Page 69 of The Shadow Fae Rhapsody
This dream version of me has a death wish. She’s still playing their stupid game and she’s determined not to lose.
“I feel bad, Nel,” Dream Svenn says, raking a hand through his hair. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
Oh no…
Let’s just let him win, all right?I want to tell her. She’s thinking the same thing. But our decision comes a little too late when we both see the dangerous glint in his eyes. Dream Nel tries to crawl away, but he grabs her ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed. She falls flat on her face on the mattress and I can feel her panicking.
A gasp escapes her lips as his large figure engulfs her tiny one.
“You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” he asks with a seductive drawl before ripping the back of her dress.
“Svenn!” she screams his name, glaring back furiously. It’s not very threatening when she’s lying face down on the mattress, with her backside completely bare to him. He uses one part of her shredded night gown to tie her hands behind her back, another to cover her eyes.
A shiver goes through me as I watch Dream Nel being pinned down to the bed, tied, and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. We were so focused on winning we didn’t think there would be consequences to our lie.
He pauses for a moment, marveling at her silently. “This is an exquisite look on you, Nel.”
There he goes again with that tender look. The kind that tells me that I’m the one winning, the kind that says I have his heart. Too bad Dream Nel can’t see this gentler side of him in her position. I can feel that she is beyond terrified. He peppers kisses on her nape down to her shoulder blade and spine.
His thumb pushes her lips apart, and he slides his fingers into her mouth.
“This pretty mouth that can’t admit defeat,” he mutters cruelly. Her pleas turn into nonsensical mutterings because he is holding her tongue between his knuckles.
She tries to get up, tries to run away from him despite her hands tied behind her back. I see the wicked amusement on his face as he watches my dream version’s desperate attempt to escape. Dream Nel looks so pitiful in that state, I just want to hug her. She manages to get on her knees.
I clasp my mouth in horror.
Oh no…
That only succeeds in putting herself in a better position for him to claim her. My heart thuds violently in my chest when I glimpse the smile curling his lips. I can almost predict what he is going to do next—cruel Svenn takes hold of her raised hips and thrusts into her to the hilt in one thrust.
A strangled sort of sound escapes both our lips. I can’t stop the tidal wave of pleasure that slams into me without warning.
Heavens above…
He starts thrusting into her mercilessly, fingers digging into her hips. Another tortured whimper leaves her throat—my throat.
His hand fists her hair, pressing her head to the mattress. She squeezes her eyes closed, biting the bedsheet to ride out the blinding pleasure. My body races towards another release when he hits that sweet spot.
Oh gods, oh gods.
A kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind my eyes as pleasure floods every inch of my body. I’ve been coming non-stop that my body feels weightless.
I give up.
“Imcoming,” my dream version finally admits, writhing and squirming helplessly on the mattress.
“I didn’t quite catch that.” His voice has gone as rough as his thrusts. “What is it, Nel?”
“IsaidImcoming,” Dream Nel mumbles desperately.
“It sounds like your elven just got worse than mine,” he murmurs, licking her neck. “I won’t understand it unless you say it clearly.”
This cruel man is pretending not to hear her. How can she talk right when she barely has air in her lungs?
He eases the pressure off her head, only to grapple her bound arms as he pistons into her harder.
Heavens above… This feels so good. I’m going crazy.
