Page 88 of Faking with the Fae King

Severin

Hannah stares down at me, eyes wide, hands pressed over her mouth, completely still. I’m used to reading her every emotion in those beautiful brown eyes, but they’re currently so overwhelmed by shock that I can’t see anything else.

“Hannah?”

She nods. Is she saying yes to my question of marriage or acknowledging her name? Goddess, this is excruciating! My past self would use a truth spell to force her to talk. I grit my teeth and swallow down the impulse.

No more contracts. No compulsions. No matter how much I want her, she will come to me freely, or she won’t come to me at all.

Her hands finally fall from her face, revealing her glorious smile.

Hope dawns in my chest, the sunshine of her joy strikingme anew.

“Yes, Severin. All the yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” She reaches for me. “I love you.”

She loves me! The warm feeling in my chest expands as my dearest dream comes true. My wonderful witch has such a huge heart that even a reformed rogue like me fits inside.

My shadows slip from my control as I leap to my feet, reaching for her even more quickly than my arms. They wrap around her, pulling her to me. “You love me?” I ask, greedily wanting to hear it again.

“I do.” Her hand cups my cheek, a wealth of love shining in her eyes.

“Do you have any idea what it means that you trust me? That you look upon me with admiration instead of fear?” One of my shadow tendrils slides up her forearm to coil around it like a cat begging to be petted. All of me loves her, even this, the darkest part of me. “Goddess, Hannah, what you do to me.”

I crush her to me, taking her mouth with mine in a hot press of lips and tongue. Our magic mingles in a tingling rush.

The congratulatory cheers from the others crest, then fall silent, and eventually Varyn clears his throat.

No. Kingly duty can wait. There’s nothing more important than my bride.

Unwilling to give up Hannah’s sweet mouth, I extend my wings and leap into the air, soaring up the side of the tower that holds my bedroom. My shadows unlatch the window, and I fly us inside.

Only once I’ve tipped Hannah back onto my bed do Ipart from her. She lies before me, gold-flecked eyes full of love and desire, face flushed, lips swollen from my kisses.

“Goddess, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she says, sliding a foot up my thigh.

I catch it before it reaches my erection and remove her little human shoe. Then I divest her of the other, tossing it over my shoulder. Her feet are ticklish, and my shadows slip over them until she giggles and squirms.

My hands glide up her denim-covered legs to open the fastenings at her waist. I could use magic to remove her clothes, but I don’t want to. I want to unwrap her like the present she is. My shadows lift her from the bed so that my hands can slide her pants down her long legs. Then I climb back up her body, licking and nipping at her skin until she calls out, her voice pure need, “Severin.”

I skip over her underwear and push up the hem of her shirt to lave my tongue over the dip just inside her hipbone. Then I keep sliding higher, unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it from her shoulders so my shadows can slip it from her arms.

Her skin tastes sweet and salty and delicious, and I tease her favorite spot on her neck until she makes that breathy little moan that drives me wild. My cock leaps, straining against the leather of my pants.

For all my patience undressing her, I have none for my own person. In a whisper of magic, my clothes disappear. The satin of her skin against mine, I sink onto her, my erection coating her stomach in my seed.

Hannah gasps, her pupils dilating.

Goddess, I love seeing her desire for me, so pure anduninhibited. I groan and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth as my hand cups her breast. Another shiver of magic, and her bra disappears, leaving the hard pebble of her nipple straining against my palm. I pluck at it, swallowing her gasps of pleasure.

Drifting lower, my fingers toy with the edge of her panties, dipping under and then sliding away until her foot hooks around my leg, heel digging into the back of my thigh, pulling me to her. She pants against my mouth, each breath a tiny whisper of need.

I roll to the side, giving myself better access as I make her panties disappear. My fingers slip through her wet folds, rolling over her sensitive nub until her hips lift. “That’s it, my sweet, my good girl. Already so wet. You’re going to come. You’re going to get all nice and ready for me.”

My shadows glide over her skin, twining around her breasts, pulling on her nipples. I plunge two fingers into her core, stroking her as more shadows brush her clit until her hips undulate.

My erection throbs, leaking more of my aphrodisiac seed onto her thigh. I gather it and coat her with it. Then I pump out another handful and push it into her depths, working my fingers deep.

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