Page 52 of Brutal Fae King
“Sorry!” I yelp.
“It’s okay,” he says throatily. “I can handle it. I’m just pleased you seem happy.”
“Happy?” I ask.
A smirk ghosts over his face.
“You know that powers tend to spark up when you feel strong, excitable emotions?” he says. “Anger… excitement…”
I feel like the last emotion he was going to say dances on his lips, but he doesn’t quite say it. I see it in his hooded, desirous gaze. He leans forward, and I get another breathful of his wonderful musk.
“Let me see how your powers are reacting,” he murmurs, his warm hands brushing over my shoulders and draping the duvet down.
My stomach jolts harder. Electricity dances around me—sparks bouncing on the bed as I’m revealed.
“W-wait-!” I breathe.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You won’t hurt me. I just want to see how they’re reacting.”
He pulls the remainder of the duvet off, and I am in my thin nightdress. Sparks dance around me, bouncing around like stones skipping on the surface of a lake.
“That looks normal,” he says lightly.
“Normal?” I gasp. “What about this is—?”
His finger touches my lips. A pulse of arousal pulses through me.
“It’s okay,” he purrs. “Don’t speak; you’ll rile yourself up. Just breathe. Calm down, and so will your powers.”
I do breathe, but that doesn’t help; his scent flows down my throat, making my mouth water.
“I-I can’t!” I whisper. “Not whilst you’re touching me!”
Vicmar laughs at the back of his throat.
“Then… perhaps you can calm downafterI stop touching you?” he purrs.
My heart is hammering in my chest. I’m panting. Little flickers of pleasure skitter up and down my body. The sparks still dance.
“Maybe, but… don’t stop touching me yet,” I beg breathlessly against the finger on my lips.
He gives the lightest sigh at the back of his throat, and he moves up. He’s so close to me that my eyes close. I drink in his scent greedily, and I feel his body heat radiating into mine. The finger slides away from my lips, and I open my mouth. Then, his lips press on mine.
I gasp on his mouth. My arms snap around him—one hand moves onto the back of his head and grabs his hair in a thick fistful. My other hand moves to his lower back, my fingers crawling through the barrier of clothing until I can reach his warm skin.
A groan rumbles in his chest. He pushes into me. His tongue pushes past my lips, warm and wet, as it seeks out mine. His tongue slowly brushes around inside my mouth.
A moan builds in my chest and then escapes me. He groans.
His arms wind around me fully, and soft warmth brushes my face. I gasp and break the kiss to look. His wings have spread around me, touching my cheek as he encloses me. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a fae’s wing so close – how the light shines through them, lighting them up in gold. His soft lips move down to my neck, drifting down my skin. There’s the smallest sting on my neck—a nibble. Pleasure cracks through me—and sparks fly around us. Vicmar flinches a little, his entire warm body grinding against mine for a second. I feel another bolt of pleasure when his body hits mine, and I arch into him.
“S-sorry,” I gasp, “I- I didn’t mean to…”
A dark chuckle rumbles through him, vibrating on my chest where his body is pressed on mine. Tingling spreads through my nipples—they harden under his body.
“Don’t worry,” he growls. “You can’t hurt me… I think I even like it.”
His attractive purr sends another wave of pleasure through me—another sigh escapes me.
