Free Faery Godlover: BBW Paranormal Romance by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

refurbishing it fairly liberally. The place looked like a veritable sheik’s palace now, with luxurious furniture and damask curtains all around. He flopped back onto the bed after slipping his shoes off, and stared up at the ceiling as he took a deep breath.
    Maybe this was all just something to do with watching his handiwork in practice. Every great craftsman had to say goodbye to their work after a time, no matter how much of their heart they put into it.
    That thought gave him pause. Just how much of his heart had he put into his work with Jasmine?
    He had told himself when he landed that this would just be a bit of fun. A nice way to pass the time while he let the Queen get her fill of watching him struggle to endure the human world. Now that he’d fulfilled all that though, he felt a certain...connection to her. Maybe it was no more than what the Queen saw in Jasmine that made her admire the human from afar the first time.
    But the Queen didn’t really know Jasmine, not like he did.
    The thought of getting to know a human like this had unsettled him at first, but now, well, it seemed...unpleasant, just leaving her alone like that. Perhaps he ought to see things through a little longer, make sure this William guy really was everything she ever wanted?
    And yet, as he started to drift off into sleep, he wondered whether he really would like watching the two of them grow closer.
     

Seven
     
    Her skin is warm against his hands as they explore her body. The sight of her full, gorgeous figure kneeling there on his bed was absolutely irresistible.
    “Are you sure you humans don’t have some kind of glamour of your own?” he whispered into her ear as he leaned forward, pressing his stiffening cock against her ass as he wrapped his hands around her waist. She leaned back into him, a soft hum of pleasure escaping her as she tilted her neck to expose it before him.
    He turned his head and brought his lips to her neck, kissing the sensitive flesh softly, reveling in every bit of it, how it felt, how she smelled, how she sounded as his teeth grazed her flesh.
    She needed him. He needed her. The energy between them was palpable, as it had been from the moment the two of them had first come together, and now, acting on it felt so very sweet.
    “Duada,” she whispered, a playful smile on her face. But as she said it, there wasn’t any of the simpering reverence in it he usually heard.
    Jasmine was too much of a free spirit for that. And that made him stiffen even faster.
    “You minx,” he almost laughed into her ear, his hands slipping up to her breasts and squeezing them, “I ought to put you in your place for acting so irreverently towards someone like me.”
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she whispered back, turning to face him, and she looked every bit as beautiful as ever, that earthy, natural gorgeousness exuded in her every expression, her spirit wild and untamed.
    “I would,” he said back in a husky voice, his hands grasping her hips as he pressed her back onto the lavish bed. “I want to claim you, Jasmine. Come back with me to the court. I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, and I want to fuck you senseless.”
    “You can have one of those now,” she said, the need in her voice absolutely dire, and Duada wasted no more time. He tore her shirt away, letting her bra fall to the side and exposing those stiff nipples to him, which he attacked with his mouth immediately.
    A gasp escaped her as he did, and the taste of her was sweet. He tormented her nipples before sliding her pants off. She was wet and ready for him, and absolutely begging to be ravished.
    Already naked, the prince slid into her, his thick cock spearing her tight pussy as she let out a sharp cry, a sound full of lust for him, for everything he was.
    But that desire was almost drowned out by how much he lusted for her. He wanted to ravage her, to make her feel sensations she’d only dreamed of, that only a