Page 34 of The Queen The Fae Forgot
I felt a smug smile pull at his lips as I panted, my own fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer to me. His hardness pressed against me, drawing a gasp from my lips as I pulled away to look up into those golden eyes of his, now darkened with the same desire that sprang up within me.
It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this heat, intense and deep, but this was the first time I let it consume me.
I drew my hands down to rest on Shiel’s chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingers as I held that intensity of his gaze a moment longer.
“Take me.”
Shiel didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently as he began to undress me, his fingers fumbling with the ties on my dress.
As he pulled the fabric away, leaving nothing but the sheer soft silk of my shift between us, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. But then he leaned down and kissed me again, and all my self-consciousness melted away. My hands tore at the hem of his shirt until together, we pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. Then my hands were on his body, and his were tangled in the soft white silk of my shift and the long red tendrils of my hair. His hips pressed down into mine, grinding his arousal between my thighs.
Every other thought left my mind except for one.
I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that it hurt.
I wanted him so badly that a sigh tore its way out of my throat between our fevered kisses. He took my sigh as an invitation, his kisses growing even more heated until he was kissing his way down my neck, his lips trailing hot as coals over my skin. I gasped as he nipped at the sensitive spot just behind my ear, his hands moving down my body to my hips.
He stopped then, suddenly, lifting his hips slightly so that he hovered over me, his eyes burning with desire as he slowly, oh-so-slowly, took in the sight of me.
Only once his eyes had drank their fill did he begin to remove my shift next, too. I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, my own desire building with each passing moment. When I was finally naked under him, he took a moment to simply look at me, his gaze roving over my body with a hunger that made me ache. Then he was on me again, his mouth finding mine as he began to explore my body with his hands and lips. I arched into him, my body craving more of his touch. Every nerve in my body was on fire, and I knew that I was lost to him.
One hand moved to his breeches, undoing to buttons so that the full length of him sprang forth. I felt the heat of his bare skin on mine as he pressed himself to the apex of my thighs. No sooner had our bodies brushed together then I felt myself blurt out.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Not even with—” He stopped, eying me for a moment with the question he nearly dared ask—but then didn’t. I saw it flicker there, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.
He drew back just enough so that our bodies no longer touched, and I felt another rush of words tumble from my lips.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, desperation heavy on my tongue.
Shiel met my gaze.
“Then I’m not going to.”
But his movements slowed, then. He leaned back, his eyes taking me in differently, now. He knelt above me as he slowly took off his breeches, one leg at a time, the muscled planes of his body somehow even more achingly beautiful with every agonizing moment that passed.
Frustration welled up in me, that ache in my body screaming, demanding to be satisfied. I squirmed beneath him, discomfort racing through me until I was unable to keep still, unable to keep from trying to pull him closer to me,intome. I reached for him, my hands trailing over the hardened abs of his stomach and then lower, but he drew back from my touch again, not enough to make me think he no longer wanted me, but enough to try and force me to slow, too.
He caught my hand, gently, and bent over so he could press my fingers to his lips in an even more agonizingly gentle kiss.
It was enough to draw another gasp, this one of exasperation, from my lips.
“I know how it’s done,” I started, even more desperate now, my eyes cutting from his golden irises to the impossibly sexy body hovering too close and still too far above mine.“I was practically raised on a farm.”
“We’re not animals on a farm, Aurra,” Shiel whispered, cutting me off. “Or, at least, not all of us are.”
His eyes softened at the sight of my discomfort.
“Let me make this memorable for you, Aurra,” he said. “And not in the way first times always are, but because I made it that way.”
Something about his words, or perhaps the softness in his eyes when he said it, finally calmed the nerves that left me shifting beneath him. Though that fire still burned between my thighs, that ache still throbbing hard as ever, the pain of it shifted into something more like anticipation as his lips once again dropped to kiss the place where my ribs met between my breasts.
His cock pressed to the inside of my thighs again, driving me wild with desire even as he only allowed it to brush against me, not even anywhere nearintome. His lips planted hot kisses along my body slowly, slower even than before. He moved down, each kiss as tender as if he were worshipping me, and each one driving me wilder until I was sure I was going to lose my mind.
Finally, his lips settled over mine again, and when they did, I felt an intense heat as his hips shifted ever-so-slightly and finally, he was pushing himself against the entrance of my sex.
He stopped then, just for as long as it took for him to meet my eyes and demand, “Look into my eyes Aurra, and don’t look away.”
