Page 57 of The Maleficent Faerie
He takes my ankle in his hands and kisses each toe tenderly, just as he fantasized aloud to me. One Caennith guard I was with liked licking my feet; I hated the way he slobbered over them. But when Malec sucks my tiniest toe between his lips and bathes it delicately with the tip of his tongue, my body erupts in a glorious thrill.
He releases my foot, lifts pleading eyes to mine, and says softly, “Shall I make you come, my lady?”
“You may taste me.” I struggle to keep my voice from quivering. “And then, I command you to fuck me like you promised.”
Confidence flashes into his eyes again, and he grips my waist and pulls me to the edge of the altar. His face presses between my thighs, and as his tongue lashes over my clit, I vent a shrill gasp and grip two of his horns.
I’m sitting on Eonnula’s altar, candlelight glowing on my bare legs, while the Void King kneels before me and bathes my sex with his tongue. He’s magnificent like this, worshiping me with his proud wings outspread like a cloud of gleaming darkness. His black hair brushes silken against my inner thigh while he laps and suckles every tender bit of my flesh.
I love the curved shape of his horns, the flat ridges along their surface. The two front horns are just the right size for my hands.
“Look at me,” I breathe.
He lifts his dark lashes, his eyes meeting mine as his beautiful lips nibble my clit.
“Shit,” I gasp, shuddering. “Oh shit—I’m going to come—keep looking at me—fuck, fuck…” My thighs contract, squeezing around his head while my stomach tenses. Pleasure cascades through me, violent ripples of ecstasy making my legs shake.
He keeps licking me, savoring me until my thighs and stomach relax and I fall back boneless against the altar. I am a limp, willing sacrifice, soaked for him, too delirious from pleasure to say a word when he unfastens his pants and reveals the sleek length I enjoyed so much earlier in the evening.
Malec pauses, his jaw tense, lips tight. He’s waiting for a protest, for a sign from me.
I make him wait for a moment, noting the gleam of liquid at his swollen tip. He’s aching to be inside me. He needs me as fiercely as I need him.
I won’t think about how strange and perverse this is, that I’m fucking my kingdom’s worst enemy. Three days ago I would have boasted about how I’d kill him if I ever got the chance. And now—I nod to him, and he holds my legs up and slides every bit of that glorious length into my body.
I cry out softly, relief and surrender.
If my mothers knew I was letting the Maleficent One take me on Eonnula’s altar…
“Harder,” I grit out. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
Uncertainty crosses his features. “I’m Fae, and you’re human—”
“I can take it.” The words burst from me in a vicious sob. “Please. Please fuck me hard.”
With a growl he plants both hands on the stone surface of the altar, on either side of my shoulders. His hips slam against my body, the first strike of a brutal onslaught. He drives into me so hard my back grates against the stone, and he has to curl one arm around my head to hold me in place while his body thunders into mine with the force of a battering ram. It hurts—his fingers clamped around my skull, claws digging in, the bruising slam of his hip bones against the backs of my thighs, the thick stretch of his cock plunging in and out with inhuman force and supernatural speed. I welcome the invasion and the pain—I revel in it, because I can feel the clenching build of pleasure deep in my gut, a raw, savage need climbing and climbing—I can tell that when it comes it’s going to be the most intense climax I’ve ever felt.
I sink my fingernails into his shoulders, lacerating his skin. “Harder,” I choke, and he snarls in response, huffing with the effort of obeying my demand. His arm tightens around my head, and he slows his pace for a moment to take my mouth.
His kiss is harsh and hot, a tempest over my tongue. I ravage him with my lips and teeth, and when I bite his lower lip he gives a whimpering moan of pained delight.
“Stop kissing me and fuck me,” I whisper, and with a final violent kiss, he complies.
My eyes roll back as I’m pounded, shaken, hammered apart—as the sheer violence of his body batters the orgasm out of me. I come like a gate splintering, like a city falling, walls exploding and bricks crumbling into dust. I come so hard I can’t even scream, or see. I can only convulse, rigid with bone-searing bliss, a faint cracked sound in my throat.
How he kept himself from coming for so long, I don’t know, but when he feels me spasming around him, he lets go with a groan of agonized relief. His cock flexes in my channel, and I quiver at the sensation.
I reach up, gathering a handful of his hair in one hand and grasping one of his horns with the other. Pulling his face down to mine, I drag my teeth over his lips, twist and tug his hair, nip at his questing tongue. He moans a wordless plea into my mouth, so I finally kiss him softly, gratefully, while his wings curve inward, encircling us both, as if to shield this moment from the eyes of Eonnula herself.
While he was fucking me so mercilessly, I forgot everything. I’m sweetly sore now, but reality is oozing back into my mind.
The Fae who cursed me is kissing me like I’m the one thing he has always craved.
“Stop,” I whisper into his mouth. “You have to stop.Wehave to stop.”
Malec’s eyes register what I’m saying. His body tenses over mine, and his lips leave my mouth.
Slowly he pulls back, resignation falling over his crisp features. He eases himself out of me, hands me my leggings, and refastens his pants while I arrange my clothing. When I stand up, I feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, dampening the crotch of my leggings. I have the strangest urge to scoop it up and push it back inside myself.
