Page 104 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
I can do this.
I may have little experience, but I channel the bravery of all the girls I read in Blaire’s books.
“At the clearing in Ironwick, I told you I have all those dreams about us…” I pause, clearing my throat.
Guilt emerges in his eyes, thinking he had done something terrible to me in those dreams.
Technically, he did.
“What is it?” he asks softly.
I’m not brave enough to pull out that last dream where Dream Svenn confessed he’s the bond.
“It’s your turn now. Look at what you did to me there, Svenn,” I say, drawing his face close to mine.
He doesn’t fight my pull as he closes his eyes and nudges my forehead.
I show him one of the lighter scenes where Dream Svenn flies me to one of those faerie glass houses. How I lost a bet with him and he made me wear a lewd white swimsuit. How he made love to me in front of the mirror glass and forced me to look at my face while I came over and over.
I let Svenn see everything, let him know how cruel he can be in my dreams. I stop the vision and pull away to look at my Svenn.
He seems nothing short of startled as he runs a hand over his face. But when his eyes lower to me again, they morph into something else. My heart trembles as I look at them.
They’re burning with pure hunger.
“That was your dream of us?” he asks huskily.
I nod without shame.
The heat in his gaze becomes almost palpable, raising the temperature in his room.
I inhale a deep breath. I need to compose myself if I want to pull this off.
“You said I get to repay whatever your dream version did to me in my dream,” I say softly.
“I did,” he admits. I hear the effort he’s putting to sound calm.
“Hands on the wall, Svenn,” I command quietly.
I furrow my brows, just in case he thinks I’m not being serious.
Svenn stares at me in silence. Then he presses his lips tight, as if he’s suppressing a smile, but he does as he is told.
“You can’t touch me no matter what I do,” I announce my rule.
“Don’t worry, Nel. I have more restraint than to dishonor you by fucking you in a public washroom,” he promises.
Restraint…
I know Svenn wants to be noble by saying that, but it sounds like a challenge to me.
When I take him in my hand again, Svenn’s breath hitches at the touch. I squeeze and jerk him in a slow rhythm, taking my time. His breathing turns harsh and rough, filling the space. I feel him thickening with every stroke.
He heaves heavily. “God fucking damn it.”
Svenn is huge and I’m not entirely certain if what I’m doing is right. But the anguished noises and reactions from him fuel my confidence.
I give him another caress, teasing the sensitive underside. It must feel good because his mouth falls open and he groans again. He closes his eyes at the sensation. If I were cruel, I’d tell him to keep them open.
