Page 54 of The Heir the Fae Forgot
My hands reached for his horns, taking hold of them as he pressed his pelvis into mine, grinding himself into me so I could feel his arousal through the thin silks that separated us. The feel of him made that ache deepen until it was almost unbearable, my body begging me for release as it grew slick with need.
I arched my back into him, pressing into him as our bodies writhed together, his hardness sliding between my thighs and up to press against my belly. I could barely contain a gasp of desire as Icarus pressed harder, nearly piercing through the drape of my skirts still separating us. My hands tightened around his horns, drawing out a guttural sound from the back of Icarus’ throat until he couldn’t contain himself a moment longer.
Thin as the barrier was between us, it was not thin enough, it seemed. That growl of frustration had Icarus suddenly pulling back from me. I had no choice but to let go of his horns as he sat up and roughly took hold of the skirts bunched around my thighs and shoved them up to my waist, tearing the fabric when it resisted him as easily as if it was nothing more than spider’s silk.
He took hold of my thighs and spread them apart, his eyes drinking me in with a look of insatiable hunger. When he looked back up at me, there was no longer any sign of the terror that had consumed him earlier.
“I warned you this day would come,” he purred. “I can scent the desire on you like perfume. If I could bathe in that scent, I would.”
His words made my cheeks redden. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but held them firm.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, My Storm,” he said, that honey voice of his making that wetness between my thighs thicken, betraying me. He took in a sharp breath as he scented that too, his pupils growing wider in the dark beneath the stars. “I’m the one who should be ashamed. I’ve been unable to forget how my fingers felt inside of you, Aurra, since that moment in the forest. I only touched you when you deserve to betasted.”
Before I could comprehend what he meant, Icarus pulled my thighs apart and plunged between them. The heat of his tongue found mine and licked me down the middle, the sensation of it making my whole body shudder. My heart raced as his lips found the apex of my thighs and began to kiss and suck that ache so that it grew and grew, his tongue tracing the shape of my sex until I felt that if he didn’t give me release soon, I was going to die.
He devoured me like a starved man, unable to stop himself until my thighs clamped around either side of his head, my body demanding I give in to the pressure that he’d built to the point of exploding.
But this time, right before I fell over that edge, Icarus pulled back. He sat up, dug his hands into my hips and pulled me hard against him, positioning himself between my spread legs with another growl.
His silken trousers could do nothing to conceal the full length of him begging for his own release. He met my gaze and held it there, one hand reaching for the ties to free himself, the other slowly, and methodically licking my liquid from the fingers he’d used to wipe his mouth a moment earlier.
“When you taste this good, I can only imagine how you’re going to feel wrapped around my cock.”
I let out a small moan and a feral look overtook him.
His fingers began to fumble, but then he stopped and a sly look overtook him.
My heart, already beating at a pace that could rival a racehorse on the track, couldn’t take it.
I let out a groan of frustration and tried to reach for the laces myself, but Icarus stopped me.
“I need to hear you say you want this,” he said, eyes locked again with mine. “I need to hear you say it so I can ravage you without regret.”
I let out a small whimper, my back arching again, but that was not enough.
He leaned over me, his hand digging into my hair as he drew close enough for me to hear the ragged draw of his own breaths.
“Say it, My Storm.”
“I—”
I tilted back my head, the desire in me so intense that I had to let out a scream. “Fuck!”
When I looked back down at him, I grabbed his horns in my hands and pressed my face to his, a growl rumbling deep inside me, this time.
“Take me, Icarus. I need you, now.”
Before he could do as I begged and put my aching body out of its misery, we were interrupted.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
The silenceof the night was shattered by the clatter of steal as three fae burst through the concealed entrance and stumbled up inside, swords drawn.
Shiel.
Zev.
Finch.
