Bound (A Faery Story 1)

her, she would know that he wanted her. It would take away all her

doubt.

He pulled the shirt over her head, and she fought not to cover

herself. She also sought that connection between the two of them. It

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would tell her what he was feeling. Now that she’d had that

connection with him, being without it made her feel alone. She tried

to brush her thoughts against his, requesting the contact.

“Shhh,” he whispered, getting under the covers with her. He

pulled her into his arms. “Don’t be scared, love. I won’t hurt you. I’ll

be gentle.”

She gritted her teeth. He’d gotten the message, but he wasn’t very

literate yet. He thought she was afraid, not frustrated and nervous.

“Just kiss me.” She could lose herself in his kisses. The man knew

how to kiss.

He smiled, his generous lips tugging up before he planted them on

her. He kissed her as he covered her with his hard body. They met,

skin to skin. Meg loved the way he pressed her into the ground. It

wasn’t the most comfortable she’d ever been, but something about

being held down did it for her. She let her hands drift above her head

and imagined he had tied them down.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he left her mouth. His

hands traveled down her torso, making her skin sing wherever he

touched her. “I want to kiss you everywhere. May I?”

Don’t ask. Just do it. Take me. Instead, she sweetly replied, “If you like.”

He nodded and kissed his way to her breasts. The kisses were

gentle, like little butterflies landing and taking off again. He took one

nipple in his mouth and curled his tongue around it. He drew on the

little bud, sucking and playing with it. Meg bit back a moan. Even