Page 38 of The Incubus's Angel
“Do you have a favorite side you like to sleep on?” I ask, ignoring the tingle of nerves sweeping through my body.
Ren goes to adjust his glasses, only to find them in his hand. He places them on the chest of drawers before turning back to me with a lopsided smile. “I usually don’t have guests over and just kind of sleep in the middle.”
“Oh, okay. Well, uhm, should I just… I mean… I could…” I gesture in the general direction of the stairs, unsure of what to do right now.
Ren stalks over to me in long, sure strides and tips my chin up to meet his affectionate eyes. “I mean, you can pick a side. I don’t mind. I’m not quite tired yet since I’m very well and fully charged,” he says with a cheeky tilt to his mouth. “So you choose what makes you comfortable and I’ll follow your lead.”
“Like a lesson?” I ask in a tiny voice I don’t really recognize.
Ren lifts one shoulder in a shrug as his thumb sweeps gently across my bottom lip. “Sure, if you want to call it that.”
His touch is like a shock of heat to my system, sending a surge of awareness coursing through my body until all that I am is reduced to this single point of contact with his thumb.
I try to tamp down my arousal but by the flare of Ren’s nostrils, he’s definitely clocked it by now.
Ren searches my eyes for a second then says in a gentle voice that brooks no arguments, “Get in bed, Maisie.”
My feet are moving before my mind catches up and I note the satisfied smirk dancing around his lips as he tracks my movements. I scoot over to the other side of the bed and discreetly place my damp panties on the floor next to me with the intent of stuffing them down my dress in the morning when I go back to my uncle and aunt’s cottage. It’s not like I could leave them in the bathroom, and… Maybe it would’ve been better to just keep them there? But then Ren would’ve seen them.
What do you care, Maisie? He’s literally the reason they were wet in the first place, plus he had his fingers in your drenched pussy not too long ago. Fuck, don’t go thinking about that again. Daisies! Think about daisies!
Ren watches me as I get myself situated then cautiously gets into bed next to me. I’m hyperaware of every move he makes as he arranges his head carefully so his horns don’t touch the headboard.
“Do your horns make sleeping in certain positions uncomfortable?” I ask him as I turn onto my side to study his profile. My hands itch to trace his features—that perfectly straight nose, his full lips, and the sharpest jaw I’ve seen in my life. Instead of letting my fingers explore to their heart’s content, I tuck them safely under my head to keep myself from reaching out to do just that.
Ren glances at me from the corner of his eyes, a slightly bemused smile pulling at his lips. “Not really? I don’t know what it would be like without them, so it’s hard to compare.”
I almost hit my own forehead at how silly my question was. “That makes sense. I guess it’s kind of similar to my hair. It’s very thick and unruly so I usually have to sleep with it braided like now. If it’s down I’m scared it’s going to suffocate me in my sleep.”
Ren’s gaze turns devilish and shoots straight down to my pussy. “That not one of your kinks?”
“Ren!” I gasp and push his shoulder with one hand, shocked and unbelievably pleased at this newfound naughty side of him.
He winces playfully and wraps his fingers around my hand. “Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound sorry at all. He’s teasing me and I like it. A lot.
I experimentally turn my hand over and Ren laces our fingers together. It feels so natural and easy to be here with him like this, yet the butterflies from earlier have returned and are swarming my chest in the most exhilarating way.
Feeling like I want to push boundaries a little further, I throw a subtle hint. “I’d like other stuff in my sleep, but suffocation isn’t on my list.”
Ren meets my eyes dead on, intensity burning in his gaze. “Yeah? Want to tell me exactly what you’d like?”
I swallow. “Maybe?”
Squeezing my hand, Ren’s voice gentles. “Come on, angel. Tell me about your fantasies.”
“I… okay,” I say breathily, and shore up my courage to verbalize something I’ve dreamt of but have never been able to explore with a partner. “I think the idea that appeals to me is fully surrendering control to you. I want you to explore my body and read my responses while I’m fast asleep. Then, the dream is that I wake up on the edge of orgasm.”
Ren’s tail curls around my ankle. “Anywhere you wouldn’t feel comfortable to be touched?”
“Anywhere and everywhere is fine. With you, I know I’m safe. I trust you. Completely,” I say with full confidence, feeling the truth of the statement down to my very bones.
Ren brings my hand to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. “That means so much to me. I promise to take good care of you.”
“I know you will,” I say as I snuggle closer. “And don’t feel like you need to do anything to me either. It’s just a fantasy. I’d rather you have a full night’s rest than obsess about ways to give me yet another orgasm.”
Ren’s mouth tips into a wry grin. “I think even in sleep I’m pretty obsessed with everything about you.”
With the way Ren is looking at me right now, combined with that statement, I think he might like me as much as I like him. I think there could actually be something between us. And I think it could be something really special.
