Page 59 of The Female

Gray smiles, his hand trailing up my leg. “My presence in your mind takes that ability from you. I’m controlling every aspect here, including how you look.”

My lips twitch. I’m relieved he hasn’tchosento remove the features he doesn’t like.

“Would you like me to look at your body and fix it? It’ll be quick,” he asks, squeezing my thigh. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Does he mean leaving my dream to look at my sleeping body? The excited gleam in his eye answers that question for me, yet despite how weird it is, I find myself sayingyes.

If I’m going to be feeding him, I’d like to do it in my own body.

Gray’s smile softens, his eyes slipping shut as he bends and kisses the skin directly below my belly button. I gulp, nervous about how close his face is to my sex, but he’s gone before I can move away.

Alone once more, I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my legs around them. Gray didn’t give me my clothing back, but I don’t bother covering myself up.

The real-life him is probably entering my bedroom right now, his footsteps light as he creeps toward my bed. I’m not sure how he plans to do this without waking me, but I figure he has ways to keep me asleep.

It’s what incubi are known for. Sneaky dream fuckers.

I shiver and squeeze my legs as a cold breeze suddenly covers my skin. It’s weird, and I let out an audible gasp as I feel hands on my body. Is that Gray?

I release and stretch out my legs in shock, speechless as my skin changes before my very eyes. The adjustments are minor, and a slight tingling sensation spreads through me as my body hair changes and my blemishes begin to appear.

I smile as the warmth from his hands traces a large scar on my thigh, the touch feather light. It’s gone seconds later, replaced by a tight hold on my hips. Despite the intimacy of the action, I don’t feel uncomfortable as the soft tingles begin to spread across my back.

The sensation fades just before the hands are removed, and the cool chill that came over my body also disappears. I assume it’s due to him covering the real me with my sheets, and I take it as a sign to slip under his and wait for his return.

Gray doesn’t disappoint, reappearing on the bed mere seconds later.

He crawls over me with a smile, his clothing disappearing as he pulls back the sheet I’ve hidden under and slides beneath it.

“We can stay covered if you prefer,” he says, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. I feel myself blush as he pushes my hair behind my ear. It’s a gesture I’m learning to associate with him.

“Do you feel better?” he asks. “I hope you don’t mind, but I adjusted your position in bed. You were all twisted about, and it looked uncomfortable.”

I’ve always been bad about my sleeping positions, and I frequently wake with back and hip pain. It’s not fun, and I’m glad Gray took it upon himself to adjust me.

I shift under the sheets, painfully aware of how close his naked body is to mine. He promised he wouldn’t do anything beyond touching me with his mouth and hands, and as much as I want to trust him, a small part of me is still scared.

I shudder as he touches my waist, his fingers wrapping around my hip bone and pressing into my back. He wastes no time trailing them lower, grazing outside my thigh before reaching my knee and pausing.

My body is rigid with anxiety. Am I supposed to touch him back? I don’t even know how.

Gray’s eyes soften as he senses my fear, his face nearing mine before he kisses me. I relax, happy to have something to focus on that isn’t his wandering hands.

My body warms as he leans over me and deepens the kiss. A quiet moan slips from his lips as I lift my head and press against him. He’s quick to reciprocate, his chest lowering onto mine before he begins to move his hand once more.

His actions are teasing, his fingertips running up and down the inside of my thigh. They trail a little higher each time before infuriatingly dropping back to my knee.

I thought the point of this was to get me off. Isn’t he supposed to touch me for that to happen?

My core clenches as I spread my legs to give him more room. His lips twitch against mine before he drags his hand to the apex of my thighs. It feels good, and my hips jerk toward him on their own accord.

Gray seems to enjoy it as he groans and buries his face in my neck.

Some of his lust slips out as he runs his pointer finger along my slit, but he pulls back on it almost immediately.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

I pull my neck out of his mouth’s reach.

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