Page 194 of Hell Fae King

But he was prolonging my torment by trying to take care of me instead. While I appreciated the effort, there was a part of me that he was very much neglecting to touch.

And I was really fucking tired of it.

“I can hear you over there pouting,” he murmured, his back still to me. “I told you, Camillia. This is a lesson in dominance.” He turned around as he finished wrapping a towel around his waist, the cotton material hiding his impressive erection from my view. “You can’t command me, little one.”

I narrowed my eyes again. “You’re punishing me for saving your life.”

“This isn’t punishment, little siphon,” he said, sauntering toward me. “This is me ensuring that you know I’ll take care of you.” He cupped my jaw and leaned down, our gazes locked together in an intense stare. “I don’t want you to forget how gentle I’ve been. Because when I take you, I’ll be anything but.”

If he weren’t so close, I would have folded my arms across my bare chest and scowled at him. But he was only a hairsbreadth away from my mouth. So all I could do was say, “You’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m warning you,” he returned. “The things I plan to do to you are going to make you question my intentions. But I need you to know and believe that I cherish you. Because you might feel otherwise very soon.”

I shivered. There was a threat lingering in those words, a threat I very much wanted to experience. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled, his lips ghosting over mine. “So eager to be destroyed.” His hand slid down to my neck, his touch turning harsh against my throat. “What’s your safe word, Camillia?”

“Camping,” I said, the word coming out a little choked, thanks to his tightening grip.

“And if you can’t speak?” he asked, his palm cutting off my ability to breathe.

I lifted my fist in the air. He studied it for a moment, like he was assessing whether he liked it or not.

But after a beat, his grasp lessened and he murmured, “Good girl.” He grabbed my thighs and parted them, then yanked me forward to where I teetered on the edge of the counter.

I took hold of his shoulders to keep myself from tipping backward.

“It’s been a very long time since I fucked a woman,” he told me. “Thousands of years, Camillia. So when I say that I’m going to take every part of you, I mean it. I want your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. Every fucking hole. And you’re going to let meuse you.” He drew his nose across my cheekbone to my ear, where he nibbled the lobe. “And you’re going tobegfor more.”

I shuddered, my nipples beading against his chest. “Yes, my king.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, approval radiating from his chest. “Such a good little mate, letting her king master her.”

His lips skimmed down to my throat, his teeth threatening against my skin.

I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest.

He was barely touching me, and I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I could feel it curling inside me, demanding release.

Gods, we’d only been in the bath for an hour, yet it felt like years of foreplay were finally coming together for the climactic act.

So much teasing.

So muchyearning.

So many dreams.

But this was real. Typhos was here. Touching me.Owning me…

“Outside of these walls, we’re equals, Camillia,” he whispered. “But in here, you kneel when I tell you to kneel. You spread those long legs when I ask you to. And worship my cock like it’s your fucking deity.”

Another shudder worked through me, my legs squeezing around his hips. “Yes, my king,” I told him, aware that he wanted a response.

Because I could hear his mind.

Feel his intentions.

Understand his expectations.