Page 44 of A Bride for the Winter King
“Do you want me to touch you, Lori?” A carnal promise burns within his hardened gaze, and the hunter inside me bristles.
Luring in the most beautiful, dangerous predator in Faerie is no small feat, but a beast caught in a snare is much more dangerous than a free one. He could kill me before I tamed him.
“Fuck.” I slap the mirror behind me with my open palm, the truth about as shameful as his behavior. “Yes.”
The tips of his fingers glide under the flimsy lace, and I fail to stifle a gasp as he brushes my sex.
“Why are you so wet? Are you so turned on by death that you can’t recognize what’s bad for you, little spider?” he says on a hiss, like this is all my fault.
“That kiss…” I rationalize, the feel of his hand fucking incredible. My whole body is knotted and curled, begging for this Fae king to take whatever he needs and destroy me. “It unleashed some kind of old magic.”
“Powerfulold magic,” he confirms on a defeated growl. “Tell me what you want.” His words are gruff and yet soft, like we’re both dangling from the same thread of insanity. “Or better yet, tell me to stop. I can’t see straight when you’re near, but I’d never force myself on you. Say the word, and I’m gone.”
My heart stumbles. “Is that whatyouwant?”
His aren’t the lazy touches of a casual lover, and I gasp when he tears the lace off and kisses the soft skin underneath with reverence. “What I want is to lick every inch of you, if you’ll let me.”
The sharp craving between my legs expands like a dark hole that could never, ever be filled.
“Yes.” My lids flutter, and I take solace in the knowledge that, even though some higher power is really in charge, I could have saidno. “I need you.”
The brazen touch of his hand plagues me with self-loathing, but it’s the first flick of his tongue over my drenched folds thatalmost kills me. It’s too cold, and yet… I’ve never thought of ice as sexy, but every lick soothes the inferno in my belly. Each brush is divine, and I feel like I will burst into flames if he stops.
His ice isburningme, and yet… “Oh please, please,please,” I moan, horrified to hear the words out loud. I’m so fucking sensitive; I can’t deal.
“You taste better than Feyfire wine,” he growls, the heaviness of his breath on my clit almost enough to send me over the edge. “Better than life.”
He hikes my leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing his tongue to rub deep, and I reach down to pull on his blond locks.
Elio simplydevoursme, branding me with his hands and mouth and coaxing sounds out of me I’ve never heard before. Dark embers of magic rise into the air, and I arch my back, ready to die at his command. He presses the tip of his tongue where my will is most fragile, the rub of his fingers now hard and unrelenting.
“Come for me, little spider. Come for your king.”
My body doesn’t care about his earlier threats, and the pleasure both stings and soothes, like snow melting on my tongue. Wicked tremors shake my legs, and I hate myself, but it’s the best orgasm of my life. It lasts forminutes, the Winter King’s face buried between my legs.
“You belong to winter, now, Lorisha Pari Singh.” He glides up to stand and wraps a hand in my hair. “Why does Seth want to kill me? Does he really think he would last a week as the reaper king?” A dry snort rakes his throat. “Does he truly believe death would come so easy to me?”
“I’mnotan assassin.”
He places an open-mouthed kiss on my temple. “So you said, but I don’t believe you.”
Ragged pants quake my chest. Are we lovers or enemies? Is he going to kill me or fuck me?
He loosens the knot of his lace-up pants, his current actions pointing to the latter. He’s only attracted to me because of his dead wife, and yet…
“How did you know who I was earlier?” I’m panting and furious and fuckingmad.
“I didn’t. Not until it was too late. Hell, Iprayedit wasn’t you?—”
How dare he pray for another when the Flame weaved him such a gift? Burn him.
“—but here we are.” He pulls himself out of his pants and strokes his cock up and down.
By the spindle and all the dark Fae Gods… Long fingers. Tall. I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Then why would you kiss me like that?” I croak.
He raises a brow that tells me to evaluate my own choices before judging his and leans in to suck my earlobe into his mouth. “Why are you letting me fuck you?”
