Page 34 of Fae's Mate
Sliding my fingers lower, I find her center, and tease her entrance with the soft pad of my middle finger.
“Please,” she begs, and I am happy to oblige.
The raspy cry she makes when I dip my finger slowly into her has my cock leaking. She is so perfect. She presses her thigh against me once more and I can’t help but grind my hips against her, desperate for the friction.
I kiss along her neck again, panting my need against her hot skin. As I pump my finger in and out of her, she writhes against me, already chasing her release.
I add another finger, curling them each time I enter, pressing gently against that soft upper wall inside her. She whimpers, and I know I am pleasing her. I would please her every day, all day, if she asked it of me. Duties forsaken, I would dedicate myself solely to her if that were her wish. I would drown in her and be glad for it.
Muscles tighten around my fingers, and she clings to my shoulders, her body tensing. I feel myself tighten too, as I shudder against her.
“Oh Seki,” I groan against the curve of her neck.
My fingers are coated with a fresh wave of wetness, and she cries her release into my shoulder, her core pulsing around my fingers. I keep moving, slow and rhythmically, in time with my rocking hips, to draw every ripple of pleasure from her.
The throbbing ebbs, and she stills. Although I can still feel her heart racing against mine. When I withdraw my fingers, she gives a small whimper of protest and I can’t help but grin ear to ear, knowing I have satisfied her.
I pull back slightly, just enough so I can kiss her again, gentle and tender. She releases a soft hum against my lips, and it is the best sound I have ever heard.
“That was…” she breathes.
“Hmm,” is my only response as I brush my lips against hers.
When I take a step back, detaching myself from her, and her arms fall back to her sides, the frigid evening air rushes between us. I stifle a wince as it cools the damp patch at the front of my trousers. Already I feel bereft of her warmth. As I withdraw a handkerchief from my pocket to clean my fingers, I can’t take my eyes off her.
Her dark, hooded eyes flutter open, and her glazed gaze lands on me. The soft, satisfied smile she gives me makes my heart sing.
Then her expression shifts. Something like guilt darkens it and she glances away. Eyes focused on the dewy grass at her feet, she frowns.
“Seki?”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” I ask, unable to conceal the concern in my voice.
“I.. I don’t want to give you false hope.”
She looks up to meet my eyes. “I haven’t made a decision,” she confesses.
“I know,” I reassure her, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and stroking her cheek with the back of my fingers.
I smile, despite the cracks in my chest. The closer I get to her, the harder I know it will be to say goodbye to her if she chooses to leave. Just the thought of it is agony.
“Allow me to walk you back to your room.”
She gives me a weak smile, adjusting her skirt and pushing away from the tree. If she notices the damp patch, she says nothing.
We begin towards the palace in silence, though my mind fills with a thousand questions, and I bite my tongue. I could talk to her for hours. Conversations with her are so different from those I have with fae. I never want our time together to end.
As we pass into the vegetable garden Seki finally speaks. “I wanted to thank you… for answering all my questions.”
I nod, unsure how to respond. When I glance sideways at her, I notice her lip quirk as she considers what to say next.
“I feel like there is so much I need to know before I can even consider what to do.”
“I will answer any of your questions, Seki. Anything you need to know to help you make your decision.”
“And what if I decide to leave?”
