[NSFW 21+] Collection #2 | Post 03 - When there's no servants to clean up the mess... (Patreon)

Spice Collection #2 - Post #3 - a deleted/extended scene from book 6 👀

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Deleted scene, ref: book 6 chapter 41 - the book was getting long at this point so I omitted/shorted this scene.. Enjoy!

The house was quiet and we rested together on the velvet daybed in the library. Overcast sunlight shone through the stained glass window, bringing in rich dappled light that made me feel at peace. Nathaniel lay on his back reading, while I laid cuddled against his bare chest. Tracing my finger tips along the contour of his muscles, I tracked the steady rise and fall of his breath. 

He was the most beautiful thing I had ever known. With his deep green eyes and soft lips that lured me in, I never stood a chance. Gently, I kissed his chest and suckled on his throat, leaving marks where I pleased. It didn’t bother him. Holding his book in one hand and petting my hair with the other he was content.

Slowly, I pushed open his shirt. Undoing the buttons one by one, I kissed down his sternum and breathed in the fresh scent of his skin, how he always smelt like something to bite, I will never know. When I reached his stomach his muscles tightened and I smiled against them, my hair was tickling him. 

I took my time as I travelled for his waistband and kissed down the line from hip to belt before nestling my face into the seam of his trousers. Nathaniel squirmed then, opening his legs fractionally wider as I kissed him through the thick fabric. I nibbled at the buttons holding his pants closed, and smiled to myself when he squirmed again.  

“Let me take your pants off…” I breathed, I hated that he hadn’t put his book down yet. Surely he couldn’t still be paying more attention to ink on a page than to me?

“Do what you like,” he answered as if he didn’t care and mild irritation prickled the back of my neck.

If he wanted to play at ignoring me, I would make sure he couldn’t. I undid the buttons with my teeth and kissed his inner thighs as I slid his pants down. He was tight against his underwear, and I tore them out of my way gladly to get to what I wanted. 

I pressed slow, deliberate kisses from base to tip, and smiled when his breath stopped. He could pretend all he wanted, I was going to make him cum and we both knew it. I sucked on the tip, tracing my tongue around it before taking him in deeper. A soft groan escaped him, and I held his thigh down when his hips pressed upward involuntarily. He still hadn’t put the book down. 

“Eiríkr…” he sighed my name and I shivered. 

His hand tightened in my hair and when he began to rock his hips upward to thrust into my mouth I knew I’d won. I closed my eyes to concentrate, shifting uncomfortably when a soft groan from the base of his throat made me too hard too quickly. I almost couldn’t focus.

“Uh, careful…” he murmured and I felt him start to twitch. 

I braced myself in preparation. Giving him the space to thrust as he wanted, I stopped moving to let him finish. Cool liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed obediently until I couldn’t anymore. I coughed as I choked for the first time in longer than I could remember and creamy white residue spilled down my chin. It dribbled from my lips as I tried to regather my thoughts, and Nathaniel, tilted my face up to look at him, “I told you to be careful~” he taunted. At least he’d put the book down. 

My breath shallowed as I stared up at his perfect, beautiful, irritating, smug expression and I turned ferral, “Fuck me too…” 

The words came out so desperate they trembled, I would have mounted him anyway he wanted. No one made me choke. I needed him to fill me, now. 

Shivering with need, I fumbled to undo my pants and when he pressed two fingers onto my mouth, I kissed them like I was starving. In moments he had me under him. My thighs rested either side of his waist and my ankles locked behind him. He kissed me like the taste of his residue wasn’t still in the back of my throat and I moaned into his mouth with every thrust. When he finished in me I saw stars, “I- lo-ve you-“ I sighed the syllables earnestly. 

There’s nothing more dangerous than telling this man he’s loved. He had me again on the rug before we left the room, and again in the hall at the top of the stairs. I lay on my back in a puddle of his pleasure, and whimpered with every new thrust. Humans need more of a break in between, but this Fae could keep up. He made me finish over myself and kept going. My breathless cries echoed down the hall. 

If anyone walked in, Nathaniel and I would be the first thing they saw up the stairs in full view. I tried not to think about that, I couldn’t stop now for anything. I needed his thrusts, the unnatural cold flood of his pleasure filling me, more than I needed dignity or air. 

When we finished for the third time, I lay dazed staring upside down at the front door. Nathaniel kissed my throat with feather softness and I closed my eyes for the sensation of comfort it brought me. “Are you okay?” He murmured against my skin. 

“Mm~ Are you?” I teased, “You’re the one doing all the work, I just have to take it.” 

His lips curled into an entertained smile, “And you take it very well~”

I snorted out a small laugh and pushed his face away, “Arrogant. I hope you know, since I can no longer walk, that you’re the one that has to clean all this up.”

Nathaniel smiled, taking a moment to softly kiss my shoulder, “Or I could just leave the proof that you’re mine for everyone to see?” 

“You’re not funny…” I complained, but willingly accepted it when he moved to kiss me again.

With my hands tangled into his hair, and his tongue on mine, I forgot what I was complaining about.

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