Page 141 of Finding Love with the Fae King

It overwhelmed me. I was angry at myself and the situation I’d put us both in. I wanted her safe, but I still had to give her the independence she had spoken of from the beginning. Melina was getting ready to take on a role so vital to the kingdom, being strapped down to one place and taking on a great responsibility she never knew she would have.

Melina would be at my side, ruling an entire nation. She’d given up her freedom to be attached to a devilish fae, and I went and took her orgasm from her.

Fuck.

The frustration became too much, and I could feel damn tears pool in my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried. It could have been when I was just a little thing sparing with my brothers. Melina had to wake up. She had to tell me she was all right. I needed to depend on her now to hold me together, or I would fall apart.

“Melina,” I whispered in her ear.

I dropped a kiss to her cheek as she stirred. The window lightened as I saw several Light pixies dust the window. They could sense their king was upset, something I rarely show, if ever. I waved them away, but they still sat quietly on the balcony edge.

“Darling, please wake up,” I pleaded like a child. Melina stirred and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Osirus? What’s wrong?” Her voice was rough as she looked up. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were red from lying up against my chest.

“I’m sorry,” was all I could mutter as I gripped her tightly. “Goddess, I am so sorry.”

“Osirus.” Her voice was muffled as her lips tickled my chest. “What are you sorry for? Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered again. “I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you like that.” Melina sat in the bed while I held back a sob. Tears were forming now, and they were too heavy to stay in my eyes.

“Osirus,” she cooed as she smiled. “There isn’t anything to be sorry about. Why are you so upset?” I buried my face in her stomach and clasped her. Her hands brushed my hair, smoothing out the knots.

“I was too rough with you earlier. I was so angry with you coming to the middle of a battle. I worried for your safety, and you didn’t listen to me. I did what I did to show you I was in control, and I regret every moment. I shouldn’t deny you anything…”

Melina started shushing me and tickled my bareback. “First, you did not hurt me physically. I was mad you didn’t let me orgasm with you. That’s kind of our thing, so I missed that.” Her hands grabbed both sides of my face and lifted me up to her face. A quick kiss and adoration from her eyes gave me a bit of relief.

“I liked everything else, though.” She winked. “I know you need control, and you don’t like it when I get my spurt of ‘I do what I want’ attitude. But I think that is why the Goddess put us both together. We both need to be evened out a bit, don’t you think?” Melina smiled brightly at me and kissed my lips softly. “Just know if you are ever in danger, I’ll find you just as you will find me. We can both be thrown into the wrestling ring of passion until both of our desires are met. How does that sound?” Her eyes lit up like the summer solstice.

“How about we both just stay out of danger but still do the lovemaking?” I sucked back a sniff. She threw her head back and laughed.

“Of course, as long as you still are the dominating one in bed.” Her voice grew a few octaves lower than made my lower region stir.

“How about I make it up to you then, let you cum around my cock?” I sat up and grabbed her bottom lip and gave it a suck. A breathy moan left her lips as she met me back with her needy lips.

“I would like that,” she breathed. Her eyes were filled with wonderful love. I kissed her softly, our mouths entangled with one another, just like our first kiss. We explored each other, tasted, and savored. She was my main course and dessert all into one.

One of her hands ran through my hair while the other wiped away my tears as I felt her body against me. Her tunic was discarded as we caressed each other softly. Gently tugging each other’s hair, getting lost in our touches. Heaven couldn’t compare to the traces she left on my skin.

We slowed our kiss as she pulled away and softly kissed both my eyes. My eyes continued to water, not of anger or guilt, but of the pure love I had for her. How could a bond be this powerful? How could a love like this exist?

I could feel the wetness pool between her legs. Her hand trailed down my right side as our breaths evened out as our bare bodies lightly touched each other.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

What a queen wants, she gets.I parted her legs and positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. She gasped as I slowly sank into her. It was like making love to her for the first time as I slid slowly into her wet cavern. Both of our eyes shut so we could feel the ways our bodies became one. Her pussy was tight as it took my girth. I felt every crevice of her body as I slowly pulled back.

Slowly, sensually, we rubbed our bodies together. The sheets were the only thing coving our bodies as both of my elbows entrapped my destined one. “Osirus,” she moaned as I captured her hips. My movements became faster as she met me thrust for thrust with her hips.

“My darling,” I spoke strained as my hair trapped us in our own canopy around our faces. “I love you,” and I felt her core tightening.

“I love you, Osirus, so much.” The grip she had on my biceps made me want to pull closer. Melina’s moan shook me as she rose to her peak.

“Melina!” I groaned as we both came around each other, our bodies hot and wet. We finished with one final passionate kiss as I fell to her side. Her legs wrapped around mine as our pants became slow whimpers as sleep finally took me, with my love in my arms.

It was early morning. The Light sprites had disappeared for the night, and the light sources were rising. Melina was still sleeping peacefully in my arms, and I didn’t want to leave. There hadn’t been twenty-four hours for us to even lie in bed to worship each other. Now that we were this close to our binding ceremony, I knew it would all be downhill.

The following day we would be in the throne room, our loved one’s surrounding us as the suns rose and hit the stained glass windows. The light sources would paint a beautiful portrait of my darling on the marbled floor. I had glaziers working through the night, so Melina would overlook part of her surprise. Not that she would have had time to notice, anyway.

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