Page 115 of Hell Fae Prince

An intriguing realization to have as he createdlayersof ropes around me now, each one seeming to be purposeful.

I held my breath as the silk skimmed my areolas. The next one would cover my stiff peaks, providing a sense of?—

My brow furrowed when the ribbon… did not… go over my nipples. It… it went above them instead.

I waited, wondering if Melek would go back down to cover the skin he missed, but he continued upward until the ribbon went right beneath my armpit.

Maybe he’ll start downward again now?

No,I realized in the next breath.He’s… he’s tying a bow at my back.

I could feel the strands tightening, the ends of the bow feeling complete. But it was an illusion. I could sense the endless quality of the ribbon, how it would grow and grow and grow with a single command.

Melek played on that now, taking one edge like a leash and pulling it around to my front.

“You can lower your arms now,” he told me softly. “But don’t open your eyes yet.”

Theleashhe’d created slid around to my front, the edge of it teasing my upper leg as he released it between my thighs.

I bit my lip when the bed shifted, his weight disappearing behind me.

My ears strained to hear him, curious as to where he’d gone. But he was silent.

Everything was still.

I swallowed, my nerves ratcheting up with each passing second.

Melek?I whispered via our bond.

He didn’t reply.

I almost peeked, slightly nervous about what he might be doing. But his demand not to open my eyes held me captive.

This was about trust. And I trusted him not to hurt me.

He was just heightening the moment and drawing out the anticipation.

I focused on my breathing, as well as the strands on my skin. They were so soft yet firm. He’d left my arms free, but I still felt constrained.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Cami,” Melek said, his voice seeming to surround my senses and captivate me. “Spread your thighs a little more for me.”

I shuffled, eager to comply.

“Mmm, yes, just like that.”

I waited for him to do something, to say more, but he fell quiet again.

A shiver rolled through me, followed by a tightening in my lower belly.

I was exposed. On display. Agiftwrapped for his pleasure.

Something about that made me feel cherished. I felt so alive. So safe. Soready.

Because I wanted more. I wanted him. His mouth. His tongue. His touch. His cock.

I could already feel him between my splayed thighs, imagine him thrusting in and out of me, feel hisclaim.

“You’re getting so wet for me,” Melek murmured. “Fae, I can’t wait to taste you. In fact…” The ribbon moved against my thigh, confusing my senses, as I hadn’t felt him come back onto the bed. Maybe he was leaning over the mattress?