Page 32 of Treasured By the Fae Royal
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Heated anticipation swirls through me,making me quiver in place as I stare up at Lucas. His golden skin gleams in the firelight. Gods, he’s so huge and muscular. His brawny thighs tense as he grips his cock again and gives it another firm stroke while holding my gaze. I struggle for air and glance at the bed, my face growing even warmer as I contemplate the order he just gave me. To lie on the bed and spread my legs wide. I flush anew as I consider how exposed I’ll be in such a position. But I suppose that’s the point.
The ache between my thighs won’t abate, and I can’t stop pressing my legs together in an attempt to quell the incessant pulses. Will Lucas’s touch help settle my urges? I can’t resist another glance at his massive cock, and I swallow hard as I imagine him attempting to shove that impressive length into my slick, aching core.
“Sweetling, I’m waiting.” He gives his appendage another leisurely stroke and nods at the bed. “Be sure to bend your knees slightly and spread very wide for me. I want a clear view of the sweetness I’m about to plunder.”
I turn and face the bed, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. Somehow, I find myself lying on my back a few moments later, though I don’t remember taking the final steps and climbing atop the mattress. It would seem my nervousness combined with my overwhelming desire for Lucas has scrambled my mind completely.
“Good little female.” Lucas’s eyes darken with lust as he approaches and crawls onto the bed.
But he doesn’t crawl on top of me, and I watch with bated breath and wide eyes as he shoves my legs further apart and stares directly at my exposed center. Oh Gods. I try to close my thighs, but he doesn’t allow the movement. He gives me a stern look and applies a light smack to my inner thigh.
“Be obedient and remain spread wide for me.”
He lowers his face to my pussy, and his warm breath caresses my slick folds. I tremble harder and can’t stop whimpering. My face burns when he proceeds to splay my center apart. An appreciative growl leaves him, and when he glances up to meet my gaze briefly, his eyes are a darker blue than I’ve ever seen.
“Beautiful. Is all this wetness for me, sweetling?”
I open my mouth to respond, but only a strangled moan issues forth. My face burns as he pokes and prods at my core. He draws my nether folds apart and dives in to run his tongue over my clit. I grasp the covers and my knees shake. Perspiration trickles down my temples and I can’t seem to hold still.
He circles my pulsating button as a steady growl vibrates from his throat. I gyrate my center against his mouth and release a keening moan. Pleasure builds and builds, a euphoria unlike anything I’ve known, but he hasn’t even brought me to a release yet. I’m hovering on the brink, however, only seconds away from succumbing to the blissful sensations he’s inflicting on me.
Just when I’m about to fall off the precipice, he draws back, removing his touch completely. I tighten my hold on the covers and peer down at him in shock.
Desperation clutches me and my hips undulate of their own accord.
His eyes glitter with passion as he stares at my center, and his lips gleam with my arousal, but he doesn’t wipe it away. Instead, he licks his lips and groans, his eyes momentarily going back in his head. Then he leans closer to my aching pussy and his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath.
All the feelings of exposure and shame that I felt upon initially spreading myself wide for him have long fled. He seems entranced by my slick folds, and he also seems to enjoy the taste of my arousal. I flush and can’t help but wonder whathetastes like. As he pumped his cock earlier, I’d noticed a drop of his male essence glistening on the tip.
He draws my nether lips apart and appears to study my core, his nostrils continually flaring as he takes more deep breaths.
“You’re so swollen and pink down here, sweetling. And you taste fucking delicious. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.” His gaze collides with mine and a wicked smile plays across his handsome face. “By the way, if you want an orgasm, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
He dives down again, but this time he circles my clit with a maddening featherlight touch. I try to set the pace by undulating into his mouth, but he grasps my legs and holds me still, holds me in place for the delicious torture he’s inflicting on me.
“You beast.” I whimper and attempt to kick my legs, but it’s no use. He’s simply too strong. It would seem he’s also determined to make me beg.
He gently, and far too slowly for my liking, coaxes me to the brink of another climax, only to withdraw his touch at the very last moment. I gasp and cry out and tear at the covers. Heat envelops me and I can’t form words even when I attempt to beg. I’m close, so close, and yet he keeps leaving me suspended in a state of urgent, unrequited longing.
“I won’t disagree with you,” he says in a deep, rumbling voice that vibrates across my exposed nether parts. “I am a beast. A beast who’s ravenous to feast on you until you surrender, until you beg me for a release.”
“You said you would be gentle!” I quiver on the bed and send him what I hope is a pleading look. Why can’t I beg? Why am I holding out? Is it pride that’s keeping me from asking him to give me an orgasm? I’m not sure, but for some reason, the idea of begging him to give me those final moments of pleasure I’m seeking leaves me feeling… vulnerable.
“I believe what I’m doing to you meets the definition of ‘gentle’ well enough,” he eventually says.
He flicks his tongue over my clit and nudges at my entrance with two thick fingers, though he doesn’t push inside. The pressure of his digits and the intermittent laps of his tongue bring tears to my eyes. I force in a few deep breaths in hopes that it will calm my mounting desperation.
Why does the idea of shattering against his mouth make me feel so vulnerable? He places the tip of his tongue directly on my clit and emits a soft growl, sending a slow wave of vibrations throughout my core. I cry out and jerk my center toward his mouth, but he tightens his grip on my thighs and keeps holding me in place for his continued torture.
Intimacy. The realization suddenly hits me. I’ve never shared this level of intimacy with anyone before, and that makes me feel vulnerable.
I remind myself that not only do I trust Lucas, but I care for him deeply, and there is no other person in the realm with whom I could fathom sharing the rest of my life. There’s a sudden softening inside me, and I feel myself surrender to him fully. Our eyes meet and something profound passes between us. It’s as though he knows I’ve just capitulated to him even though I haven’t said a word.
I gulp past the abrupt dryness in my throat as the throbbing in my core deepens. “Please,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry, sweetling, did you say something?” He glides a digit through my wetness and taps at my clit.
