Page 78 of Kiss and Spell

Ursula turned back to Xavier. He’d stayed where she left him, by the sink, waiting for her. Their eyes met. Fire hissed beneath her skin. After tonight, he’d haunt her dreams for months, maybe years after he returned to the Realm. Ursula knew in her heart she’d rather be haunted by Xavier than return to her dreamless sleep. The longer she stared at him, the more she realized a single truth. He’d ruin her for any other man, but no other man would do for her. Ever.

So be it. Let her be ruined.

“Remember at the party when you asked me about my underwear?” Ursula asked softly.

He said nothing but slowly nodded.

“Well, you were right.”

Ursula whipped the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. He rocked back on his heels, his eyes widening in astonishment. She put her hands on her hips and posed like the models on the plus-size lingerie site she loved to browse. It wasn’t every day you showed a fae prince your underwear set. Silently she gave herself directions. Chest up. Chin out. Take a breath and hold it. Mercy. Xavier crossed the entire space in four strides until he stood before her. She kept repeating in her head in a pep talk.

You’re a badass chick. You’re a badass chick in matching lace underwear.

She could only imagine what she looked like. Big boobs. Moderate waist. Mermaid thighs that touched and overlapped. Xavier was looking at her as if she were the last bite of birthday cake. Perfection. That pure desire on his face nearly made her want to look away, but she stared back. How long had it been since she’d been wanted like this? Too long. Far too long. He blinked, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. All the tension in his body drained away.

The formality drained out of him, too.

“I need to see all of you, please,” he said in a strained voice.

Ursula felt a surge of power at his plea. She unhooked her bra and rolled her panties off her hips, down her legs, and kicked them away.

Xavier went over to the vase on the table and plucked a single rose from the arrangement. A gasp escaped her as her mind raced with possibilities of what was about to happen. With a snap of his fingers, he carefully de-thorned the stem. He got close enough that she could see herself in his glasses’ reflection. She saw herself flush, ready for his touch. His head tilted to the side and his tongue played on his bottom lip.

His eyes flashed with promise and a hint of restraint. He held up the rose before her. “May I?”

She nodded. “Do what you will, Your Highness.”

He traced the rosebud against the side of her face. “Close your eyes. Be still.”

She did as he requested, plunging herself into near darkness. All she felt was the tight petals brush her skin. The rosebud eased down her cheek to her neck, her shoulders, and down the valley between her breasts. Blood rushed from her fingertips to her toes, leaving her giddy. The slow trail he made over her bare body filled her with delightful eagerness. Her breath came out in slow, needy pants. It brushed against her slowly, sending wide ripples of desire that bounced throughout her body. Every part of her was conscious of where the cool flower touched her. The air heated. If he didn’t hurry, she was going to pass out from sheer want.

He leaned in, his uneven breathing feeling enjoyably hot on her ear. “Pretend I’m exploring you now.”

Ursula let her mind play. He traveled the rounded curve of her breast. It was his hand that caressed her sensitive nipple, which was increasingly getting hard with every passing second. It was his hand that slid down her belly and to the swell of her hips. It was his hand that was spreading and teasing her—

Wait, that was him. Her eyes snapped open. She looked down to see him stroking her slick flesh. The rosebud had been discarded to the table, replaced with his steady hand. Finally. She moaned softly as his fingers made slow circles that made everything whirl. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air.

Each gentle move was a single command. Get ready for me.

He didn’t need to tell her twice. She’d been waiting for him for longer than she wanted to admit. For days. For weeks. Forever. Pleasant jolts went through Ursula as he increased his motions. More. She needed more. She went to touch him on his cheek, but he stopped her with a quick kiss to her wrist.

“You’ll have your time soon, Madame,” he said with a roguish smile. “Let me have my fun.”

With that, he got on his knees and went to work destroying her with the swirl of his tongue. A shudder went through her body as Xavier licked and teased her. His beard tickled her inner thighs as he stroked her with his mouth. Her hands gripped his ears and held him right there where the heat grew and built into an inferno that was getting out of control. She breathed in his natural cologne of free wildflowers, musk, and sweet heat. His hands dug into her as he held her still. Ursula was getting closer… closer and—then she let out a strangled cry as she came, fierce and quick. His hands slowed and he whispered against her skin, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thigh. She shivered in the aftermath, but the desire wasn’t done with her.

It had been appeased but was still there, greedy for more from her, from him.

Ursula lingered in the space between pleasure and loss, between yearning and fulfillment. She could get there again if he was willing to just keep going and keep licking and keep teasing her. If he just kept touching. Desire that she’d let famish for so long was close to being fed and it was demanding to feast.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she pleaded. She’d been satiated, but not satisfied.

“Let’s get you there.” He returned his mouth and tongue back to the apex of her thighs.

Her second release came in long, surrendering moans. Heart hammering in her ears, Ursula’s legs buckled underneath her, but Xavier held her up.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I won’t let you fall.”

She looked down at Xavier on his knees before her. I need to see you as you were made. “My turn,” Ursula said. “Clothes. Off. Now.”