Page 109 of Hell Fae King

CHAPTER 28

CAMI

Hell Fae Queen.

The three words echoed in my mind as Typhos set my legs aside so he could stand and reach one of the shower wands.

I just… stared at him. Admired his back. All those muscles. All that strength. Then took in his torso when he turned, my mouth going dry at all the defined lines on display.

He was a work of art.

And he just called me a Hell Fae Queen.

He’d been usingqueenas an endearment, had even said a few times that he wanted to turn me intoaqueen. But he hadn’t saidHell Fae Queen. Nor had he ever referred to himself asmyHell Fae King.

Yet…

Allow me to demonstrate what those words mean—by worshipping you as your Hell Fae King.

I licked my lips, my body seeming to come alive at the prospect of what he intended to do. It didn’t matter that I was still recovering from what Az, Ajax, and Melek had done to me. I was already heating up at what might happen in this shower.

Except, Typhos didn’t lose the boxer shorts. He simply stepped forward with the wand and started rinsing my hair.

Okay, maybe he has something kinky in mind for after…

No. Nothing kinky.

Just shampoo.

Followed by conditioner.

My lips twisted, my mind trying to process that the Hell Fae King wasbathingme.

Okay, yes, he’d said something about that before. And he’d claimed he intended to worship me now. So maybe this was what he’d meant? By thoroughly washing me off?

As the soap slid into his hand and he knelt before me, I realized it was exactly that. “You’re taking care of me,” I marveled in a whisper.

“That’s what I said I would do,” he replied, glancing up at me. “Surprised I meant it?”

“Just… surprised you want to.”

His sapphire gaze darkened to twin oceanic pools. “You’re surprised I want to touch you, Camillia?” He pressed the bar of soap to my abdomen, then slipped upward to my breasts. “You’re my forbidden fruit, little temptress. The first female I’ve desired in eons. And I’ve told myself I can’t have you.”

“Why?” I asked on a breath, trying to understand him. Trying to figure out how we’d gottenhere, to this intimate place where we expressed our desires.

I’d dreamt of him for weeks. Or was it months? Time was elusive here.

And all the while, I’d told myself I didn’t want him. Yet it was a lie. It’d always been a lie.

Just like the lie I’d believed about him hating me.

Melek kept telling me it wasn’t true, but I refused to believe him. Because believing him meant embracing the idea that Typhos might feel something else for me.

However, the Hell Fae King wasn’t hiding now. He was letting me see his desires and not even trying to hold back.

Except he said he wasn’t going to fuck me…

“Are you listening to me, Miss De la Croix?” Typhos asked, making me blink.