Bound (A Faery Story 1)

disgust, but she wanted it so badly. “I’m so cold. Won’t you cover

me? I might be warm if you lay on top of me.”

He wasn’t able to completely close off the surge of desire her

request brought out in him. He wanted to be on top of her. He wanted

her helpless underneath him. Meg felt it briefly before he shut it off.

“You don’t think I’m too big for you? I don’t want you cold. Let me

get undressed first.”

He got out from under the covers and quickly shucked his clothes.

Meg watched, her mouth watering, as his big, strong body was

revealed by firelight. He was all steel and smooth muscles. The

wounds he had taken in the arena had closed and were healing. His

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p; body, he’d explained earlier, could take a lot of damage and repaired

itself quickly. The slight pinkness of the healing flesh didn’t detract

from his perfection. He really was a work of art. Michelangelo would

have been proud to sculpt that body. And then there was his cock. She

had more time to study it now that he wasn’t shoving it at her face. It

was big and thick, and pointing straight up, reaching his belly button.

His balls were heavy and taut against his body. Even in the firelight,

she could tell his cock was so hard it was purple.

How had that ever fit in her mouth? That dark voice from her

fantasies reminded her. That monster cock had fit because Beck had

made sure it fit. Beck had just shoved and pushed until she’d

accommodated him.

“Love, let me help you.” He knelt down and reached for the hem

of her shirt.

The linen shirt was all she was wearing. It was the only protection

she had. If he ordered her to take it off, she would throw the damn

thing into the fire. He didn’t, and she was reluctant. He’d seemed to

like her body before, but the arena had changed that. If he ordered