He shakes his head. “Even if I live a Stone Fae’s full hundred solars, I doubt I will forget you. Already, after so short a time, I fear your stain may never lift. You have gotten under my granite, made meweak.”
He spits the last word out like a curse.
Then he expels a long breath. “Repent. Speak the apology owed for your defiance, and this night shall be leveled between us. I will grant you rest. Permit you to spend your final ticks of the suns in the completion of your garden. All I require are the words:I am sorry, Sire, for defying your will.’”
All I need to do is apologize. Apologize. And this will all be over.
I blink at him.
My mind so, so broken as it turns over his words.
Then, without warning, I pitch forward…
And kiss him like I’ve already died.
Conquered
Sallie Rose
I kiss him,and the shadow bands disappear in an instant, and suddenly—I’m falling.
Or I would have. But Veyrion catches me before I hit the ground.
Catches me. Squints at me.
Then kisses me back.
Everything happens so fast after that. One moment we’re devouring each other’s lips, the next his hands are covering the butt cheeks he decided to leave alone, and then…
…plunging me down on something softer than granite but just as unyielding.
A choked gasp escapes me at the sudden invasion, my lungs expelling all their air.
It should hurt. It would hurt.
If not for the orgasm that crashes over me at first contact, swallowing me whole.
And Veyrion?
He was so removed while administering my punishment without a shred of mercy. But I soon discover that was all an act. A mask he was wearing.
That immediately falls off when I begin coming all over his invasive stem.
The Stone Fae King climaxes right behind me, his huge body shuddering as he empties himself inside me with a near-burning torrent.
And still, he does not let go.
He hugs me to him and hisses into my ear, “You areconquered. You are claimed and conquered by your Eryx King.”
I don’t have enough pride left to answer. Only the aftershocks rippling through me, my body trembling around him. He’s still so hard inside me, like his length has taken root in a space far too small to let him live there.
Our combined release drips onto the stone floor in lewd plops, but neither of us moves.
We stay like that—me impaled on him, my legs locked around his thick waist, his arms crushing me to his chest like he’s afraid I might run again.
Together, we’re still as the statue he’ll become at sunsrise.
Well,I’mcompletely still.
