Page 34 of Treasured By the Fae Royal

Her breathing picks up and she clutches at the sheets.

“You don’t have to brace yourself like that, sweetling.” I proceed to trail kisses along her stomach, and finally I shift my attention to her breasts. “I’m not about to maul you.”

She expels a nervous laugh. “Sorry. It’s just that… well, you know I’ve never done this before. I trust you though, and I’m ready.”

“You needn’t apologize. It’s okay to be nervous.” I continue kissing her bosom, and she arches her back as a quivering whimper escapes her lips. “Just promise you’ll tell me if something hurts or makes you uncomfortable in any way.”

“I promise.”

“Good little sweetling.” I drag my teeth along her right nipple but don’t clamp down very hard, and she digs her fingers into my back as she releases another noise of pleasure. Gods, I adore all the needy sounds she keeps making.

As I circle her nipple with my tongue, I reach for her slick mound and give it a firm squeeze. She gasps and jerks her center more firmly against my hand. I lift my head from her bosom and situate myself between her thighs. Gripping my cock, I drag it up and down through her nether lips, coating the bulbous tip in her moisture.

“Gods, your pussy is soaking wet.” I growl and thrust forward, careful not to penetrate her too deeply, lest I cause her any pain. Fuck, it’s taking all my self-control not to drive straight to the hilt. I pause and draw in a deep, calming breath. My cock pulses harder with the need to be buried deep in her chasm. “Are you all right, sweetling?”

Her lips part on a huge gasp, and a blissful expression steals over her. She lifts her head and tries to focus on me but soon leans back on the pillows. “I am fine, Lucas. Perhaps… perhaps you could go a bit deeper. Please.”

I give another careful thrust, and she rewards me with a moan of pleasure that reverberates off the walls. I glance downward and the sight of our bodies joined together makes me swelter with need. It also makes my heart pang with affection.

I love her. I know I do.

It’s the only explanation for the boundless tenderness she calls up within me.

“What about now?” I’m throbbing to go deeper, but I cannot imagine causing her the slightest amount of pain. I want our first time as husband and wife to be nothing short of magical for her. As the thought enters my head, I call forth the atmosphere of a Summer Court night, complete with buzzing locusts, a warm breeze, dancing fireflies, and even the distant call of thunder.

“You.” She whimpers and presses her eyes shut as the blissful look she’s wearing intensifies. “Can. Go. Deeper.”

“Happy to oblige, my dear wife.” I withdraw from her center and give three moderate thrusts, though I go considerably deeper this time. As I plunge in and out of her, I watch her carefully for any sign that she might be in pain. I glimpse perhaps a bit of frustration as her need mounts, but I don’t see any hint of discomfort, and a thrill rushes through me as I realize just how desperate she is to be filled up with my cock, how eager she is for a steady pounding.

“More.” The word escapes her in the wake of another breathless moan.

I shove halfway inside her on the next thrust, and my scrotum draws up tight as sensation zips up my thighs. My blood heats as carnal need sweeps through me. Grasping her hips harder, I continue with the shallow thrusts, though I go a bit deeper with each gentle plunge into her exquisite tightness.

Meanwhile, Yvette keeps squirming beneath me and meeting my thrusts. Her hands are gripping the covers so hard, her knuckles have gone white, and she appears just as unsettled as she did before she begged me for an orgasm earlier.

Dark satisfaction spreads through me. I like knowing she’s aching for it. I like knowing she’s desperate for more thrusts of my cock in her tight, slick pussy.

Gods, I can’t wait to erupt inside her and fill her with my seed. The mere thought of it is enough to make me release a lusty growl and surge deeper with the next drive.

Not breaking my rhythm, I reach between our bodies and press a thumb to her clit. Her eyes flare wide and her hips jolt upward. I force her legs further apart, which allows me to go deeper. She gives a whimpering groan and shudders as I steadily swirl my thumb over her clit.

“That’s it, sweetling. Come for me. Come for me while I’m pounding you with my cock.” I’m not quite pounding her, but I am moving faster than anticipated for our first time, and she’s taking it so well. In fact, I don’t think she would mind if I thrusted harder, so I do. I readjust my grasp on her hips and thrust faster and deeper, carried away by her moans and whimpers of pleasure.

When I encounter the same resistance I’d felt earlier with my fingers, her virginal barrier, I start to pause, only for her to shake her head and reach for me.

“Keep going, Lucas. Please don’t stop. I want you. I need you.”

I take a deep breath and surge forward, and I’m relieved when she doesn’t so much as wince. I suppose her wild excitement is blocking out any pain she might’ve felt otherwise.

Her eyes flare wide again, and her insides suddenly clamp down on my cock.

She cries out and undulates her body against mine, and as her insides repeatedly contract around my length, pleasure grips me, and I erupt into her depths in quaking spurts.

Black spots cloud my vision, and my cock pulsates with each rapid gush of my essence. The sounds of a Summer Court night swell louder, and the echoes of my growls and Yvette’s moans join with the buzzing locusts and trilling frogs.

I roar as the final spurt of my seed erupts in her depths.

Panting in the aftermath of my exertions, I withdraw slowly from her tightness, and the sight of my seed leaking onto her inner thighs is enough to make me fully erect within moments of pulling out of her.

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