Page 40 of Fae's Mate
I gently wipe the flour from his face, and all the while, he looks up at me as if I am some sort of goddess.
He takes the cloth from me and cleans his hands, without breaking eye contact. My cheeks flush and it has nothing to do with the heat in the kitchen, and everything to do with the intensity of his gaze.
My clothes suddenly feel too tight, and my pulse quickens, yet I can’t look away. His bright chestnut eyes pin me to the spot, full of want and hope, adoration, and lust. My core tightens again, and I sigh.
When I go to take a step back, he reaches out and takes my hand, halting my retreat. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses along my knuckles, his beard tickling over my sensitive skin. His thumb rubs over the top of my hand as he turns it, placing a gentle kiss to my palm.
Without thinking, I step forward, sliding the hand he holds under his ear and into his thick golden-brown curls, which look like liquid gold in the bright morning light that leaks into the kitchen.
Placing my other hand on his chest, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart against my palm, I position myself over him, then lower into his lap, straddling him.
Winding my fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck, I lower my mouth to kiss him, eliciting a soft groan as my lips brush his. His hands snake around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, and I can already feel his thick arousal pressing against my thigh. I run my tongue against his lower lip until his mouth opens for me, and his tongue comes to meet mine.
I roll my hips, desperate for the friction between my legs. The seam of my jeans rubs tortuously against me, as I angle myself so his erection presses against me in the most delicious, tantalising way.
His kiss deepens, his mouth consuming me, possessing me, and for a moment I forget how to breathe. His tongue massages my own as his hands run up and down my spine, sending electric waves skittering across my skin.
I have never wanted anyone more than I want him at this moment. I am utterly lost in his firm grip on my body, on his mouth claiming mine, on his scent of woods and pumpkin spice.
My mouth leaves his for a moment, to suck in a breath, and it leaves me just as quick in a moan as his mouth finds the curve of my jaw. He kisses the sensitive patch of skin below my ear and the crease of my neck as I cling to his hair and his shoulder, pulling him against my neck as he continues to smother me with hot, lavish kisses.
The hand at his shoulder slides down his torso, his body firm and taut under the soft fabric of his shirt. Lower and lower I slide, until I can reach between my legs, and rub my palm against his erection.
“Fates,” he hisses against my shoulder.
Lifting my hand slightly, I find the fastening of his trousers. I want to feel him.
Lace up, interesting.
I tug on the laces, loosening the ties enough to slide my hand into the waistband. My fingers quickly find his cock, and I wrap them around his solid length. He’s thick, hard as wood, and throbbing against my palm.
A guttural sound tears from him as he buries his head in the crease of my shoulder.
“Seki,” he grits out, voice hoarse and panting.
His hands slide under my shirt, splayed fingers skimming up my bare skin, branding me. My grip on him tightens as I work him, my hand firmly pumping him as I continue to grind my hips.
I curl my fingers into his hair, and gripping tightly, I pull his head back so I can kiss him again. Hot, desperate kisses that have my core pooling.
I pull away from his mouth, resting my cheek against his as I pant, my lips right beside his ear.
“I want you,” I whisper, “I need you inside me.”
The sound he makes then can only be described as a growl. He abruptly stands, his grip tight enough on me that I don’t move. He drops to his knees and lays me out beneath him in one fluid movement.
I wince at the cold slates against my back, and briefly grimace at what might be on the floor underneath me, but my concerns are quickly forgotten as his mouth lowers to mine and possesses me again.
His hips rock as he thrusts into my hand.
“Seki,” he breathes, his hot breath fanning my neck.
Reaching his hand between us, he finds the button and fly of my jeans. The button undoes immediately. In fact, I’m convinced he has torn it off. Then the zip is pulled and his hand dips below the waistband.
Before I can draw a breath and prepare, his fingers find my clit, and he circles it with the perfect amount of pressure that has me panting and chasing my release already.
My head lolls back as he brands kisses up the taut column of my throat.
“No,” I manage to breathe, “I want this,” I demand, squeezing his cock and he shudders.
