Page 77 of His Dark Delights

“Is the king begging?” My brow arched in an effort to maintain a reserved mask. I didn’t want him to know how aroused and desperate I was.

“I am, Lilliana. I’m on my knees in a fucking dungeon, begging to eat your sweet, drippy little pussy. Please, let me have this.”

You, he meant,let me have you.

My dress was thinner than paper and lighter than air. The king trembled from his place on his knees as I toyed with one of my pebbled nipples through the fabric—all for show, and all to tease him.

“Please.” The word ripped from his lips.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

He lunged at me, hooking my leg over his shoulder and out of his way. Then his mouth sealed to my slit and his tongue quickly targeted my clit. An unstoppable moan flew free as the king lapped at me. He sucked and licked my clit so rapidly that stars burst behind my eyes. My breaths became sharp and my noises breathy and shrill as he relentlessly tongue-fucked me.

One hand grasped the bar behind my head, the other reached down and tangled in Ren’s hair. He growled into my pussy when I tugged his head back. His fingers latched onto my hips, refusing to relent.

My pelvis tipped forward, riding his face, and the swelling in my belly reached a crescendo. I came hard, gushing on his mouth. And he licked every drop from my pussy and his chin.

The instant my shaking subsided, I removed my leg from his shoulder. I used my position above him to kick him back. He fell flat in the dirt, peering up at me with a primal stare.

I tossed the flimsy dress off my head. The pale material fluttered to the dirt in a forgotten heap. Ren’s hands dropped to his trousers, and I swatted them away. I tugged his laces open, and my pulse kicked up as his cock bounced free.

I didn’t give either of us a moment to catch our breath or reorient to the world. Instead, I straddled his hips, grabbed his hot, thick erection, and guided it to my slippery entrance. And my head dropped back as his girth stretched me open, filling a need I’d struggled with for weeks.

Having Soren inside me again was better thananything the fae wine could make me feel. It was hot, sweet, delicious, and utterly wanton.

He tugged his shirt over his head and kicked his trousers off, remaining within me the entire time. His hands dropped to my hips, grabbing handfuls of my ass and roaming up my sides like he was mapping my body in his mind once again. This was my new self, and he desired to become acquainted with it.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your smell, your taste, the color of your eyes. I’ve missed your smile and the sound of your laughter. I’ve missed how you put me in my place and called me out on being an ass.” Ren wrapped his arms around my ribs and pulled me to his chest. “I’ve just missed you. I love... I love… I love you.”

“Oh, Ren,” I whimpered. I sealed my mouth to his, first kissing his top, then bottom lip. My tongue swept out and slid into his mouth, greeting his tongue. I tasted myself, the nectar of my climax on him, and I relished in it.

I curled my arms around his neck, holding him close as I rolled my body against his. He pumped his hips, thrusting up into me. I rode him slowly at first, taking my time to luxuriate in the feel of our joining after our time apart.

The slow, steady passion of lovemaking didn’t last long. There was a hunger in both of us, a salacious craving matched like twin flames. Together we burned, rocking faster and harder, moans growing louder.

“Lilly… Lilly, you feel too good. Gods, you feel so good. I can’t hold back another moment.”

“Then come, Ren. Come inside me and fill me up. I want your cum and I want your love. I need you, and I need you to come in me right now,” I begged, mewlinglike a desperate kitten.

“Oh, fuck,” Ren ground out. His muscles tensed, and he nearly went cross-eyed beneath me as his load painted my inner walls.

My bliss reached a fever pitch at the same time. White-hot ecstasy cascaded through my limbs, mingling in my belly. My orgasm tore through me, and my body quaked.

“I’ve missed you coming on my cock, too. Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he sighed.

Shivering in the afterglow of my release, I collapsed on his chest. Half breathless, and dazed, I admitted, “I love you, you bastard fool.”

Ren spread his palm over the back of my head, holding me tighter. He nuzzled his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Gods, as long as I’m your bastard fool, I’ll take it.”

I tapped my finger on his chest, delighted by the dark hair there and under my cheek. I hummed, “But you are also a king, and now I am a princess. We are on opposite sides of a war.”

Ren grunted. “I’ll end the war on my end. But your… yourmotherhas me in her dungeon.”

My chest squeezed at the insane idea rolling around in my head. Perhaps it was formed half on hopes and dreams and half on the high of sex. Our people needed an alliance, a bridge between worlds like me. I shifted onto my elbow, smiling sheepishly down at him.

Gods, his eyes were so blue. Like the sky after a storm…

“Would you still have me as your Queen of Flowers?” My voice quivered.

“Of course. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take youany which way,” he vowed.

“We need an accord between our families—an unbreakable bond.”

Soren’s brows quirked with intrigue. “So, what do you propose we do?”

“That’s just it, Ren.”

“What’s it?”

I blinked, releasing a slow breath before saying, “Propose.”