Page 89 of Faking with the Fae King

“Oh, god,” Hannah moans. “Severin.”

“I’m getting this pretty little pussy all ready to take my knot. I’m going to stretch you so full.” I slip a third finger in and curl them until they brush over a softer spot inside her.

She starts to shake, her nails digging into my shoulder.

“Come for me now, my enchanting little witch.” I plunge into her with my fingers, brushing over that spot again andagain. “Be my good girl and come all over my fingers.”

Hannah screams, head tipping back, body arching off the bed. Her muscles clamp so tightly I almost come, imagining how it will feel to have her wrapped around my length.

I hold her close, shadows stroking her skin. My hand continues to work her, keeping her riding the edge. My fangs scrape over her throat, making her shiver and gasp.

“Severin, I need you.”

“I’ve got you.” Unable to resist her any longer, I move up over her, and my shadows lift her butt, pillowing under her until the angle’s perfect.

In one smooth move, I slide my hand free and thrust into her, burying myself fully in the delicious pressure of her velvet heat. A groan tears from my throat. “Goddess, I love you.”

She flutters around me as her expressive eyes lock with mine, showing me everything she’s feeling as she screams my name in delight.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Hannah

Severin keeps me riding so close to the edge of orgasm that all it takes is him telling me he loves me to tip me over.

He doesn’t let up, moving in and out of me in long, deep strokes, his shadows caressing my skin, coiling around my legs and arms. It’s all too much, my body trembling in constant pleasure.

“My love, my Hannah, my good girl,” he chants as he fills me with his dick. The shadow tendrils slip into my ass in a tingle of sensation, stroke over my clit with a vibrating hum. I am completely consumed by him, overwhelmed.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My love for him is all-encompassing, and so is his possession of me. Severin strips away all my cares, all my responsibilities, leaving behind nothing but love and pleasure. I lose myself in the stretch of his girth, the scent ofhis skin, the growl of his voice.

“Hannah, my Hannah, my enchanting little witch, taking my cock so well.” He thrusts deep, sending bursts of tingles rippling through me. “Do you feel how hard you make me? This is all for you.”

I make the breathy little moan that only Severin can coax from me, my core clamping tight.

“Good girl,” he growls. “Just like that. Take my cock.”

His body presses me into the bed, his weight delicious on top of me in a way I didn’t get to experience in our previous encounters. It makes this time feel even more intimate. I revel in it, arching from the mattress to rub my chest against his, the pressure on my nipples shooting straight to my sensitive nub.

His shadows stroke me, continuing their caresses until every inch of my skin feels electric.

I run my hands over his shoulders, lick at his chest, breathe in the pine and leather and smoke of his skin. My knees raise to cradle his sides as he rocks into me, filling me with his length and shadows.

“Severin,” I gasp, his name a chant to the god of pleasure. “Severin, please.”

His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss I feel to my soul. Then he presses his forehead to mine. “Hannah, my love. You’re going to take my knot.”

“Yes.” I nod, my inner muscles clenching around him in a wave of tingling warmth. “Oh, yes.”

Severin growls and thrusts harder, rocking us together as the pleasure builds and builds.

My heart races, I can barely catch my breath, and eachexhale becomes a moan.

“That’s it,” he pants. “Come for me, my good girl.”

I wail as pleasure explodes from my center, pulsing outward in rippling waves.

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