Page 77 of The Maleficent Faerie
“How does it feel, little viper?” he murmurs. “To be fucked and filled by your enemy? To know that you smell of sex, that you carry my scent on you, inside you? And yet I’m the one you fought against all those years, the one who haunted your nightmares. Don’t you want to punish me for the curse, for troubling your dreams—for all of it?” He reaches beneath me, rubs a fingertip over my clit.
I jerk at the contact. “Yes, I need to punish you,” I manage.
A hum of anticipation rolls through his body as he pulls out of my ass. When his shadows release me, I nearly fall over, but I manage to stumble to the bed and grab one of its posts for support.
Malec has stepped over to a bureau, and he’s removing something from a drawer. He turns around, holding up a riding crop and a pair of manacles—not bluesteel this time. “I’m ready for my punishment,” he says.
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I lie prostrate on the floor of the bedroom, my cheek pressed to the rug, my wings tucked close to my sides, and my hands cuffed behind my back.
Aura is sitting directly in front of my face, her thighs spread. The juicy lips of her sex, the delicate creases of flesh between them, and the wet pink slit are all wide open to my view. Her fragrance saturates every inhale—sour sweetness, delicate richness, and a faint scent ofme, of my cum pooled inside her.
She’s fucking herself with the handle of the riding crop. Her head is thrown back, her beautiful throat exposed, lips parted, hair tumbling back from a brow damp with passionate sweat. She’s exquisitely gorgeous.
This woman’s fantasies align with mine so well. I could lose so much time playing with her. Beyond that, she is intelligent, quick-thinking, forceful—and yes, she’s impulsive, like me. Despite years of being saturated with Caennith dogma, she was humble enough to listen to me. She opened her mind to me, as well as her body.
I want her. All of her, forever.
“A taste, Princess, I beg you,” I murmur.
She makes a frustrated sound, pulls the riding crop out of herself, and strikes me across the rear with it. The sting on my buttocks makes my cock twitch. I’ve had several blows from her already, across my shoulders and ass. I crave more of the delicious pain.
“You distracted me,” Aura pouts. “I was about to come.” She smacks me again, then holds the handle of the riding crop to my lips. “You may taste that.”
I put out my tongue and lick her arousal from the leather-wrapped handle. She smirks at my rumble of pleasure.
After a few seconds, she sets the riding crop aside and unclasps my cuffs.
“Turn over,” she orders, and I obey gladly, rearranging my wings. When I’m finally settled on my back, my cock juts straight up, a pathetic testament to how much I crave her.
Aura picks up the riding crop again and drags its tip along the underside of my dick. I hitch a sharp breath, half-terrified, half-delighted.
“Do you deserve another orgasm, wicked man?” She nudges my balls with the riding crop.
“No, Princess.”
She eyes me, her head tilted. Then she tosses the riding crop aside and settles herself astride my hips, with my cock pinned between her pussy and my stomach.
My head rocks back, a groan issuing from my throat as she begins to rub herself along my rigid length. While she’s stroking her pussy along my cock, she reaches out and traces tiny circles around one of my nipples.
“Mercy,” I croak. “Mercy, please.”
She plants both hands on my chest and drags herself along my cock faster, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded with oncoming bliss. “Oh gods—oh gods—” She rocks forward, and her luscious body goes rigid for a moment, her pussy quivering against my shaft. She squirms—blissful friction against the sensitive skin just beneath my cock head—and I spurt, coming all over my own heaving chest as pleasure quakes through my body.
The bliss is scorching, transcendent—our bodies and voices entwined in a melody old as time.
Aura collapses on top of me, almost crying, her skin stippled in goosebumps from the thrill of her climax. I stroke her hair with a trembling hand.
And then I turn my head aside to look at the hourglass on the bureau—
Just as the last grains fall into the bottom half.
Our time is up.
I let loose a long string of curses in my head while I wrap both arms around Aura’s body, clutching her to my chest.
I can’t give her up. I’ve had sex many times, but never like this—never with someone like her. Never with this much passion, this agonizing tug in my soul.
