Page 53 of Brutal Fae King
His hands move. One falls down to the hem of my dress and moves under it. His hot fingers drift up my bare thigh—leaving a warm streak up my skin where he touches. I can’t believe how hot his body is, pressing so hard into mine. It’s like his skin is burning hot, a slick sheen of sweat building on mine as he grinds into me. Another purring, throaty laugh rumbles through his chest, and he takes his time. His fingers pinch into my thigh and drag down… Just that tiny sting of pain sweetens the pleasure – I start squirming, but he grabs me and holds me still. I hear the crackle of more sparks and feel his muscles clench and relax as he’s hit.
His lips move back to my ear, his warm breath fanning across me as he speaks:
“Yes… more of that. Give me more!”
I can’t speak back; too much pleasure has swelled in my chest – it’s all I can do to whimper in desire as his hands move up my body. His hands brush my skin as he takes off my dress. Once I’m naked, I can feel large, soft wings pressing into my back, holding me up as his hands move to my naked breasts. His hands take hold of my chest, and a spark of arousal ricochets up me as his fingers brush over my nipples. I’m still gripping his hair, and I pull him down to me. I kiss him hard, and he moans into my mouth, his fingers still rubbing my nipples.
An aroused yelp escapes me when his fingers touch on my nipples. He gives a low growl as I squirm under him, in time with his thumbs slowly moving around and around.
“Mm… Here, is it?” He purrs, “Is that making you spark?”
I open my mouth to reply – nothing comes out but another breathless moan. He chuckles gently, then his head dips down. His wings stand erect in my vision, soft and golden.
But then the sharpest sting of pleasure yet forces my eyes closed.
Yes! Yes! Oh, gods!
The orgasm building in the pit of my stomach leaps up a few notches as his soft, wet tongue curls around my nipples. Slowly. Gently. Every small motion of his tongue scatters sharp pleasure through me – my legs kick out. My hips buck, and grind against his as his tongue moves. Then, the most delicate pinch of pain through me. His teeth close on my hard nipple – just enough to nibble me. A shriek of arousal breaks free from me. I judder out of control. I try to say his name but pleasure garbles me.
Sparks dance around us both. He twitches and moans as each spark hits him. He gives a purring laugh, and his wings tighten around me. His sweet mouth leaves my nipple and I hear myself give a weak sound of pleasure and disappointment when he does. His wicked grin widens when he hears how much I want him.
His hands move down to my body and offsets me, tipping me over until I’m on my back, spread on my soft bed.
I open my eyes, and I see Vicmar lean up, halfway through taking off his shirt. As he pulls it off, his wings springing free last, I scan my eyes down the warrior’s physique. He hassharp abs I could chip a nail on, small scars puckering his skin in short streaks. His wings look golden and angelic in this lighting, and his eyes shine. He towers over me at first, sitting back on his knees. He sees me ogling him and gives a wide grin. Then, he leans down toward me. I arch up desirously as he lowers down, my eager hands reaching for him. Sparks zap all around us. I see each little bolt of lightning as it cascades from my hand, dances across the sheets, then hits him. It’s like magnetism; they just seem drawn to him. I watch it closely, and see how his abs tighten when a spark hits them. I reach forwards, and just press my hands on his chest. I feel his muscles tense under my hands, my power flowing directly into him. A deep, guttural moan spills out of him into my ear – the sound of his pleasure sends tremors through me.
Yes… I love hearing you moan.
I try to focus a little – and I pump just a little extra power into my hands. Vicmar gives another cry of pain and pleasure, and I feel him sink a little.
I find myself in his chest, and I lean up to kiss his throat. It’s salty in the lightest sheen of sweat on him. I drape my tongue slowly up his throat, and his moan vibrates across my tongue. His arms move around me, but I move up to his ear:
“Vicmar!” I gasp, “Pl-please! I need you! Now!”
He gives a groan in reply. I grab the top of his waistband and start pulling at them desperately. I don’t succeed, but his hands move to his buckle. Once he’s free, he leans down and presses his lips on mine, his tongue caressing mine again. As he does, his hands press against both my inner thighs. He pushes my legs open, and I let him.
I wait. I ache, and I wait.
Then—
He impales me with one smooth motion, shuddering pleasure scattering up me as he pushes inside me, the chamber inside my body tingling sharply—so sharply that the pleasure is almost pain. So very untouched until now, but now sparkling with every inch he pushes in.
I stutter, whimpering as he gifts me with the last little bit of length, then starts to drag out.
Every motion sends another bolt of arousal through me, collecting together to build an orgasm in me.
“Oh! Oh, gods! Vic-Vic-Vicmar!”
He growls in pleasure. He keeps pulling out, holds for a moment, then thrusts hard in. A crash of pleasure. There’s a flash behind my eyes. I moan again, my back arching.
His hands move to either side of my head, boxing me in. There’s nothing else in the world right now except him. His heat, his scent – and him being inside me. He starts moving faster. Faster. The arousal swirls, crashing around me like a building whirlpool. My eyes roll back in my head. I can’t breathe. There’s too much pleasure filling me. His chest is pressing on me, slick with a little sweat. His heart hammers in his chest. I lean forward and lick his sweaty skin. He moans as salt spreads over my tongue. My hands move to grip his back—touch his wings. He cries out sharply, then leans to my ear:
“Touch my wings!” he hisses at me.
I grab his wings hard with both hands. They’re soft, like the rest of his skin, and I rake my fingernails down them like I would his back. He growls in pleasure. He thrusts into me harder.
Harder. Faster. The pleasure builds. Builds. It’s swelling. It’s filling me. The pleasure keeps building.
And… And… Oh, gods, I can’t take it!
