Page 73 of The Crown of a Fallen Queen
“You probably won’t last a second, not withouttraining, but that’s okay.”
His cock is perfect. Smooth, large, and long, with a few dark freckles over the glistening crown. I run my fingers over the slit in the middle, and spread the bead of moisture there across the head.
His hips jerk forward and into my hand. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
“Shut your beautiful mouth and fuck me, pretty boy.”
He laughs at that, the sound low and ominous. “At your command, my queen.” He works both my legs over one shoulder, and kisses my ankle, positioning himself.
The length of him glides over my lips, from tip to root and back again a few times, the hard ridge pressing down on my clit without entering me.
The cheater is trying to last longer.
I shift my hips to meet his next thrust, and his girth stretches my entrance, his crown dipping in.
“Oh, fucking hells,” he breathes.
Then he finally,finallyslams all the way inside me. He’s hard as stone, throbbing in a devastating rhythm, and I moan at the violence of the thrust.Yes.
He’s talking a good talk, but he’s wild with lust, his balls tight in their sack, abs clenched, teeth grounding together, soul in pieces. I don’t need my magic to know his heart belongs to me in that moment. It shines like the fucking sun, almost blinding. I’ve never felt more powerful—or vulnerable—all at once. I’ve triedto dismiss his attraction to me as nothing more than desire or infatuation, but whatever Seth feels for me, it’s not small. Not meaningless. And it’s not going to go away so easily.
Seth hisses. “Fuck. What magic is this?”
“What? You’re not the only one with a special talent. Tell me how it feels.” I dip a finger inside my mouth and suck on it.
“I can feel your walls pulsing, your heart beating, the clench of your puckered hole… I can feel the back of your throat against my crown without ever entering your mouth?—”
He moves in and out of me, stretching me in all the right ways.
“I’m impressed, other men?—”
He bites the soft skin of my calf and bands an arm around my thighs to shut me up. “Stop talking about other men. You’re mine.”
“Not yet.”
“But you will be my wife, queen of my heart. And I will kneel for you in public, while you kneel for me in the dark.”
He’s lost his grip on his magic, his moves, his sanity, enduring one more thrust before he surrenders. A frustrated groan tears out of him, his hot seed spilling inside me, filling me,soothingme. I grin, feeding from it, my inner walls quaking around his cock and holding it there until I’ve milked every drop.
Until I’ve absorbed his seed, feeling satiated for the first time in a long time.
Seth slips out and searches for his cum, testing my pussy but finding no moisture there. “What the— That’s a devious trick.”
I spring to my feet and grab my tunic off the drying line. “Says the guy who used my body as a lightning rod.”
Seth chases after me, scurrying to the center of the cavern with his arms braced over his head. “How did you do that? What does it mean? Could you be pregnant from this?”
I pull the dry tunic over my head, and it shimmies past my ass. “Calm down. Do you need a calendar? Or a knock on the head? I’m a Spring Fae, I won’t be fertile until Beltane. Beltane is this major Spring holiday?—”
“I remember what Beltane is, thank you.” Seth snaps his pants off the line. “Gods, you’re so hostile when you want to be.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
It’s almost impossible to reconcile his intensity in bed with his childishness in life, and just like that, we’re back to quarrelling.
“I thought we’d worked past that,” he says, the disappointment and judgement in his tone palpable.
I pull out fresh socks and underwear, feeding the little ball of arousal-soaked lace to the dying fire, averting my gaze. “Sex is sex, Seth. It’s a basic need we have. It doesn’t mean anything more.” I snuff out the urge to add something to soften the blow.
