Her folds are parted, and I slide two fingers in her slick heat. A groan leaves my lips and my eyes close as I explore her small, hard clit, her pulsing opening. My cock throbs and twitches in my soft britches. I’m going to come from touching her, without even touching myself. It’s never happened before, but I just know it’s going to happen today.
I’ve never yearned for a woman like this. I’m having many firsts with her. Now I circle her clit with my fingers while sucking on her nipple, and she gasps and lifts her hips, encouraging me.
“You like this, pretty girl?” I breathe against her sweetness. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
She gives me a wild look. I promised to take care of her, didn’t I? Show her pleasure. It fills me with pride and warmth, knowing I am her first. I’ll show her what it can be like.
With me. Nobody else. No other man.
Fuck.
I push a finger into her—so hot, so tight—and her opening flutters around it. I lift my head, needing to see, see my finger slipping into her. The sight almost ends me.
“Please,” she whispers, just like she had in the woods when I spanked her, her hips restless, rising and falling, her hands curling in the folds of the dress underneath her. She’s watching me from under her dark lashes. “Please, Valen.”
“Please, what?” I growl. “Say it.”
“Help.”
My lips peel back. My ears shift, my canines lengthen.Godsdammit. “I’m going to make you come,” I say, my voice unrecognizable, deep and barely human. “Make you come so hard it will hurt. Do you want that, Princess? Do you want me to do that? Trust me to work you until you’re aching for it. For me. And then…”
“I’m already aching,” she says, a sob in her voice. “Aching for you.”
“Damn…” I add a second finger, pushing it into her, and she gasps something unintelligible, her head rolling from side to side.
I need to free my dick and jack off, but my hands are busy, and my mouth is about to get busier. Grinning against her breasts, I start trailing kisses down her belly, and lower until my face is between her legs.
My blood craves her. My bones sing for her. My cock weeps for her.
My thoughts are wrapped around her like ropes.
All of me wants her. All of me needs her.
And her pussy is so beautiful, spread open, rosy and flushed, dripping wet. I keep moving my fingers in and out, opening her up, but I can’t resist anymore. I sweep my tongue over her clit, and she cries out, bucking against my mouth.
Grabbing her hip with my other hand, I suck on her clit. I suck greedily, swirling around the little nub with my tongue, licking her and letting the silver stud stroke her.
She’s babbling incoherently now, and here and there I catch my name, which makes me heady. Headier than I am on her taste, and smell, and skin, and need.
I lash her clit with my tongue, then put my lips around it again, and she comes.
On my fingers, on my tongue, on my mouth.
And I come in my pants, inevitably, helpless when it comes to her.
Fucked. I’m so fucked. So gone for her, and having her here is a rope out of the well where I’ve fallen. It won’t save me, though. Not unless I can have her in my life, bite her neck and mark her, have her do the same to me. This is an obsession. A necessity. Life.
Her wedding is coming up fast, and it may mean nothing to the fae, this human ceremony, but it does to her and… and by then I’ll be long gone.
This is my last chance to convince her to choose me.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
ROSAMUND
Pleasure shoots through me, tearing me apart. I’ve never felt anything like it. He was right, I think dazedly as my body trembles and my belly clenches again and again. His fingers are a tight fit inside my pussy, his mouth is fastened between my legs, and the pressure he built up inside me had hurt before he gave it release.
A release that tore through me like fire, undoing me and remaking me at once.
