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Both our chests heaved to opposite beats as the blood and sweat from his chest painted my front. A clang echoed through the empty throne room as I dropped my weapon and pressed my mouth hard against his.
I had tried so hard to fight it, but I could try no longer. The last drop of self-preserving willpower left through my mouth as I opened it to allow Mendax’s tongue in.
My moan was muffled as Mendax consumed me. Electricity sparkled through me while my hands fumbled, pulling him closer.
His hands matched mine in our frenzied battle for control, hungrily wrapping his fingers around my neck and pulling me tighter against him. Nothing could have separated us as we kissed each other in a way only our souls could understand. Flesh and bones tangled as we each fought to touch more.
A new battle had begun.
His tongue teased mine, forcing entry while he grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of my neck. The sting only added gasoline to my fire, and I bit his lower lip savagely.
Never had I been so turned on. I couldn’t think—only feel.
Roughly, I shoved him against the hard back of the throne, tugging his neck down, closer to me. Even the warm, muscled softness of his neck was sexy. My other hand plundered the hard ridges of his chest, devouring the way his warm, dirty skin felt against my fingers.
Spinning us and taking back control, he slammed my back against the cold gold throne with a force that should have frightened me.
I moaned, and I swear I felt it come out of my pores. I was anything but frightened.
Mendax let out a snakelike hiss when I raked my fingernails down his chest, leaving marks beaded with blood. He pressed his body harder against mine, trapping me between him and the large throne. I could feel how hard he was. The tip of his substantial length threatened to peek out of his waistband. My own sex clenched in response to seeing the teasing outline.
Strong hands found my waist and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around him as he bent down. The domineering fae set my head on the back of the throne, while my butt rested on the front edge, never once removing his lips from mine until my back was fully on the seat. Only then did he pull back slightly, still holding each of my thighs around him.
“I will not be gentle, so do not expect it,” he stated, hovering just above my mouth.
Then he kissed me so deeply, my lower stomach clenched and quivered while my hands tangled in his black hair.
His grip on my thighs dropped, but I stayed in place, hooking my legs around him. He stood to his full height and traced over me with wild eyes.
Every part of my body wanted to sprout more limbs to pull him closer to me.
His large, rough hands moved to grip each side of my night shorts. Instead of trying to pull them down, a sharp tear cut into the silence as he trailed his palms down my legs, the remaining fabric falling off me and leaving me completely vulnerable and at his mercy on the throne.
He leaned over once more to push the pad of his thumb into my mouth. His pupils were almost completely blown. I locked hungry eyes with him and swirled my tongue around his thumb, tasting the smoky saltiness of his skin as I bit down eagerly.
The intense look that had been plastered to his face cracked, and a small grin pulled one side of his mouth up, causing that dangerous dimple to show when his eyes ravaged my exposed body. My hands tightened on his forearms as I took in his muscled chest and stomach, still filthy with his Unseelie blood and sweat.
His hand not in my mouth moved to press between my legs. A low, gravelly moan rumbled as he pushed his body against mine. More of his fingers found my wetness, and I thrust forward impatiently.
Watching him as he towered over me was too much to take.
“This cunt is dripping wet, Caly. Am I supposed to believe you don’t need me after feeling this? You’re a liar.” He said it with cocky grin as he pressed two fingers inside of me and dragged the other hand down my outer thigh, leaving scratches in his wake. “Myfilthy, fuckingliar.”
I could see in his wild eyes that he was struggling to control himself.
A shiver wracked my body as the hand not inside me reached up and pinched one of my hardened nipples. I gasped, but it somehow turned into a moan. I needed to touch him so badly,but it was impossible. At this angle, he stood with full access to me, but I was only able to reach him when he bent down to me.
Long fingers slowed their thrusts to an agonizingly slow tempo. He continued to circle and massage my clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure that I thought I might combust if he didn’t move faster.
I strained to pull myself up with quivering stomach muscles but was quickly stopped with a large hand on my throat.
“Fuck! Then do it already,” I growled at him.
Darkness flared in his eyes, and his hands dropped away from me completely. He took a few steps back and dropped my legs with a broody expression.
Furious, I stood from the throne. What the fuck had happened? And what was I even doing? Frustrated and slightly embarrassed, I shoved his unmoving chest and got in his face.
“What’s the matter?” I bit out. My eyes watered from anger. “I’m not an innocent, pushover human anymore, so you don’t want it? Is that it? Or you only want it when they’re scared of you? Afraid of someone dishing it back?”
