Page 71 of The Crown of a Fallen Queen
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls. “I need you to keep your hands where there are, flat against the stones, and think about how engorged and painful my cock is for you and your fucking perfect tits.”
I obey, loving his foul mouth, and how he takes charge.
A low, masculine sound escapes him before he dips his head down to lick my aching peaks. I moan. The touch of saliva allows the electrical current to sink into my flesh in an entirely different way. My inner walls throb. Every brush of his tongue somehow tugs at a deep, sensitive spot inside me, like his magic created a tangible, physical link between my erogenous zones. I’ve been with a few Storm Fae, but none of them knew this trick. It’s criminal, but oh-so-good.
I can only imagine what will happen when Seth turns his attention to the place between my legs, my core drenched with arousal.
He seems to be thinking the same thing, his dark eyes drifting to the narrow path of lace still covering my pussy. With a shuddering breath, he pulls down his boxers, and the thickness of him fills his hand. The raised veins along his shaft melt my brain, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“Look at what you’ve done to me, witch. I’m about to come from the sight of you alone. Fucking hells.” He rubs his crown over the drenched fabric covering me, and?—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Each time the swelled tip of his cock hits my clit, my belly fills with liquid fire. I gasp, so fucking turned on by his wicked acts of worship that I tether on the edge of a blinding orgasm.
“Shh. It’s too soon for that, yet.” Seth slides down into the deeper nook in the rock.
He places a tender kiss to my inner thigh, drinking in the sight of me spread for him, his pupils dilated, and peels off my underwear. My belly clenches in anticipation.
I brace myself on my elbows to look at him. His sweet, talented tongue finds my heated core, hard and soft all at once.
His growl of approval rumbles across my clit. “You taste so good, witch.”
The tip of his tongue is imbued with a hint of magic that wreaks havoc on my nervous system in the most maddening way possible, and I fall to my back, overwhelmed.
The link from before works in reverse. Each time his tongue traces a soft circle around my clit or dips inside me, the hard pinch at my nipples returns. My breath quickens, and my blood spikes, my fingers digging into the rocks for support.
Seth wraps an arm around my thighs to steady me and waits until the orgasm tapers off again. That devil.
I grip his hair and grind myself against his mouth, but he just laughs. “All in good time, darling. I want your hands on those beautiful tits, now. I want to see you play with them as you wait for your reward.”
I release his hair and coo, the sound bringing heat to my cheeks, my hands slithering up, up, until I reach my chest.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show them to me.”
I’m panting, as though my body is no longer my own but Seth’s toy. The aureoles are thick, the peaks so hard and sensitive that I cry out as I roll the heavy flesh in my hands.
“Don’t you like the games we play together?” He laps at my lips again, taking his sweet time.
I’m used to men going down on me in a hurry, impatient to fuck me, not this slow, tortuous dance. Seth shies away from the pulsing bundle of nerves, denying me my release in trade for a divine haze that stretches and expands, slithering inside my lower abdomen. He slips a hand between my butt cheeks, spreading my wetness over the ring there, and taps his index finger over it, circling, drumming, and teasing the tight hole.
I tense up, my muscles clenching. It’s been a while since I’ve been touchedthere.
“So tight… We have to get you ready for my cock, my queen.”
My eyes widen. Is he joking? He’shuge. “You’re not getting in there.”
Seth blows on my clit, and my body gives a lovely shudder. “You’ll love it, just as you lovethat.” He spears his tongue deep in my pussy, his lighting reaching deeper still, tendrils of electricity tingling all over.
I feel so full, so deliciously stretched, so impossibly fragile, like he could shatter me with one word. The savage ache pulses without mercy, expanding, rumbling,growlingbetween my thighs.
“Now, palms flat to the rock, or my thunder will burn you on its way out,” he warns.
My eyes widen.Fuck, I never thought?—
I force my palms to kiss the ground, my chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths, the electricity in the air creating bright sparks over my bellybutton.
“You’re so close now. Can you feel it? So fucking close to the edge.”
