“You’re dishonest,” I say.

With a chuckle, he picks me up and guides my thighs round his waist. I curl round him like a vine and rake my fingers alongside his cranium, simply the best way he likes.

“Now, for those who carry on like this, I’d overlook to be discreet.” He deposits me on the librarian’s desk and snaps off the rubber band holding my hair up.

Mortal love wanes, however Fae love cuts to the bone.

Damian may need misplaced the wager he made with my father, however ultimately, he owns my soul. Flesh, blood, and bones—as they are saying right here in Faerie. I battle to breathe when he’s not round, the magic inside me craving for its king, and if it’s a bit an excessive amount of, I take solace within the data that our love saved the whole kingdom from Morrigan.

I don’t really feel responsible for the depths of my obsession for him. I’m a mere mortal in love with essentially the most stunning and cussed royal Fae in existence. I’m allowed to lose my head. He pulls his shirt over his head, the fantastic thing about him laid naked for my pleasure.

Recent scratches from his newest hunt enhance his ribs, and the sight fills me with fireplace.

“Are you prepared for me, pet?” he asks, his thumb sliding over the roundness of my breast.

The clicking of his belt hitting the bottom stokes the flames in my stomach, and I let loose a ragged whine, his impatience greater than contagious. “Sure.”

He enters me, and my coronary heart beats in my throat, the tight match made tighter by the stress in my stomach, my legs hooked round him.

A groan escapes him as he begins to maneuver, and I shift my ass on the desk, looking for the sweetest angle. Probably the most scrumptious strain. The naughtiest friction. Earlier than lengthy, I’m breathless and livid, the hollowness in my chest about to burst on the strain of his sluggish, managed thrusts.

“More durable,” I cry out, able to punish him for teasing me so.

His darkish chuckle goes on to that secret place inside me, pushing me nearer to the brink. He checks my persistence some extra till I chunk his shoulder.

The scorched and darkish style of him fills my senses, and he attracts again, clearly shocked. “Enjoying tough, my kitten?”

I defy him with an extended, baring stare. “Me—ow.”

Amusing rumbles by us each, and I groan as he lastly, lastly offers me what I would like. He grips the roots of my hair and tugs, the strain of his cock threatening to erase what’s left of my rational mind.

The extra we’ve intercourse, the extra I burn for him, changing into extra demanding and possessive every time we do that.

An open-mouthed kiss on my temple sends me over the sting, and I come aside in his arms. The ecstasy erases the entire phrase and leaves me in items.

The candy ache of want offers technique to a robust, drugging sense of peace as he empties himself inside me, and we catch our breath collectively. My darkish king shudders in my arms with nothing however phrases of affection and worship on his breath, and it’s ethereal to see him like this.

So undoubtedly mine.

He lays over me like a naughty, muscular blanket and runs a hand down my throat. “The Spring Court docket is anticipating me in lower than an hour… If I might, I’d spend all day inside you, kitten…”

“Ugh. I hate Morheim.” I push his shoulder to maneuver him off me and bend right down to seize my discarded garments, however Damian clasps my hand.

“Wait.”

The gentle tremble of his voice offers me pause.

“Subsequent yr, you’ll include me. As my queen.” The Shadow King bends to at least one knee in entrance of me, his eyes filled with devotion and hope…

A fierce blush colours my cheeks. “Eek. We’re bare.”

“You saved me, kitten. You made mirrors of your eyes, and inside them I noticed somebody I didn’t detest. You’re robust and sort and fearless, and I really like you. Without end.” He clicks open a velvet case, the onyx and gold ring inside it burning like a flame within the darkness. “Marry me.”

I carry a hand to my mouth to cowl a hiccup. “Subsequent yr?”

Damian shakes his head like I’ve misplaced my thoughts. “I simply meant that we’d by no means spend Morheim aside once more. However I can’t wait that lengthy. Are you able to?”

“No!”

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