His Dark Delights

LILLY

He dipped his head and crashed his lips into mine. I’d never kissed a man before, yet my body followed a carnal instinct.

My mouth melded to his and our lips locked together when he deepened the kiss, stealing the breath from me. His tongue slipped through my lips and the wet glide of our tongues wrestling made my stomach clench with an insatiable need.

The frenzy of his kiss and his fist in my hair distracted me from the other hand bunching up my dress, exposing my legs. I only noticed when he circled the pad of his thumb on the sensitive inner skin of my thigh and every muscle in my body went taut.

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?” Ren asked against my lips as he traced a knuckle over the damp fabric of my underwear. Flares of pleasure shuddered through me, and I squirmed in his lap.

A pleased sound vibrated through his chest as he felt the evidence of my arousal.

“Never,” I answered, tipping forward and seeking the mind-numbing taste of his lips once more.

“Good.” Ren slammed his mouth into mine, as if seeking to devour me. Then he hooked a finger in my underwear, peeling it from my dripping sex.

He swiped a finger through my slick folds and found a buzzing, swollen bud at the top. “So soft and wet between those pretty thighs, Lilly.”

He soaked his digit in my juices, then used it to swirl his central finger over my clit. Bursts of delight rocked through my sex and surged into my belly with each skilled pass over the sensitized bud.

Half turned in his lap, I curled my arms over his shoulders and locked them behind his neck. My bare breasts pressed into his chest, both hugging him tight and using him for support.

As tremors of bliss coursed through my body, his fist in my hair tightened and his lips became increasingly demanding. Then he probed a finger at my entrance and bit my bottom lip between his teeth.

A startled mewl escaped me as Ren slid his finger inside of me. I wanted to throw my head back, but his teeth on my lip and his hand in my hair kept me in place and utterly at his mercy.

The sensation of being stretched and filled made me lose control of my breathing and volume. Shrill, broken gasps vented from my lips between near-painful, greedy kisses.

His finger curled inside me at the same time as his palm massaged my clit. My core went taut, vibrating with charged energy.

My pitiful noises grew louder as those feelings grew.

“Is it too much, Lilly?” Ren asked.

My arms tightened around his neck, and my hips rocked forward to meet his hand. “No…no. Something is happening… It’s good. So good.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes because of just how good it felt. I’d never experienced such pleasure before and all I could do was wriggle and pant in his lap as he finger-fucked me.

His tongue tentatively probed for entrance into my mouth, and I allowed him in where he swept his tongue against my teeth. The heat at the apex of my thighs, in the deepest soaked center of my body, blazed hotter and brighter than the sun.

Ecstasy crested within my core like the first warm sunrise at the end of a long winter, and maybe that’s what I needed—and that’s what Ren could give me. That heat blazed through me at its highest peak, causing everything within me to shatter into a million pieces.

I was a whimpering, quivering mess in Ren’s lap, but he only groaned with male satisfaction as my inner walls clenched his finger. My muscles and bones melted from the effort and strain of my first overwhelming climax, and the knight continued lazily fingering me through the last tremulous waves of my orgasm.

When my shaking subsided, Ren withdrew his fingers from between my thighs and lifted his hand to his mouth. He sucked his slick, coated middle finger clean between his lips.

His next words made my heart reactivate. “You taste so good for me, Lilly. I can’t wait to taste you again.”

Ren gently laid me back onto the bed. I was too physically drained to resist. As my head sank into the pillow and the mattress dipped under my weight, I realized how deeply satisfied I felt.

My muscles were as soft as yielding earth, my bones felt like flowing water, and a warm glow simmered in my belly.

“Are you all right?” Ren asked, pulling my mind from its drifting haze. I glanced up at him through heavy lids and nodded.

Perhaps I should have felt shame for allowing him access to my body. After all, I hardly knew the knight, and he might have Fae blood on his hands considering the state I found him in.

He didn’t deserve any part of me, yet I found myself longing to share myself with him. I wanted to explore levels of pleasure with him that had previously been unavailable to me.

He leaned over me and brushed a wild strand of hair away from my face. His gentle smile and sensual mouth made my heart flutter, and a new current of energy lit me up from within.

“Will you share the bed with me tonight, Lilly?” His tentative question held a storm of promise and passion.

No man in the village would want me for a wife, thanks to my heritage. If I didn’t seize this opportunity with Ren, it might never come again.

I didn’t want to die of old age, alone and miserable, having never felt the touch of a lover. I knew what would come next if I agreed.

“Yes.”

Ren’s darkened blue eyes lit up like the sky on a bright spring day. His smile widened, and I felt it against my lips when he leaned down and kissed me—softly, tenderly—as if that were our first kiss instead of the manic, consuming one from before.

That kiss was sweeter—a kiss I could hold on to and remember long after he left.

“Will you let me finish working on the barn now?” Ren asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes and grumbled, “I’m too tired to argue. I’ll be cross if you open your wounds again.”

Ren sat up and placed his hand over his heart. “I swear I’ll be careful.” Something wicked gleamed in his gaze. “Trust that I know when to be gentle, Lilly.”

He put his shirt back on and left me blushing furiously. If I stayed in bed any longer, I’d keep replaying what had happened in my head.

So, I got up and fixed my dress, distracting myself with chores. There would be time later to reminisce, but the day was young, and the farm needed tending.

I made a light lunch of cheese sandwiches paired with fresh berries from the garden while Ren toiled, hammering away at the barn and anything else he deemed in need of fixing.

He joined me in the pasture, settling in for a late lunch and watching my animals graze.

Millie stared at Ren while chewing grass, and I bit down a laugh. She studied him with suspicion, and I couldn’t blame her.

We’d been alone out here for months before the knight had fallen into our lives. Having another person on the farm was strange at first, but it was welcome and refreshing now that he was awake and providing more than I could have ever dreamed possible.

“Can I ask you questions?” I asked before biting into a plump, red berry.

Ren chewed on a bite of his sandwich and nodded his permission. However, I noted a guarded wall rising behind his eyes.

“Where are you from?” I started.

“The capital,” he answered easily, confirming my suspicion that he was a knight for the new king.

“I’ve never been to the capital. What’s it like?”

“To be honest, I spent most of my life hating it. My mother was the only reason I stayed, then I hated the capital more when I lost her.”

His jaw flexed, and he briskly turned his head as if he hadn’t meant to say that. Tight-lipped, he cast his gaze to the thin clouds coasting across the pale mid-afternoon sky.

“I’m sorry.” Unthinking, I reached out to comfort him. I placed my hand on his thigh.

His next breath shuddered through him at my touch, and he cast his gaze down to my dainty hand on his knee.

“You understand how I feel, don’t you?” His eyes flicked up to mine.

“I do. Life hasn’t been the same without my father. One day he was here and the next he wasn’t,” I replied, skimming my thumb in circles.

“What about your mother? You haven’t mentioned her.”

I stiffened and pulled my hand back. I took a bite of my sandwich, mulling it over.

Telling him the truth could cost me my life. Lips pursed, I held onto my answer until I knew what to say.

“She left after I was born. I don’t know her.” It was mostly true, and half a lie. In a biological and magical sense, I knew her. “It hurts that she isn’t here, but I believe she had a good reason for leaving.”

“And what reason was that? I was so close to my mother. She wouldn’t have left me behind for anything other than death.”

Ren seemed bitter about his own experience and annoyed at the mother I’d never met for leaving me behind.

“It wasn’t safe for her to stay.” That was the only acceptable and vague answer I could think of.

I then shrugged and redirected the conversation. “What about your father?”

Ren clammed up immediately. His entire frame went rigid, and his fist clenched on his thigh until his knuckles turned bone white.

He stared out at the pasture as if reliving a haunting memory.

“All I got is an unwanted responsibility from him. He doesn’t matter now. My father is dead,” Ren answered after several tense seconds of silence.

He took another bite from his sandwich, nearly inhaling half of it in one go.

I picked at the crust of my bread, uneasy with the waves of Ren’s bitter mood rolling off him.

Swallowing over a dry tongue, I said, “Well, you don’t have any responsibilities while you’re here with me. If you need a place to rest, I’ll provide that.”

The first hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and a dimple appeared on his cheek. “Rest isn’t what I want from you, Lilly.”

He reached over and cupped my cheek in his large, warm palm, and I leaned into his hand. “I’d rather have your heart.”