Page 49 of His Dark Delights

“Your cow.” His mouth split into a smile, a wide genuine smile that contrasted with the regret swimming in his eyes. “I would have done anything to get you back, Lilly.”

I believed him. Gods help me, I believed him.

Soren would have burned the fae realm to ash. He would have slaughtered every fae man and woman to get me back. Not for revenge for his mother, but to have me at his side again. It wasn’t a pretty fact. It wasn’t a glorious thing to imagine, but it was our truth, and it was beautiful to me.

He knew what I was and wanted me despite his past and the conviction of his rage. In all the madness, he would end his war for me. But that wasn’t enough. I needed him to say three words that meant more than life, and I needed to know he meant them.

“And why would you have done anything to get me back?”

“You know why…”

“Then say it, Soren. Tell me why.”

“Because I love—”

“No,” I cut him off, “remember what I told you. How were you meant to say those words to me?”

The Fairy Butcher—the king—arched his head back.

A serene sense of duty fell over his calm expression.

He nodded once, inhaling steadily, then dropped to his knees in the dirt.

My heart fluttered like a startled, excited bird against my ribs.

My eyes flared and heat coiled in my belly to see that mountain of a man on his knees before me.

“Lilly, fae or not, you belong with me. I love you, and I love everything that you are.” His ragged, husky voice and the confidence threaded through his words made me quiver from my heart to the apex of my thighs.

I stared down my nose at him, making sure he noted the disparity between us at that moment. I was a fae, and I was standing above him, and the proud king was on his knees for me.

“Crawl to me then,” I commanded.

“What?” He swallowed hard. Yet a wicked eagerness glimmered in his eyes.

“Prove that you love me more than your pride. Prove that you love me more than your vengeance. Crawl to me, Soren Carnifex, and prove your love.” The vine on his ankle sank to the ground, releasing him.

With his freedom, he grabbed the opportunity to surge forward. His chest heaved, breathing hard, and his eyes darkened. But he did as I asked. The butcher king remained on his knees and crawled.

As a reward for his obedience, I unclasped the armor corset binding my ribs.

His nostrils flared, and his jaw tightened at the sight of my breasts falling free, barely hidden by the sheer pale fabric around my frame.

His eyes locked onto my nipples, pert and hard under the dress, whispering against my skin.

His storm-wrought eyes drank in the sight of me. When he saw the hint of reddish pink hair nestled over my sex, his movement quickened. He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip like a madman, and a hungry one.

I lifted my dress over my legs and kicked off my boots next. They landed in the corner of the cell at the same time Soren reached me.

My breath hitched when he bowed his head to the floor… and caught my ankle in his large palm. Go osebumps flared up my legs, and I trembled from the warmth and strength in his fingers.

Without warning, he picked my foot off the ground and sucked my toe into his mouth.

Heat swelled in my core and a surprising pulse rocked through me.

The sucking, wet warmth of his mouth felt strangely good.

Before I could fight it, I’d leaned back into the wooden bars for support as my eyes closed and my back arched.

Soren licked my instep before swirling his tongue over my ankle. He maneuvered my leg up and peppered kisses up my calf. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my knee, nearly growling like a beast the higher he went.

His eyes glinted tumultuously, savage and hungry, when he glimpsed the slick folds between my thighs.

I rested my knee on his shoulder, stopping his path, but revealing more.

His position allowed him to see my swollen, needy clit and the arousal dripping from my entrance.

But my knee barred him from dipping his head in for a taste.

“Lilly.” He spoke my name like a harsh prayer. “Please.”

“Is the king begging?” My brow arched in an effort to maintain a reserved mask. I didn’t want him to know how aroused and desperate I was.

“I am, Lilliana. I’m on my knees in a fucking dungeon, begging to eat your sweet, drippy little pussy. Please, let me have this.”

You , he meant, let me have you .

My dress was thinner than paper and lighter than air. The king trembled from his place on his knees as I toyed with one of my pebbled nipples through the fabric—all for show, and all to tease him .

“Please.” The word ripped from his lips.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

He lunged at me, hooking my leg over his shoulder and out of his way.

Then his mouth sealed to my slit and his tongue quickly targeted my clit.

An unstoppable moan flew free as the king lapped at me.

He sucked and licked my clit so rapidly that stars burst behind my eyes.

My breaths became sharp and my noises breathy and shrill as he relentlessly tongue-fucked me.

One hand grasped the bar behind my head, the other reached down and tangled in Ren’s hair. He growled into my pussy when I tugged his head back. His fingers latched onto my hips, refusing to relent.

My pelvis tipped forward, riding his face, and the swelling in my belly reached a crescendo. I came hard, gushing on his mouth. And he licked every drop from my pussy and his chin.

The instant my shaking subsided, I removed my leg from his shoulder. I used my position above him to kick him back. He fell flat in the dirt, peering up at me with a primal stare.

I tossed the flimsy dress off my head. The pale material fluttered to the dirt in a forgotten heap. Ren’s hands dropped to his trousers, and I swatted them away. I tugged his laces open, and my pulse kicked up as his cock bounced free.

I didn’t give either of us a moment to catch our breath or reorient to the world. Instead, I straddled his hips, grabbed his hot, thick erection, and guided it to my slippery entrance. And my head dropped back as his girth stretched me open, filling a need I’d struggled with for weeks.

Having Soren inside me again was better than anything the fae wine could make me feel. It was hot, sweet, delicious, and utterly wanton.

He tugged his shirt over his head and kicked his trousers off, remaining within me the entire time.

His hands dropped to my hips, grabbing handfuls of my ass and roaming up my sides like he was mapping my body in his mind once again.

This was my new self, and he desired to become acquainted with it.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your smell, your taste, the color of your eyes.

I’ve missed your smile and the sound of your laughter.

I’ve missed how you put me in my place and called me out on being an ass.

” Ren wrapped his arms around my ribs and pulled me to his chest. “I’ve just missed you. I love... I love… I love you.”

“Oh, Ren,” I whimpered. I sealed my mouth to his, first kissing his top, then bottom lip. My tongue swept out and slid into his mouth, greeting his tongue. I tasted myself, the nectar of my climax on him, and I relished in it.

I curled my arms around his neck, holding him close as I rolled my body against his. He pumped his hips, thrusting up into me. I rode him slowly at first, taking my time to luxuriate in the feel of our joining after our time apart.

The slow, steady passion of lovemaking didn’t last long. There was a hunger in both of us, a salacious craving matched like twin flames. Together we burned, rocking faster and harder, moans growing louder.

“Lilly… Lilly, you feel too good. Gods, you feel so good. I can’t hold back another moment.”

“Then come, Ren. Come inside me and fill me up. I want your cum and I want your love. I need you, and I need you to come in me right now,” I begged, mewling like a desperate kitten.

“Oh, fuck,” Ren ground out. His muscles tensed, and he nearly went cross-eyed beneath me as his load painted my inner walls.

My bliss reached a fever pitch at the same time. White-hot ecstasy cascaded through my limbs, mingling in my belly. My orgasm tore through me, and my body quaked.

“I’ve missed you coming on my cock, too. Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he sighed.

Shivering in the afterglow of my release, I collapsed on his chest. Half breathless, and dazed, I admitted, “I love you, you bastard fool.”

Ren spread his palm over the back of my head, holding me tighter. He nuzzled his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Gods, as long as I’m your bastard fool, I’ll take it.”

I tapped my finger on his chest, delighted by the dark hair there and under my cheek. I hummed, “But you are also a king, and now I am a princess. We are on opposite sides of a war.”

Ren grunted. “I’ll end the war on my end. But your… your mother has me in her dungeon.”

My chest squeezed at the insane idea rolling around in my head. Perhaps it was formed half on hopes and dreams and half on the high of sex. Our people needed an alliance, a bridge between worlds like me. I shifted onto my elbow, smiling sheepishly down at him.

Gods, his eyes were so blue. Like the sky after a storm…

“Would you still have me as your Queen of Flowers?” My voice quivered.

“Of course. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take you any which way,” he vowed.

“We need an accord between our families—an unbreakable bond.”

Soren’s brows quirked with intrigue. “So, what do you propose we do?”

“That’s just it, Ren.”

“What’s it?”

I blinked, releasing a slow breath before saying, “Propose.”