Page 74 of Fae Games

“What?” I replied.

He ran his tongue along my collarbone and kissed a trail down my cleavage. “For taking so long to realize the gift fate bestowed upon my brothers and me.”

Zings of pleasure raced down my belly, making me gasp. I arched into his touch, wanting and needing more. My fingers tightened around his erection, and I rubbed my thumb over his huge cock-head.

Prince Bradwell moaned. “Unity, stop, or I will spend myself too soon.”

I relaxed my grip. “Is that better?”

He flipped me onto my back and stared into my soul with eyes that burned like fire. “Let me see you.”

“You’ll have to pull off my dress, then.” I arched my back.

“With pleasure.” Prince Bradwell lowered his head to my chest and placed a line of kisses along the tops of my breasts, each sending tiny explosions of pleasure that made me gasp.

He slid a hand under my dress, over my spread legs with a slowness that made my insides shudder for more. Squeezing my eyes shut, I bit down hard on my lip and panted through my nostrils. If this was what it felt like to be slow and sensual, I never wanted it to end.

His fingertips caressed my thighs, edging closer and closer to my melting core but never touching. The skirt of my gossamer dress lay bunched around the tops of my hips, and but no matter how much I bucked, he didn’t hurry.

“I’ve never seen such a passionate female,” he said with awe in his voice.

“Bradwell,” I murmured into his ear. “Please, don’t keep me waiting.”

Prince Bradwell’s chest heaved, and he shuddered slow breaths between his lips as though trying to stave off his excitement. “Hearing you talk like that is so exciting, but I will give you what you need.”

“Oh, yes!” I raised my hips off the bed, allowing him to pull the dress up to my waist.

When I sat upright, he lifted the fabric over my head and set it to one side. Prince Bradwell sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes raking my naked form. The wings spread out beneath me on the mattress glowed and twitched as though beckoning him close.

“You’re like a siren.” He stroked the backs of his fingers over the swell of my breast, over my ribcage, and down to my belly. “Only on land, and this beautiful body is your siren song.”

My lips curled into a smile. “So, I’m dangerous, then?”

“Alluring.” Prince Bradwell lowered his head to my breast and engulfed my nipple with his hot mouth.

The intensity of the pleasure shocked me into screaming. I grabbed his muscular shoulder and shuddered.

“Do I please you?” he murmured around my nipple.

“Keep doing that,” I said.

With a sharp nod, Prince Bradwell licked and flicked and circled my nipple with his pliant, wet tongue, turning his attention from one breast to the other. One of his hands stroked my belly, occasionally skimming the tops of my pubes.

I wrapped my hand around that wrist and pushed it down between my legs, so his fingers grazed my sopping slit.

He stiffened. “You’re so wet.”

“For you.” I tilted my hips, letting my clit rub against his finger. A burst of pleasure flared from that sensitive ball of nerves and shot through my torso in a noisy gasp.

He traced a gentle circle over my clit. “You like that?”

Shudders of pleasure ran up and down my spine. “I love it.”

Chuckling, Prince Bradwell continued rubbing. “What would it feel like if my tongue replaced my finger?”

The thought of another fae prince lapping between my spread legs made me moan. Prince Bradwell left my nipples and kissed a line down my belly until he reached my core. He knelt between my spread legs and placed his large hands on my knees, opening them wide.

“Isn’t that pretty?” he said.