Page 141 of Kiss the Fae

Abreast of the tower, I warn, “Careful now. Or you’ll fall.”

She twists her lips to my ear, puffing against the wing caps and echoing my words. “But I’ve already done that.”

Fables eternal. She dares entice me while in flight?

I charge to the promontory and land us where we started. At the edge of the world, we move as one, my hands whirling Lark to face me and her arms flinging around my neck. Our mouths breach the distance. Then at the last moment, we pause and expel sharp blasts of air, our lips suspended, hovering inches away from a soul-crushing kiss.

Trickster that it is, my length rises higher between us.

“Well, hello there,” Lark coos, thoroughly proud of herself. “Feels like you slept well.”

“Mutinous, mercenary, meddlesome human,” I pant. “Well enough to heave you off the grass and fuck you against the wind. You have only to ask. Or are you trying to ruin me?”

“Nah, but I’m still waiting for you to answer my question.”

So how long have you been watching me?

Forever. For a lifetime. For as long as she has allowed me to, and even longer.

“Hmm.” I lean into her ear and whisper, “True indeed. But if you wish for a thorough response, I suppose we’ll have to make a deal.”

Lark speaks against my lips, humor and affection softening her voice. “Hot damn. You just can’t resist.”

“Never,” I say with a vicious grin.

I resist nothing where she’s concerned. Though, I do have a bargain in mind. If she wants to know how often I’ve watched her, my price is simple. A moan for a moan. A heartbeat for a heartbeat. Her pleasure for my confessions, her rapture for my secrets.

Her kiss for my kiss. Her love for my love.

Indeed, I like to think it’s a fair trade.

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