“N-no, not at all,” I said, melting into his touch. He took my braids down from their pins and loosened my plaits until my hair fell across my shoulders, with all the careful consideration he gave to everything. He looked at me with feelings I could not put into words. I had waited for him for so long, and I suppose he had waited for me even longer. He had gone three years without a single touch from another person. Now, his hands traced along my neck without pain. He loosened the ribbons of my bodice and brushed the fabric off my shoulders. I was properly clad in a blouse and undergarments now.
But not for long. He pulled my blouse over my head and then flung off his own shirt, and then held me against his skin. His fingers traced my shoulder blades and spine like he could never get enough of touching me, as if he had to feel every inch of me.
Holding me, he draped me down onto the bed and sucked my breasts, finally stirring my ravenous senses in the way I dreamed of. His teeth and tongue left no inch untouched, many times over, until the sensitivity of it was such that it had spread through my whole body. He tugged my skirt down and flung it on the floor, and when I was bared for him, he slipped two fingers inside me and started slowly pumping them as he stroked my bud.
“I’ve taught you how to wait, now I need to teach you the opposite,” he said. “I have brought you to desire so many times, but I have never given you what you need. Today, I am going to break you open. Are you ready for that?”
“Y—yes,” I said, although the intensity of his expression might have given anyone pause—but heavens, I was wet. When his fingers worked in and out of me it sounded like he was stuffing a pastry with cream.
He took something out of his pocket—three little wooden shapes that reminded me of clothes pins. But they also reminded me of the slivers of wood that clamped around my clit. He put two of them around my stiff nipples and pinched them, manipulating the wood until he was satisfied. I arched my back, turning my head to the side so my hair draped across my face, trying not to writhe, all my sensations drawn closer and closer to the edge. Then, as I knew he would, he clamped the other one around my clit, tighter than it had been before. He wasn’t just trying to tease me anymore. This was real. This was meant to make me come. Now I was incredibly sensitive and swollen there. A sheen of sweat broke out on my chest and forehead.
“Wait there, my sweet,” he said. “Keep your little legs spread and don’t touch anything.”
I did want to close my legs, because that would let me use my muscles to move the clamp. I moaned, clutching at the blankets, as he took off his trousers. The sight of his naked muscles and erect cock gave me a surge of desire that seemed, at this point, almost unbearable, and yet more delicious than anything.
I was about to eat the feast.
He sat on the very edge of the bed. “Come and sit here,” he said.
I pushed myself off the bed and walked toward him, quivering a little.
“Sit,” he said again, putting his hands on my hips. He hooked his feet around my ankles and spread me until there was nothing I could do but to sit on his cock. The anticipation, the tingling of all my nerves, as my sheath slid down his thick shaft—for a moment I thought I would break right then and there.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He started kissing me and claiming me at once, holding up my legs, working in and out of me. Each thrust pressed against my clit and made it thrum in time with his cock on the inside, and I hardly even knew what he was doing anymore. I just knew that I felt something absolutely everywhere—his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hands stirring my skin and moving my body where he wanted it to go, the tight sensation on my nipples, his strong thighs under my legs, his pelvis thrusting deep.
I was overcome. The orgasm seemed to hit me not just between the legs but all over my body at once. I was flying in his arms—no, I was breaking apart, just as he said—no, I was turning into an ocean, a churning uncontrollable force of push and pull, my pussy clamping around his cock in pulsing waves of pleasure. I was screaming. I might have bit his lip again and I definitely yanked on his hair.
I could do nothing but let it ride through me, so intense that it scared me. I’m sure I knew why staid men of my old world didn’t want women to feel this way. I felt like I was transforming into some supernatural being. Surely I must be able to shoot fire out of my fingers by the time this was over.
Finally, I bucked against the final pulses, cringing now against the pressure on my nipples and clit. “Coren, it’s too much, it’s too much.”
“Shh, shh.” He stroked my hair and my body slowly started to relax around him. His cock was still stiff inside me.
We looked at each other, saying nothing for long moments, but my sobs turned to laughter. I was so relieved. And so was he. His eyes told the story. I touched his cheek and ran my hands through his hair, so happy that I could touch him whenever I liked, and just as happy that I would never have to share him with a kingdom.
“My king,” I said. “Mine alone.”
“My workaday girl, with plenty of work to do.” He smiled. “Is it still too much?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m not done with you.”
“I hope you never are.”
“I was the King of the Revels, my dear. I’m sure you would tire of me before I ever tired of you,” he said.
But there was no need to worry of that.
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Fairy Tale Heat Series
Every book is standalone and can be read in any order, although some characters might pop up in later books!
Book One: Beauty and the Goblin King
Book Two: These Wicked Revels (A retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses)
Book Three: Rapunzel and the Dark Prince
Book Four: The Beggar Princess (A retelling of King Thrushbeard)
Book Five: The Goblin Cinderella
Book Six: The Mermaid Bride
Book Seven: Tasting Gretel
About the Author
Lidiya Foxglove has always loved a good fairy tale, whether it’s sweet or steamy, and she likes to throw in a little of both. Sometimes she thinks she ought to do something other than reading and writing, but that would require doing more laundry. So…never mind.
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