Page 53 of Ruthless Fae King


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Erol broke the kiss to move his head to my neck.

“You can’t leave me hanging again,” I gasped as he kissed and nibbled the skin of my neck.

“What?” he asked.

“I know I haven’t been with anyone, but I want to be with you. Don’t stop again.”

Erol looked at me, his eyes nearly black with need. “It wasn’t because of you I stopped before. It was because of me. My darkness—”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Hunger crossed his features, and his eyes were filled with lust.

He curled his lips away from his teeth, but I grabbed him and kissed him again. He breathed hard through his nose as our tongues intertwined, swirling around each other.

His hand slid to my breast, and he roughly kneaded me. I cried out as he touched me, my nipples erect, pushing against my bra.

Erol pushed his hand under my shirt, and his fingers found the cup of my bra. He flipped it down and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned when he rolled it between his fingers, tugging just heard enough to make me cry out in pleasure.

He pushed me against the wall, his hips holding me in place, and shoved my shirt up. I helped him, pulling it over my head, and dropped it on the floor. Erol’s hands slid around my back, and I arched into him, allowing him space to undo the bra. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

When he looked at my breasts, he growled again.

“You’re incredible,” he said, staring at me.

I blushed, but Erol didn’t waste any time. He dipped his head, hands on my ribs to lift me a little more, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I gasped and moaned as he sucked on one and then the other.

My body was on fire, and need pooled between my legs, soaking into my panties.

Erol carefully lowered me to the floor and planted me on wobbly legs. He kneeled before me and kissed a line of fire down my stomach, both hands on my ribs. I felt small in his grasp.

He reached the waistband of my pants and snarled before he ripped the button off, not bothering to undo it. He yanked my pants down, and I gasped. I lifted my legs one by one as he pulled off my pants, and I was naked.

He glanced up at me before he lifted me again, and I put both my legs on his shoulders. They were powerful and broad, and he pinned me against the wall again. He dropped a kiss onto my clit, and my breath caught in my throat.

Erol glanced up at me with a lustful grin, and his fingers found my entrance. I cried out when he pushed two fingers into me, closing his mouth over my center at the same time. I trembled and shivered against him as he sucked on my clit and pumped his fingers into me.

An orgasm built inside of me, the sexual release I craved creeping closer and closer. I ran my hands through Erol’s short hair, and he groaned against me. His deep voice reverberated through my body, and his onslaughts were incredible.

I whimpered, my moans becoming louder and louder as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

When I came undone, I cried out, and intense pleasure washed through my body. I gripped Erol’s head, pulling him against my center, and the orgasm rolled through me like waves. I tipped my head back against the wood behind me and opened my mouth in a silent scream of pure bliss.

My body clamped down on Erol’s fingers, and he stilled inside of me as I bucked my hips, riding his hand and his face while the orgasm pulsed through me.

When I finally began coming down from my sexual high, Erol helped me to the ground. I put jelly legs down one after the other and struggled to keep my balance. I leaned against the wall, panting.

Erol stood and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth, the kiss sensual and slow.

He wrapped his arm around me and spun me around, leading me toward the bed. We collapsed onto the mattress, his thick fur blanket soft underneath me.

Erol reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt he wore over his head. I stared at his body—he was shaped like a god, his muscles bulging, chiseled and defined, and his sheer size astounding.

He undid his pants and kicked them off, too. His biceps bulged, and his chest flexed, and when he was naked, his cock stood upright, eager to have me. His size was impressive, and I looked into Erol’s eyes.

He crawled on the mattress, the bed groaning under his weight.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised.

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