Page 17 of His Dark Delights
“Do you believe all fae should die, then?” I forced the burning question from my raw throat.
“Yes,” he ground out through a tight jaw. He crushed the flower in his large hand. More tears flooded down my cheeks at the flower’s demise, like a thread severed from my soul. “Filthy, savage, magical beasts. They’ve gotten away with killing humans for too long. It’s time for mankind’s revenge.”
A soft whine vented through my lips before I could catch it and reel it back in.
Ren whipped his head around, noting my glistening cheeks under the starlight. He rolled onto his side, supporting himself with his elbow. With a nimble hand, he caught my chin, forcing me to meet his urgent stare. “Why do you weep, Lilly?”
I wanted to beg him not to kill me because I had feelings for him—burdensome, agonizing feelings I shouldn’t have. Instead, I said, “I do not revel in the death of any living creature, Ren. It’s barbarous and wrong.”
“I’m sorry, my lady.” He closed his eyes and dipped his head to mine again. “I don’t mean to upset you with talk of war and death. I meant for this night to be one of passion. Let me distract you from these sorrows.” Then he was on me again, crushing his soft lips to mine as if plundering my troubles.
I didn’t stop Ren when he kissed me, when he hooked his fingers into my laces and untied my dress, or when he grabbed my hips and maneuvered me onto my hands and knees. I became lost in the sensation of his warm palms greedily swiping over my skin and feeling every soft place on my body. His hands smoothed over my sides to fondle my swaying breasts, then alongside my back, where he carefully traced my spine.
Every brief touch and spark of pleasure helped erase the panicked anxiety worming a hole in my chest.
I needed Ren’s hands, his lips, his heat, his smell, and his cock to drive away the bristling emotions within me. I wanted to forget what I was and what the knight might do if he knew the truth. I needed to relent to the ecstasy that we found in one another’s arms.
My heart weighed heavily on the back of my tongue, and I swallowed it down. I focused on the pulsating need between my thighs and wiggled my hips against the hardness in Ren’s trousers, desperate to be filled and find relief from my thoughts.
I breathed in the aroma of flowers and picked up the heady scent of desire threaded through the crisp night air. Tears brimmed in my eyes, and I closed them against the unwanted onslaught of emotions.
I heard the soft rustling of Ren tugging himself free of his clothing, and anticipation quivered through my sex. He palmed my bottom, groaning with male delight at the sight of my body, prone and eager beneath him. His thumbs fell into place over my bottom as he latched onto my hips. “I love the dimples above your gorgeously round ass. It’s like your body is showing me exactly where to hold you.”
“Please,” I whispered, rocking my hips back andbumping into his erection.
“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth. Then he folded himself over me, his chest flush with my back. He hooked an arm forward and collared my throat with one large palm. It wasn’t enough to cut off my air, just enough pressure to show me he was in control.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ren bucked his hips and his cock slid across my pussy, delicately parting my lips open. He ground his length through my sticky arousal until it coated his cock. Then his thick, heavy length plunged into my entrance, and a sharp inhale on my lips morphed into an extended moan. His hand on my neck caressed along my body, groping my breast, memorizing the feel of my tensing stomach, then landed between my thighs. Two central fingers dipped low, finding my clit and strumming it. My heart shuddered through my chest and pulsed through my core.
He belted his other arm around my ribs, right under my breasts as he pounded into me. With each snap of his flesh against mine, I relished his storm of passion and lust-driven need. The erotic sounds of sex filled the meadow, joined with his low groans and my broken gasps.
The entire time Ren thrusted into me, tears streamed down my face and my hands fisted in the blanket. My pathetic noises flit between cries of ecstasy and something like a stuttered sob. But I forgot why I wept, swept up in the tornado of thrilling sensations in my body. His cock stretched me out, pummeling into me, and his skilled hands made quick work of my clit.
“Ren, ah, I’m… Ren, I’m going to—”
His chest heaved against my back and his breathblew hot and furious against my neck. “Fuck, are you coming already, Lilly?”
Unable to form another word, my head bobbed in response. His pace on my clit quickened, hurling me into the shattering bliss of my climax. Ribbons of bliss coiled and erupted within my belly, so harsh and sudden that I shook uncontrollably, arms folding as I collapsed on the blanket.
“Gods, you feel so good when you come on my cock.” Ren arched his head back and his hands tight on my hips dragged me along his length over and over.
“Ren,” I whimpered with my face in the quilt.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. In a flurry of movement, he hauled me backward as he tumbled onto the blanket. Now beneath me, he used his deft hands to position my legs by his hips.
I looked down the length of his bare legs as he slipped his cock back into my inner walls. His palm smacked against my ass, and the sting forced me to yelp. Then he grabbed my sides, digging his fingers into the almost ticklish spots at my hip bones.
“Ride me, Lilly. Let me watch as you fuck yourself on me,” he commanded, tone unsteady.
I peered over my shoulder at him, lying back and watching me with primal anticipation. A shudder rolled through my body, and my pussy flexed on his throbbing cock. “I… I don’t know.”
“You can do this. Just do what feels right.” Ren’s hands massaged my hips reassuringly. He tipped his hips forward, slowly hitting me at a new, deep angle. Then again, to encourage me to move with him.
Closing my eyes, I faced forward and braced my hands on his hard, muscled thighs. Gradually, I rosebefore dropping myself back onto his shaft. A quick, thin noise vented from me as I repeated the motion over and over, searching for what touched on the places receptive to pleasure within me.
A hum of appreciation vibrated through Ren as I rode him. I glanced back and saw him intently watching each time his cock slid home inside of me. Something dark mingled with the moonlight glinting in his eyes, and a panicked bolt of delight shot through me.
