Page 77 of Brutal Fae King
“No, no!” He laughs, but it’s playful. He’s still grinning.
I touch on one of his wings. Both of them snap forward. One of them hits me with its bony ridge and I give a playful yelp.
“Hey!”
“Sorry!” he says. “But I told you not to!”
I grin and finally touch the sparking finger to his abs like he asked. Vicmar gives a guttural moan, and his muscles stiffenunder my hand. The wings around me close in—suddenly, I’m held by the wings as tightly as his arms embraced me earlier. I’m cocooned in warm, golden wings. I laugh and try to move, but I’m fully enclosed. I give a little wriggle, a little squirm, but I’m fully enclosed.
I don’t mind. I feel so utterly comfortable here. It’s as cozy as a mini home away from home. And Vicmar’s right here. He smiles at me softly as he pulls himself into me. Vicmar chuckles lightly, and his lips touch my neck. I arch into him, and his hands grab my hip.
His strong jaw runs along my neck as his soft mouth moves to my ear.
“Stay here,” he purrs. “Stay with me. Be My Queen. I know you have to for now, but there may come a time when you don’t have to.” His chest presses into me harder. “Stay with me then, too.”
I smile.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Of course I’ll stay.”
He gives a happy little laugh. Another soft kiss on my neck sends tingles down my skin.
Vicmar puts some pressure on me and leans on me until I fold backward. He’s still kissing me so very softly as his hands drape over the inside of my thighs. My legs wrap around his waist eagerly, and he slides in. A sharp snap of arousal cracks up my spine from where he strokes inside me. It was so untouched until him, and now my body welcomes him with shuddering anticipation. His groan rattles in my ear, and a shiver runs through me in response.
This time is different. He’s softer. He pulls me closer, and I am just wrapped up in him—arms, wings, legs. His hotbreath fans out over my chest, tickling my nipples. Vicmar sits up, pulling me up onto his lap. It changes how he fills me—different, but still gets me gasping in sweet pleasure, shuddering through me with every thrust. He’s so strong; he holds me on him like I weigh nothing. I can barely hold myself up—I feel like I’m melting on his lap, just collapsing as the encroaching orgasm piles up inside me. My eyes roll up into my head.
O-oh, yes! Yes!
It's coming. I’m almost there—just… a little more…
“P-please! Fa-faster!” I’m begging.
A growling laugh escapes him. His hands grip me harder, one pinching into the light amount of fat on my hips. The other moves between my shoulders and grips me hard there, too.
He goes faster. The pleasure swells even more inside me. It’s filling my chest—I can’t breathe. My head falls back as I moan. My eyes have rolled back in my head. A light growl escapes him.
It's… building… building…
The orgasm bursts inside me. There’s a flash behind my eyes. I hear myself scream, and Vicmar cries out. I feel it vibrate through his chest as he leans against mine.
We hold for a moment, the aftermath sending trembles through me. After that, he moves his head to my shoulder. Keeping me close, he starts to lie down on his back. I end up on top of him, my legs resting on either side of his hips. He just lets me sit on top of there—it’s truly like I weigh nothing to him; he’s so strong.
As we lay back down, he lets me go—mostly. He combs his fingers through my hair and looks at me…lovingly.Yes, that’sthe word. There’s a rich depth of love in there. When his lips part, my heart soars.
“Ebelor…”
I know what he’s going to say!
Vicmar just shakes his head a little and closes his mouth again. He smiles at me and then starts again.
“Thank you for staying here,” he says. “It truly means a lot to me.”
“Oh. Yes, no problem,” I reply.
He frowns a little.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I snuggle down onto his chest. His arms wind around me. “Everything’sperfect.”
