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While my mindis mostly on Nyssa’s desire to “taste” me, I’m a little put off that she had obviously shared something very personal with Will.
He knew about her brother.
Yes, I stepped away to give her privacy to say goodbye to her friend when it was time for him to leave.
Yes, I shamelessly eavesdropped because I’m the king and I do whatever the fuck I want.
I know about Nyssa’s brother, of course, because I have her collection of life events from the crystal. I knew they were separated when he was a baby and she was only twelve, but the crystal didn’t reveal many memories involving him. There was the initial separation after their mother died, and then they went into separate foster homes.
A few instances of her asking the social worker when they’d be together again, only to be handed vague answers.
Then learning about her brother being adopted.
By then, she was in a bad situation of her own, and the fact he was adopted and she was alone changed her. She cried when she learned that, but she never cried again after, even though she had good reason to.
“Does it hurt your wings to lie on your back?” Nyssa asks, and I jolt slightly. I’d been lost in my thoughts about her past.
“What?”
“Roll onto your back,” she commands, and it’s cute that she thinks a king would do her bidding.
And yet, I roll, folding my wings in tight.
Nyssa straddles my hips and places her small hands on my chest. She looks so serious. “Thank you again for releasing, Will.”
“We had a deal,” I remind her.
“I know,” she replies with a faint smile. “Which is why what I’m about to do has nothing at all to do with Will and everything to do with me.”
I watch mesmerized as she works the laces of my leather vest. I could make it disappear with magic, but I like watching her concentrate, and I really like the tiny caresses where her fingertips touch my skin.
She peels the vest apart, exposing my entire chest, and sits back with her hands on her thighs. Nyssa lets out a huff of breath as her eyes roam my entire torso. “You’re really beautiful.”
I almost snort because it’s a weak word to describe me, but I can’t deny that her enjoyment of my physical appearance turns me on.
Her hands glide over my chest, pressing into my muscles, and her fingertips circle my nipples. My body tightens from the tingles of pleasure she leaves behind, and I’m shocked so light and innocent a touch even registers.
Nyssa scoots down to my thighs so she can access the laces of my leather pants, and my cock starts to thicken. I try to force it to behave because I want to see exactly what she will do to me in my natural state.
It’s a bit beyond my fae superstrength, though, when she bites her lower lip with every lace that comes free and she reveals a little more of me.
“Lift your hips,” she says, scooting back a bit more.
My pants are molded to my body, so if I want her to free me, I have to help. I do as she asks, and she pulls and tugs, working the material down over my hips.
When my cock is freed, it’s already half hard, and apparently Nyssa has found a true weakness within me. My body wants her with very little effort on her part.
I see no triumph on her face as she stares at it for what seems like forever. Only hunger, and fuck if that doesn’t make it thicken more.
She takes me in her hand, and I let out a long breath. Palming me gently, she glides her other fingers over the top, ever so soft. She doesn’t squeeze or stroke, but only offers butterfly touches that drive me fucking crazy. Nyssa watches in awe as my dick submits to her gentleness and becomes fully erect.
Throbbing, actually, and I grit my teeth. If she doesn’t do something soon, going to have to throw her on her back and—
Nyssa squeezes, and my hips buck at the sensation. She starts to stroke, and I go dizzy.
I’ve been jacked before and had more mouths on my dick than I can recollect, but I don’t ever recall anything feeling more pleasurable than her small hand working me.
It’s when she leans forward and her breath blows across my skin that I’m somewhat afraid of what I might feel. When her tongue touches me for the softest little taste, my hands curl into fists so tightly, I feel my bones splinter from the force and they burn as they regenerate and heal.
