“Did you want to take a nap or…?” Snuggling closer, I pull his large chest to mine. The fluff of his feathers tickling my skin, I relax into my own monster-sized teddy bear.
“Or?”
My fingers trail up and down the length of his strong thighs, and I feel him begin to shift under me. I tease the tip of his cock. The feeling of him growing impossibly large under my touch nevergets old.
I swallow at the sight of him, bulging with need. His body relaxes into the pillows, wanting and waiting to see what I’lldo next.
My stomach flip-flops as I remember the hungry eyes of the other partygoers as they looked at him.
This man is desired beyond belief, and he’s herewith me.
Shimmying down, I place a kiss on his hipbone, savoring the deep moan that pours from his lips—it’s the exact moment I need to catch him by surprise. Wrapping my mouth around his large cock, I dive as far down as I can go. God,the sounds he makes are all I need to keep going, try harder, and go deeper than I ever have.
I want to press my nose to the bottom of his abdomen and hear the moans he’ll make then. My wings move behind me as I get lost in the frenzy of him.
Pushing myself deep, I gag, sputtering backward. He tugs gently at my hair. Our eyes meet, and his gaze is soft and tender.
“Slowly, my flame,” he says, sucking in a breath that sounds like he’s close to unraveling. “I am not going anywhere.”
I nod, relaxing. “Sorry, I—”
“No,” he moans, pulling me up by the waist until our lips meet. He kisses me firmly, holding his arm tight around my back. “I enjoy watching you get carried away.”
“Well, then.” I kiss him back, deepening it until we’re in a full on make out sesh. My hands in his hair, his tongue in my mouth—god, he’s just soperfect.
The people in the kingdom aren’t going to give him up without a fight. But it’s not fighting I want. When we’re together, there’s noone else.
At least, that’s how it was back home.
Shaking off the anxiety, I take a deep breath, bringing myself back to this moment. I shimmy back down back down his body, and he tugs at my hair. I want all of him.
“Slowly,” he reminds me. It sounds more like an order—and damn, it leaves tingles down my spine. I do as he directs, moving at an agonizingly slow pace, opening up to him inch by inch until I’m filled all the way to the back of my throat. I slowly—and carefully—bob my head andlose myself in the moment.
“You are taking me so deep, my flame.” He groans, grabbing a fistful of hair. I moan and it spurs him to tug just a little harder.
He knows me so well, and it’s just what I need. I use my mouth, my hands, and flick my tongue until he’s writhing too hard to say a word. Clawing my fingers into his hips, I plunge as deep as I can, my own want building. He cumshard,dripping down the side ofmy mouth.
I swallow before smiling up at his dazed face. Clumsily, he pulls me back on top of him.
“You are a goddess,” he moans, placing a messy kiss onmy cheek.
“And you’re very fun to play with.” I kiss him back, cozying into his side. Moth turns to me with a wolfish grin, his fingers lowering from my chest tomy hips.
“Now, I believe it’smy turn.”
7.
Spoiler alert: we did not make it to family dinner. After a few earth-shattering orgasms, I passed the heck out, and Moth requested to have dinner sent up to us, just like room service at a fancy hotel.
But then, when I woke in the middle of the night, he was just … gone. And not like, “woke up to use the bathroom or get a snack” gone. I mean, “totally out of the room from around 2 a.m. ’til sunrise.” It’s odd. I mean, he’s always been a night owl—er—moth. At home, he’s sitting up in bed next to me, either reading or scribbling in a notebook. It’s easy to fall asleep with his body next to mine. Not that being alone at night bothers me or anything. I definitely didn’t lay awake until he crept back intothe room.
Sprout plopping around the room like a sentient rug absolutely didn’t make me jolt up multiple times.
We barely spent the morning together before he left again. Now, Moth and his possibly murderous sister are off having their adventure. But it’s fine. I am determined to soak in some relaxing vibes afteryesterday.
The breakfast tray arrives with a bunch of star-shaped grapes, flaky pastries, and a cup of strong-smelling breakfast tea with milk and sugar cubes on the side. Sprout happily steals a whole croissant and trots into a sunny spot by the window to enjoy his contraband. While I let the blankets fall away from my body and plop a few sugar cubes into my tea, I notice the pastries look …amazing.
If Moth were here, he’d probably tell me a bite—even just a little tiny one—isn’t worth the risk. I haven’t knowingly consumed gluten in years; for all I know, I’m not even sensitive anymore, right? I raise the flaky pastry to my lips before setting it back down on the plate.
