I wasn’t giving him any excuse to stop.
His cock jutted from his body within the confines of his under clothes, and it was an intimidating sight, despite having just been acquainted with its size. How did that fit inside a fae? Was it even possible for a dragon to fuck a fae and not harm them? Then I thought of Zaria and her size compared to Nyx.
Gods, I was overthinking this again.
“Trix, come back to me,” Faolan coaxed, and I focused back on him in time to see him slip the waistband down over his hips, and that fearsome thing sprang free as the fabric pooled to the floor.
I was speechless, but I could not look away.
As magnificent as his entire body was, it was nothing compared to his cock. The head glistened already wet with arousal. He caught me looking and wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a slow stroke.
“Come here,” I nearly begged.
He prowled back over me and slipped my underclothes off me, while laying kisses everywhere his hands exposed. My skin was alive with sensation. I never knew kisses could set a trail of magic tingling across your skin. And when his kisses trailed between my legs and I felt his warm breath…there, I thought I might die from the embarrassment and desperation simultaneously.
“I’ve wanted to taste your cunt since the first moment I caught your scent,” he said as if it was nothing.
I gasped at his language and the feeling of being so exposed while he was poised to devour me in a way I had never let my imagination run to. Before I could think of a clever response, I felt the heat and slickness of his tongue slide through my folds. I cried out, shocked by the wave of pleasure that washed all over me.
“Goddess save me,”he groaned in my mind.“You taste like—mine.”
He stroked his tongue through several times, each eliciting sounds from me that I was not familiar with. There was a wetness I didn’t think all came from him. I arched off the bed when he lapped at a particular place above my entrance and then seemed to focus his attention there. The pleasure was blinding—I shook from it. Over and over, he devoured and sucked at thatspecial spot, finding all my hidden secrets without any direction. I was entirely at his mercy and gone to everything but his whims.
His fingers teased me open while his tongue worked, and I hissed when one carefully entered me. Slowly, he worked it in, never letting up with his tongue, He slid it in and out, and it felt magical—there was no other way to describe it.
The sensation of him inside me changed, and I realized he had worked another finger in. The pressure was almost too much to bear, and I squirmed and clenched down around him.
“Are you okay?”
I bit my lip, holding back a sound while forcing myself to breathe.“Yes. Keep going.”Even the slight pain didn’t stop me from wanting more.
He curled his tongue, flicking it against me while he moved his fingers, stretching me more. He took his time, building me up until I felt like I couldn’t take it for another second. Like there was a coil inside of me about to snap, but he wouldn’t let it. Gasps parted my lips, and I clawed at his shoulders, wanting him to take me already.
“Get up here.”
“Relax. I’m warming you up,”he said mind to mind and never let up with his tongue.
“I feel pretty warm already,”I all but pleaded.
“I’m large, Trix. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me do this and get you off with my tongue. You’ll relax more after you come. Then you’ll be ready for me.”
I didn’t pretend to know exactly what he meant because I’d only heard the phrase, not experienced it. But I also couldn’t pretend to object to him not wanting to stop the insane pleasure I was feeling.
Pin pricks of light danced before my eyes, and a tension crept through my body. I knew I was building to a peak, and I needed it. But I didn’t know how to push myself there. I was entirelyreliant on his tongue and his fingers working magic inside me, pushing me higher. Testing my limits. I already felt like I was reaching them, and then a third finger pushed inside me, and at the stretch, I crashed over the edge into waves and waves of unbelievable pleasure.
He slowed his fingers and lifted his face to watch me in the light. His lips glistened from the slickness inside me. I shuddered occasionally, still feeling like his tongue was on me, but I was floating. Boneless.
And while I was soaring from that mind-blowing climax, feeling like I might never have the energy to do anything ever again, he crawled over me and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Now you’re ready for me.” He smirked, and I couldn’t muster the objection that I surely should have had.
I just needed to kiss him, and he obliged. The head of him slid through the wetness at my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation. I knew it would hurt. There had been plenty of talk among the maids of the court, although some said with a skilled lover, it was more pleasurable. And I knew somewhere inside that Faolan would know how to make it hurt less for me.
“You have to breathe,”he said, chuckling.
“I forgot!”
He teased through my folds, and I gasped, very sensitive still from my climax.
