Page 28 of Even Angels fall
Shit. I definitely didn’t think this through.
Oh well, here goes nothing.
“Am I not good enough for you to marry?” I ask.
I don’t know where that question came from, but as I see his face go paler, I realize it might have been my best question.
There’s a knock on his door, and his face turns back to its normal shade.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says before he closes the door between our rooms, surely to go open the other one.
Well, I guess I’ll have to find another way to get his attention.
I wait for whoever came knocking on Elhyor’s door to be gone and put my idea in practice.
I probably should try to read the media key Ariël gave me, but I don’t want to make it look like it was just a ruse to get Elhyor into my room.
Itwas just a ruse, but no one needs to know that, especially Elhyor.
By the time I hear his door close, I make sure my main door is locked and the one between our rooms is still open.
I’ve never done what I am about to do, and somehow it thrills me.
Well, actually, I’ve done it plenty of times under my shower,I think as I slip my hand inside my panties.
It’s just that I never had an audience before—even if it’s not an audience who is aware he is going to listen to me.
I close my eyes and let my imaginary fantasy take over in my mind as I plunge a finger inside my pussy to wet it before I rub my clit.
A second finger joins the first, and all I can hear in the room is the wet sound of my fingers and my breath getting shallower.
I keep imagining my perfect man, and as my first moan escapes me, I realize he’s changed.
He still has his perfect white-blond hair, and I can still drown inside the golden hue of his eyes… but where he had perfectly smooth skin, he’s now sporting a very short beard that I’m dying to scratch and tattoos all over his torso…
Tattoos that I very much would like to lick.
By the time I realize I might have added a bit of Elhyor to my own fantasy, I’m a panting mess, and it’s his name I moan softly when I come.
15
Elhyor
Am I not good enough for you to marry?Her words ring in my mind as I open my door.
I know who it is.
Brice. I could have strangled him earlier when he interrupted me, but I could kiss him now.
He saved me from answering that awful question. I hate it. The question, of course, but also the slight edge she had when she asked. That uncertainty in her eyes, I felt it deep in my bones. It was like a plea and a prayer all in a single question.
But the question isn’t that simple, though.
Do I want her?
No.
Yes.
