Page 92 of Conquering the King of Storms

Sirus

“So what doyou think of my cave?” I murmured to Harper, dragging a hand through her wild curls. My wind detangled it as my fingers slipped through the silky strands. She didn’t understand how gorgeous I found her curls—or how perfectly they fit her personality.

I understood well enough for the both of us though. And over time, I’d teach her to see herself the same way I saw her.

Sexy.

Playful.

Brilliant.

Fun.

Ourhoneymoonhad just begun a few hours earlier, but I hadn’t given her much time to look around. Not when there was finally a fucking bed we could use, and no curious ears or eyes for miles. The cave wasn’t large, but it wasn’t meant to be. Just bigenough for a bed, a small kitchen, and a bathroom, it was an escape from the life of a king that I needed at times. The other kings and I had set them up together; we all needed the time away at different points in our lives.

“It smells weird,” she said, her fingers wrapped around my hard cock and her head lying on my abdomen. “We do too. We should probably shower.”

My cock throbbed at the reminder of the time we had spentshoweringtogether in the water fae land. “I’m extremely partial to showers.”

She flashed me a grin. “Clearly.”

Lifting her head slightly, she took me between her lips.

My eyes closed, my body clenching as she took her time with me.

We’d been in bed for hours, fucking on and off for hours. And the thrill of being bare together, bringing each other pleasure in every way there was, hadn’t even begun to fade.

I didn’t want to consider leaving when ourhoneymoontime was up, though there was no way around it.

At my will, the wind picked up suddenly, lifting my mate and spinning her so her core was on my face. She let out a noise of surprise as I parted her, finding her center with my tongue.

Pleasure throbbed within me at the taste of her.

She was fucking incredible.

I’d eat her for hours if she’d let me.

Soft noises escaped her as we pleasured each other until she collapsed on me, both of our chests heaving.

I had never imagined how it would feel to have a female like her. The way she sated me, complemented me, and made me laugh, nothing else had ever or would ever compete with.

My hands stroked her ass and thighs, my silent musings returning to the first time we’d been together in the Aboa. My fear, my guilt, my paranoia…

Fuck, I was glad that was behind us.

But she was worth every moment of uncertainty. Every shred of worry. Every awkward moment.

“Thank you for being here with me,” I murmured to her, still stroking her fucking soft skin.

She snorted. “I don’t think you should be thanking me when you’re giving me so many more orgasms than I’m giving you.”

“Not sexually, Sway.” I reached down and plucked her up off my body, turning her and setting her down at my side. The way she curled up against me, trusting me to hold her and care for her, filled me with pride. “Thank you for being here with me, as a friend. A companion. You make me happy.” The words were simple, but I saw the way her cheeks reddened and her eyes brightened.

And I was fucking glad that her change into a fae hadn’t taken that sexy blush away from me.

“You make me happy too.” She slid a leg over my abdomen, and then her lips stretched in a yawn. “Maybe fae don’t need as much sleep as humans do, but I’m exhausted.”

I chuckled, slipping my fingers back into her hair with one hand while I held her thigh securely to my body with the other. “You’ve only just transformed, love. I’m not surprised that you need to rest.”

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