Page 111 of Of Curses and Courtship

I undo the laces on her stays and kiss her deeply, claiming her, pressing my tongue into her mouth. As I remove her wet clothing, I plant my lips on her neck and guide her to the bed.

“You’ll have me however you want me,” I whisper against her skin.

“Just like this.” She moans, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve heard, like a magic spell slipping past her glistening lips.

“If you want the real me, I’ll give it to you. You have already had it all along. From the moment you saw me, in that little village, you awakened curiosity I’ve never before felt.”

She falls onto the bed, laughing. “But you are such a curious man.”

“About the arcane, yes. About curses, cures, and secrets. Never about love.” I climb on top of her and kiss down her body, brushing my lips against her bare skin. “You make me curious about love, Ophelia. You’ve done the impossible.”

She’s perfectly spread out for me, her legs already open. I grab her thighs and push them wider before attacking her soaking cunt with my mouth.

“My wife will always come first, and she’ll come many, many times.”

Perhaps she means to respond, but the words don’t come from her. It’s pure, carnal pleasure that falls from her mouth. I wrap my lips around her clit, and she cries out, grinding against my face as I run my tongue along her folds. This is the nectar of the gods. Her arousal coats my face, and I don’t care about the mess. I can’t stop, pushing my fingers in two at a time.

She shakes beneath me before long. Her foot taps against my back, her head lolling back, but only I lick her harder, drawing out more of the desperate mewls I have fallen in love with.

“Emyr!” she cries. “I’m finished.”

“Are you?” I finally lift my head and curl my fingers inside her. “Are you sure?”

“I—”

“Tell me to stop.” I kiss her thigh. “Tell me to stop before I devour you whole, before all the magic in me bursts into you. Beg me and I won’t make you come again.”

The words never come. She doesn’t beg, however much I wish to hear the sweet sounds of desperation falling from her lips. Instead, she pulls me closer, her thighs wrapping around my head to keep me in place. This is where I wish to be for the rest of my eternity. With each curl of my fingers, each circle of my tongue, and every delicious moan from her delectable lips…

This is heaven. I’ve already broken the curse. I was never supposed to be afforded joy, but I’m full of it. Overflowing. I can sustain myself solely on her sweet taste.

The bed beneath us is soaked when I allow myself to come up for air. Unlike my magical form, I need air to survive. How pesky it is in moments like these, when I want to suffocate in my beloved queen.

I don’t bother wiping my lips before I kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moans and flickers hertongue against mine, as if trying desperately to taste herself. Her soft hands stroke my feathered wings, and I groan, nearly finishing on the spot.

Finally, I can no longer ignore the ache between my legs. I run my cock between her folds, drawing out sighs that sound half mangled.

“Will you let me fuck you?” I whisper, placing a hand on her neck. “Can I fill you? Can you come one more time for me, My Queen?”

“You must cease your teasing.”

“Or what shall you do?” I slow down, barely brushing my leaking tip against her spent cunt. “Can I expect a punishment?”

“I’m not sure you could handle one right now.”

Bold words, coming from her. It appears that her energy is as spent as her cunt, but she pushes at my shoulders as if she means to move me, and it’s not hard to convince me to go. I land on my back at her request and wrap my hand around my cock.

“I can take care of myself, you know.” I watch her from the corner of my eye. “If you don’t have the energy to continue.”

She sits up, glaring. Complete defiance is written across her expression. She grabs my hand, still shaking—poor thing—as she pins my hand over my head.

“You must not touch what is mine,” she murmurs. “You are already in such big trouble. Do you wish to receive two punishments?”

Seeing her attempt to dominate me, all while shaking and spent, only makes me harder.

“Do what you must.” I sigh and position my second wrist above my head, making it easier for her.

“You asked for it.” She slides onto me with one go. Asdefiant as she may be, the whine she lets out is anything but. She huffs, wiggling her hips to adjust to my size.