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There’s no other option, so cease breaking your own heart.
“Skies squash me,”
“You are the most exquisite treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered against my mouth. He bit my lip—hard enough that I flinched. I gasped when he sucked it clean of blood and dragged his mouth over my cheek to vow to my ear, “And I’m going to do such filthy, dishonorable things to you.”
Not only had I kissed a royal faerie of Folkyn. I’d made a deal with the winter king.
“Sweetest creature...” His lips curved, and he closed the space between us to whisper against my mouth. “No one’s intentions for you are more wicked than my own.”
“I dreamed of you,” he murmured as if unwillingly. “It has been a long time since I’ve dreamed of anything.”
“When I break you, it will be with my cock, and certainly not in a rotting pleasure house.”
“I will give you everything,” he said, low and coarse directly above me. “And I will take everything in return. That includes every drop of pleasure I draw from your body.”
The answer to my unasked question became clear in his absence. He wouldn’t have sought a creature as desperate and foolish as me if he wished to belong to someone in kind.
He leaned close to rumble against my mouth, “Never thought I’d envy a town.” The whisper of his lips expelled a fractured breath from me. “Nor the fucking snow.” “And why would you?” I asked, lost to his harsh grip on my hips and how it contrasted with the barely-there gentleness of his kiss. “The wonder in your eyes.”
“And I do not drool in my sleep.” His teeth flashed with a heart-thawing smile. “You do, and I’ve yet to wash my neck.” “That’s...” My nose crinkled. “Rather unpleasant.”
“Will you ever let me go?” The wind whistled and threw my hair around my cheeks, Florian’s expression and jaw granite and his touch falling away. “Never, butterfly.”
“If I believed you wanted someone else...” His stroking resumed, moving to my lower back when I curled onto my side. “Then I would make you watch as I took my time ending their existence.”
“I’m fine.” “I’m not. You’re fucking potent,” he clipped, his jaw rotating and his thumb skimming the corner of my lips. He watched them part. “I miss this mouth.”
“If I am to be queen, then shouldn’t I have my own throne?” “Then how would I touch you?”
“I was only going to tell the princess not to worry, for dear Nalia is merely our king’s only permanent lover.” He would only be merely screaming when I gave in to the temptation to snatch his dagger from his waist and bury it in his groin.
“You’re broken now, butterfly,”
“Are you proud?” He licked my pulse, teeth nipping. “Does it make you feel good to disrespect and torment me?” He kissed the skin he’d bitten, rumbling, “To rake your tiny claws over my chest and watch me lose my fucking mind?”
“You’ve ruined me.” His eyes flashed, his lips whispering over mine with his words. “You no longer seem so disappointed.”
