.

I’ve seen little of it now in this cocoon of sex and feasting we’ve made. I only saw it the night we bathed, but that was pure spite and defiance. So, as he kneels between my thighs, I can’t help but appreciate his. Defined, well-muscled legs lead up to a glorious cock, thick with desire for me. His stomach seems carved of fine marble, as does his broad chest and wide shoulders.

Like his face, his body seems made to suit my exact preference.

“You know, I thought I’d have to settle for whoever my father deemed would make the best Keeper offspring,” I say, drawing a toe up his midsection. “I assumed I’d live my life with someone I merely tolerated.”

He snatches it by the arch and licks the tip of my smallest toe. “I can send you back. You can have your pick among the men of your town.”

I curl my lip at him and yank my foot back, which he takes as an invitation to up the stakes.

He leans in, hips wedged between mine, cock pressing against me, and grabs both my wrists, pinning them over my head.

Fire rains down on my body. The pleasure and pain twine around me, and my breath catches in my throat.

Wrists bound, uncontrollable fire igniting me from within…

My eyes fly open, meeting his. “It was foreplay. All that time… In my room…”

“I told you I knew you were mine the moment you became a Keeper and your mind opened to me.” He runs his hand down my face before leaning closer and tasting my lips.

His lips are soft and plush, and every flick of his tongue or subtle movement of his mouth brings forth tingles all the way to my toes.

I arch into his body.

“Now be quiet and let me play with my prize,” he purrs as he enters me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and I take him into me as deeply as I can.

Somehow, we fit just right.

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