Page 105 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
But I’m not that evil.
I keep moving my hand smoothly up and down his shaft. An answering moan resounds deep in his throat. “Fuck.”
A thrill of satisfaction courses through my veins over seeing him so undone by my touch. I stroke him faster, trying to get him to make that sound again.
“Nel,” he rasps, sounding more beast than man. I feel that strangled sound straight in my core. He thrusts his hips forward into my hand.
“Behave,” I order him the way he did to me in that dream.
“I’m trying to. I can’t help it.” His voice is thick and raspy with need. “Your hand is… so soft.”
Sunlight bursts into the dim shed. I realize then Svenn has gripped the wall so hard, he’s punched holes through the woods with his fingers.
“Nel, I’m going to … please—” he grunts, breathing harshly against my shoulder.
His eyes are begging me for something—to stop or to continue… but I just watch in awe the effect I have on him. I want to tease him longer, but I don’t think this old shed will survive. His jaw clenches when I stroke him faster, increasing the intensity and tightness of my grip. I use my other hand to play with the tip.
Suddenly, his muscle tense and he closes his eyes, tilting his head back.
A small string of curses leave his lips as his knees buckle and his body convulses. He comes on my hand in jerking spurts.
His body sags down and he rests his weight on me. I press my lips to his neck, licking his salty skin as he continues to shudder. Before it becomes too much for me, he takes a step back, staggering on his feet. His eyes shutter and I see the deep rise and fall of his chest.
I look at my hand and remind myself that I did that.
I did that to him.
When he opens his eyes again, my breath hitches.
A strange expression plays on his face. Svenn looks like I’ve completely wrecked him. I let the water wash away the evidence of his arousal on my hand and innocently wipe the remaining on the side of my nightgown. “We’re even.”
Svenn is watching me, his eyes darkening with unhinged lust. He crosses the little distance between us and leans over to me.
“Rhianelle Wiolant…” he says my name slowly, almost as if he’s tasting it, savoring it on his tongue. “You’ve ruined me.”
It’s a whisper I almost don’t catch.
I shiver at the feel of his breath on my skin. Then I feel something hard, pressing against my stomach.
His length—it still hasn’t calmed down. If anything, it’s erected and appears stiffer than before. My hand reaches for it again before Svenn snatches my wrist.
“Nel, no more,” he warns, clenching his jaw. “Unless you want to be fucked against this washroom wall.”
My heart beats out of rhythm at the threat.
He narrows his dark eyes to me. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you right here, right now against this wall.”
The shower has turned cold and yet it fails to douse the burning passion I have for him.
He slams my wrists to the wall, pinning them there with his hands. Before I can say another word, he captures my mouth with his. His tongue thrusts into mine in deep, punishing strokes. A desperate whimper escapes me, the helpless sound driving him wild.
This started with me having somewhat control over him. I’ve lost all of that now. But there is pleasure in this sweet surrender. I melt into the kiss, into him. He loosens the hold on my wrist only to interlace our fingers together.
It’s torturing me that I can’t hold him. I fight against my restraint for more, arching my body, but his hold on my hands remains firm. So I do the only thing I can do. I kiss him back with fervor, giving everything I have. He keeps branding me with his mouth and I relish in this decadent taste of him.
Svenn slowly pulls away from me. Our eyes lock in a hazy daze.
This thing between us feels raw and vulnerable. I don’t think he’ll honor the promise he made earlier about waiting. I don’t think I would either.
