Page 27 of Sold to the Fae King (Kings of the Fae Islands 2)

“You were right,” she said softly, gazing back at him, hoping that he could see all the love she carried for him, “You did rescue me.”

She felt a tremor of shock rush through him and saw it flash across his face. Then he began to smile, and she was relieved when he placed his hands upon her hips and practically purred, “Was that your way of admitting you were wrong?”

Iris made a show of gritting her teeth before she began to nod. Running her fingers into his crimson hair, she admitted, “There is nowhere else I would rather be.”

Before he could respond, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Grinding her pelvis against him, she felt satisfaction when she heard him groan with pleasure. A moment later she felt his cock beginning to harden beneath her and she pressed her breasts against his chest, wishing that they were both naked so she could feel his flesh upon hers. Again her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, and she began to undress him. His hands squeezed her hips, forcing her down against his rock-hard cock as though he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Not yet. I want to make the most of this, Iris thought. Pushing her hands beneath his now open shirt, she slipped it off over his shoulders and began to glide her way down his body, running kisses down his torso. She felt gooseflesh rising to meet her lips and his suddenly labored breath told her that he anticipated what she was about to do.

“If this is punishment, I think I should be naughty more often,” he growled through his teeth, and Iris felt a thrill run through her. Taking hold of the buckle of his belt, she stared up at him seductively, never taking her eyes off his as she began to undo his pants. She smiled at him devilishly even as she began to pull on his pants, urging him up off the couch for a moment.

His cock sprang forth in all its glory, looking very excited to see her, and a hunger began to overwhelm her.

"Iris, you don't need to…" Ember began but she didn't offer him the chance to finish. Gripping his cock in one hand, she eased her lips gently over his throbbing tip. The salty sweet taste of him burst in her mouth and she moaned even as he tilted his back with a groan of his own, cursing with pleasure. Heat throbbed between Iris's thighs and her stomach twisted with need. Kneeling between his legs, she took him into her mouth again and again, stroking her hand up and down his shaft as she went. The sounds of pleasure he seemed to be attempting to hold back were growing louder and they only aided in urging her on.

"Iris," he panted between groans, "You have to stop!"

Iris halted almost immediately and straightened up to say, "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Ember growled, a deep throaty growl filled with desire, and he finally lifted his head off the back of the couch to look down at her and shake it.

"Not at all," he assured her. In the next moment he leaned down and gripped hold of her upper arms, urging her back to her feet. His lips came down on top of hers before she could make any kind of protest and her insides fluttered once more.

Though they had been together several times since that first night, each time seemed to become more and more passionate, more meaningful. She wasn't at all sure how it was possible, but the sex just seemed to be getting better. At the same time, Ember was growing quicker to undress her and before she knew it, she stood naked before him, her nipples hardening against the chill of the evening.

"You’re cold," he observed, and Iris's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to hide her breasts, but Ember was quick to put an end to that. Gripping her wrists, he urged her arms away and suggested, "Let me warm you up."

In the next moment he had picked her up into his arms and laid her down on the couch, lying down on top of her. At first, he kissed her lips, his cock hovering between her thighs. When his lips began to trace kisses down her neck, she began to feel impatience clawing at her insides. Her hands trailed down his ribcage, tickling him as they went, but before he could react, she gripped hold of his buttocks and urged him down.

Both groaned as he entered her. The sheer size of him stretched her just to the point of discomfort and she gritted her teeth for a moment, holding entirely still to allow her body to relax. As if sensing her discomfort, Ember paused too, but did not stop from kissing and nibbling her neck and earlobe.

When she was ready, she thrust her pelvis gently up to him and the silent signal urged him to move. He was slow at first, coaxing, teasing even, and Iris could do nothing but dig her fingernails into his shoulder blades, moaning with pleasure as she silently urged him to go faster.

Their bodies were so attuned that it didn't take long for him to pick up the pace, and soon their hips were moving in time, dancing toward a desired goal. Iris's fingernails dug deeper into his back. She could feel every one of his muscles beneath her hands, contracting and moving as he made love to her.

"Iris!" Ember groaned and she knew that he was drawing close to climax. The way he called her name, filled with such desire, caused her to topple over the edge and her own orgasm ripped through her body. Every inch of her tensed as the knot in her stomach released, and she threw back her head to scream, "Ember!"

"Ahh!" the king responded, his body tensing as though he felt the way she tightened around his cock. In the next moment, Iris felt the pumping of his seed deep inside her and his groaning turned to panting, the room falling entirely silent.

Afterwards, still resting in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, Iris felt Ember lift her up from the couch to carry her to the bed. His caring nature warmed her heart and she snuggled up against him when she felt him slip into bed behind her, pressing his groin up against her buttocks.

Too tired to speak after the feast, the trauma of Perivale's arrival, and their love making, Iris closed her eyes and buried her face in the covers that Ember pulled over her.

"Sleep well, beautiful," he whispered into her ear, and she felt him nuzzle a kiss into the side of her neck as sleep claimed her.

Chapter 16 - Ember

He wanted to ignore the pounding on the door. It was disturbing the peace he felt when Iris was in his arms. But the urgency of the knock made him rouse from his dozing, and groan.

"What is it? What is going on?" Iris asked, stirring beside him. With a brief kiss on her shoulder, Ember rolled onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position. He was about to clamber from the bed and answer it to put an end to the disturbance of Iris's dreams when the banging came again.

"Come in!" he yelled instead, pulling the covers over Iris a little more to be sure her modesty was well covered. Instead of hiding, she rolled over and placed her head on his chest, pulling the covers up to her chin and under her arm. Ember was slightly distracted by the way her warm, naked flesh felt against his, but the moment Filton entered, he found all his focus drawn to his advisor.

"What is it?" Ember demanded, his entire body tensing at the expression on the other fae's face.

"Forgive the intrusion, Your Majesties," Filton apologized with a low bow as he approached the bed, pausing when he felt he was a respectable distance away. Ember noticed that for the first time, Iris did not insist she not be called 'majesty', and Ember guessed that she too had sensed the advisor's mood.

"What is it?" Ember demanded, growing frustrated at the way Filton always seemed to avoid announcing bad news.

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