Page 71 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
As fast as I can, like the devil is on my heel to collect my life. Usually, Dream Svenn would give me a head start. It’s part of the play of his sadistic cat-and-mouse game. But not tonight.
I don’t make it past the door before he pulls me back and slams me against the wall.
Svenn, help!
But the person I’m calling for is standing in front of me.
“Get away from me!” I hate the tremor in my voice.
“You’re too fucking adorable when you’re angry and confused,” he says, caging me to the wall with his body.
I plant my palms on his chest, trying to push him away. “Who are you? What do you want?”
A shadow of hurt flashes in his eyes over my question. “I’ll give you a hint if you kiss me.”
What?
He’s insane and unhinged. But I’m desperate for answers. I rise to my toes and brush my lips quickly against his jaw.
He sucks on a tooth. “No, not like that.”
His head lowers down to whisper in my ear. “On the lips, the same way you would kiss your lover.”
I bite my inner cheeks and glare at him.
Lover?
Stupid Dream Svenn.
Other than that painful one time I don’t even want to remember, I’ve never truly been with anyone other than my husband. There is simply no other lover.
I just have Svenn.
And this evil dream version of him wants… a kiss?
My breath catches when he hovers close to me, watching me expectantly. He physically looks so much like Svenn that I’m actually tempted to do it.
“All you want is a kiss?” I ask him.
“Yes.” His perfect lips slowly curve into a crooked smile.
I pause to stare at him. I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.
He releases a sigh after the momentary wait. “Put your arms around my neck, stick out your tongue—”
“I know how to kiss!” I say, dismissing his silly instruction.
“Then go on. Do it,” he challenges with a smirk.
This version of evil Svenn… I have never wanted a kiss a man so much and stab him at the time.
Fine.
I hold my breath and brush my lips against his. It starts as the lightest of caresses, but it doesn’t take long before his kiss grows deep, urgent, like he is trying to galvanize his soul to mine. A soft whimper escapes me as he feasts on my mouth.
This feels familiar. The searing sensation of his mouth warring with mine. He feels familiar.
Svenn?
