Page 76 of Brutal Fae King
His hand brushes over my face. I hold onto his hand and lean my face into it.
“I can do that,” I reply.
“Thank you,” he murmurs back.
His gaze changes. It turns desirous, and his eyes move down to my lips. My stomach flickers when I recognize it. His face leans toward mine, and my eyes close. His lips touch mine, and his familiar flavor spreads through my mouth, that earthy musk. My mouth waters and tingles as his soft, wet tongue curls around mine. I gasp lightly in delight. His tongue slowly moves around mine. A sweet chill makes goosebumps prickle my skin. Another pant escapes me, and he reciprocates with a throaty chuckle.
My body starts shuddering with arousal when I hear his pleasure. Sharp tingling crackles up and down me. Our lips unlock—I gasp for breath, and his lips start trailing down my face teasingly, and-
Vicmar flinches. He gives a cry and then a deep chuckle.
“Ow,” he purrs.
“Oh,” I gasp. I lean back and look around and see the sparks dancing around us both. “Sorry. I… didn’t know I was doing that. I’ll make them stop.”
“Wait,” he chuckles. “Don’t. I like them.”
I laugh.
“Youlikethem?” I ask incredulously.
Vicmar gives me a cheeky grin.
“If you can control your powers, let’s find some different uses for them!” he laughs.
I just give a bemused titter of my own. I lean back and clench my fists. The sparking stops.
“You have gotten so much better at those,” Vicmar murmurs.
I keep concentrating and slowly extend one single finger. I have to draw in another calming breath before the sparks begin leaping around my hand.
“Wow,” Vicmar breathes.
I grin a little and tap him on his shoulder. He gives a little yelp—just a little higher pitched than I expected it to be—and then gives a throaty laugh. He gives me such a wicked smile.
“Ow,”he says again, grinning.
I smirk back. I press my finger into his chest again. He gives another yelp. Another shimmer through his body. I press my other, non-electrified hand against his body to feel how he squirms under me.
I feel powerful, and I have never felt power like this before. I brush my hand down his chest, taking my electrified finger away for a moment.
“M-my stomach!” he begs. “Please!”
I grin widely.
“I don’t know,” I murmur slowly. “Maybe I’ll do that, maybe I won’t.”
Vicmar looks at me, chest heaving and dark eyes sparkling in excitement.
“What?!” he gasps.
“It’s not up to you, is it?” I ask, a smirk twisting my lips.
“Oh,you’re so cruel!” he laughs breathlessly.
I giggle back and send another wave of sparks over his chest. Both his wings give a sharp beat as he writhes under my palm.
“Hm…” I purr, lifting my finger toward them. “The wings, though…”
