Page 41 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
“You can tell me. I can keep a secret,” I promise, drawing closer to him.
He leans in to whisper, his warm breath tickling my skin. “What do you want to know, Nel?”
Goosebumps erupt all over me and my body trembles at the sudden rush of sensation. My heart starts beating absurdly fast when his large hand slides around my waist, pulling me close.
“Shall I tell you about the dark thoughts I have at night? The things I want to do to you?” I suck in a harsh breath as his scuffed jaw grazes on my neck. “Shall I tell you how you drive me insane?”
He’s so close that I have to breathe through my nose to avoid inhaling his scent. Because I know that if I do…
“Svenn…” I try to pull away, but not only does he hold me tighter, I somehow end up in his cradle. He does it so casually, yet there is nothing casual in the way he makes me feel. My heart does several more backflips.
“Perhaps it’s best if I show it to you, Nel.” His voice roughens. He doesn’t sound like himself.
“Show me what?” I blow out a quick breath. I don’t sound like myself either.
His dark eyes train on my breasts, then lower and lower until they turn molten. “How I made you come all over my tongue with my name on your lips?”
I whimper at the promise. My body tenses waiting for him to touch me more, my thighs clenching together in anticipation.
More.
But the promise doesn’t come. Svenn pulls away and I shiver at the loss of warmth.
He chuckles to himself. “Oh wait, it’s your turn.”
What?
I stare at him and glare…
“A secret for a secret.” He laughs. This cruel man laughs.
That’s a jerk move… But two can play that game.
I lick my lips, achingly aware of how he follows the movement. “I dream of you.”
I regret it the moment the secret slips from my mouth.
An arrogant smirk graces his face. “That is to be expected.”
He must have read the subtle change in my expression because an austere look takes over his face. “Was it a bad dream?”
I look to the ground because I don’t know how to even begin to describe what I experienced.
It’s too weird, not to mention, embarrassing. I feel like I should tell Svenn of the dark games we play in my dreams, that I met a version of him in there that is scary. I call him Dream Svenn. I should tell him how the dreams feel so real that sometimes I want to cry.
“Nel, what’s wrong? Tell me,” Svenn asks, his face and his voice stern. “Did I hurt you in there?”
I quickly shake my head. “You didn’t hurt me, but you were… mean.”
Cruel.
Just as I say that I am slammed with the memory of one of the dreams. Dream Svenn brought me to a forest, forced me to run, then made love to me senseless in the open. I feel a tingle of arousal from the mere recollection of that encounter.
Svenn’s pupils constrict as he meets my gaze. His expression turns from concerned into something dark and possessive. It’s like he wants to reach into my dreams and destroy the evil version of him.
“Nel…Whatever I did to you in those dreams, feel free to take it out on me here.”
I start to laugh. “It’s just a dream. My own imagination.”
