Page 73 of Fae Games

I placed a kiss on his jaw. “What if I had needs?”

His breath quickened. “In that case, I will endeavor to satisfy them.”

The words made my nipples tingle. No one had ever talked about satisfying me. It was either mutual or one-sided, but I was lucky. According to Mrs. Yates’ magazines, I was one of the few humans who didn’t need much to climax.

Prince Bradwell cupped my cheek. “You’ll let me know how to please you?”

“Have you done much with a girl?” I placed a palm over his frantic heart.

“A few chaste kisses. The young ladies in the royal courts aren’t disposed to any kind of sexual activity outside their heats.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and joined our lips in a peck. “Leave it with me, and I’ll show you the way.”

Prince Bradwell scooped me into his arms and carried me through the echoing hallway into a domed room with polished stone walls. A pathway of pink petals led to the middle, the location of a bed carved out of the same stone with four posts stretching toward a vast ceiling of transparent crystals that hung down like chandeliers. Instead of a mattress, there was a white platform that looked like compressed clouds.

A gasp whistled through my lips. The chamber was bare, as he had implied, but that made it even more magnificent.

Prince Bradwell walked across the room and laid me down on a bed whose scent reminded me of April showers in Doolish Park when raindrops fell on the blossoms and filled the air with their sweet scent.

He gazed down at me, his eyes shining with desire. “I’ve never met a being with inner beauty like yours, and I can’t wait to give you a night of pleasure.”

Chapter 19

Prince Bradwell peeled off his jacket, revealing a broad, well-muscled chest and abs tighter than the Lumberjacks of Switzerland. Shirtless, and with his cerise hair tumbling down his broad shoulders, the male looked like he had stepped out of a painting.

I sank into the mattress, the pulse between my legs hammering a rapid beat. My mouth watered, and it took every shred of self-control to stop myself from panting. “Can I help you with those clothes?”

“Let me take care of everything,” he said in a deep voice that curled around my nipples.

Desire pulsed through my core, hot and heavy and hungry. I squeezed my thighs together, lay back, and dropped my gaze to the long, thick erection bulging from Prince Bradwell’s tight breeches.

Each button he slid loose gave me a better glimpse of what he hid beneath the fabric. I’d already seen his dick before and had pumped it until it spurted jets of cum, but that had been in a dingy hovel with poor lighting. Here, with the lanternflies filtering light through the ceiling crystals, I got to enjoy the sight of that huge, veiny organ in its full glory.

“Can I touch it again?” I asked.

After stepping out of his breeches, Prince Bradwell climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. His amber eyes blazed yellow with the heat of his passion. “Only if you allow me to touch you.”

Shifting around to lie face-to-face, I gave him an eager nod. “Wish granted.”

“I want to take my time unwrapping and appreciating your beauty.” He placed a light kiss on the tip of my nose and ran a finger along the neckline of my gossamer dress, trailing a line of molten need.

“Yes.” I ran my fingers down his hard bicep and over a muscled forearm.

The first kiss he gave me was featherlight. The press of lips conveyed respect and restraint, just as he had displayed earlier in the day when we had returned from the seeing hag.

“Is that alright?” he asked.

“More, please,” I said with a smile.

He leaned forward and placed his lips on mine again, this time sliding and caressing mine, sending tiny sparks of pleasure traveling down my neck to my tightening nipples.

I parted my lips, and he slid his tongue in my mouth, curling and twisting and working me into a frenzy of clamping core muscles. Wetness flooded my folds, and every instinct in my body screamed at me to ride that huge erection. Moaning out my need, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard dick.

“So intoxicating. So alluring. So needy!” Prince Bradwell placed his lips on the juncture of my neck and shoulder and lavished that sensitive area of flesh with open-mouthed kisses.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I lost myself in a haze of pleasure, both from having my neck sucked and from working that big cock. This was rare for me as I still hadn’t taken off a scrap of clothing.

“I’ve been a fool,” he murmured into my neck.