Chapter 10 #2
“Your body? Maybe. But your heart? I doubt it,” I teased. “I hate to break it to you, Your Majesty, but I don’t think what you felt for all those women was love. Infatuation, maybe? Flitting attraction? Lust, most likely. All are fun things to feel, but they aren’t love.”
“Oh, my darling Maren, if only I could take you to bed with me, I’d show you how strong my love could be. With my cock inside you and my hands on you, you’d have no choice but to fall in love with me too.”
His words were utterly ridiculous, of course.
But his voice...
His voice was inescapable. And now, Kye was the tempting, flirty siren once again, luring me into the tantalizing depths of what could never be.
Thrill zapped through me, and I didn’t even try to resist the feeling. I loved the sultry smile in his voice, the way his mood shifted from despair to seduction, the way the air felt lighter around me, sparkling with his magic that I could almost touch and taste.
“Tell me, Kye, what would you do to me if you could touch me?” I asked softly.
He sucked in a breath. Did I surprise him? If so, his shock didn’t leave him speechless for long.
“Oh, my pretty little temptress,” he crooned in a voice that flowed through me in a warm wave of effervescence. “You have no idea what you’re asking of me.”
But I did. I really hoped that I did.
And I wanted it.
If Kye was an ordinary human whom I met in a hotel or at a convention somewhere back in my world, I had no doubt we would’ve spent a night together.
I’d never been so intrigued by a man before, or so drawn to one.
I wouldn’t have passed on the chance to be with him if only out of a curiosity about this attraction.
“If I could touch you,” he said, his voice dropping low, “I would knock down that fucking screen that separates you from me. Then I’d tear away your covers. Then... That reminds me, what are you wearing, sweetheart?”
“Oh...” I exhaled, suddenly breathless. “Um...nothing.”
Nights were warm in the glass palace. After wearing a long nightgown on my first night here, I got tired of untangling my legs from its long skirt and never wore it again.
He groaned, “Oh, Maren. I’ve been memorizing every single part of your body for days now. I know exactly how your skin glows in the sunshine, how the water droplets glisten in your hair, and how your nipples pebble in the ocean. And now, I know you’re lying naked under your covers too.”
My nipples were pretty much pebbled right now too. The light sheet I used for a cover suddenly seemed too hot, and I subtly kicked it down the bed. Now I was lying completely naked in his bedroom, even if completely invisible to him behind the screen.
The siren call continued from behind the screen. Kye’s deep, velvety voice flowed through the room like a dark undercurrent, beautiful but likely filled with hidden danger.
“The image of every part of you is imprinted in my mind, darling. I may not be able to touch you, but in my imagination, I have caressed, licked, and kissed all of you.”
“You have?” I breathed out, lifting a hand to my chest.
My heart fluttered behind my ribs, just like the butterfly that he kept calling me.
“If I could touch you,” he murmured, “I wouldn’t climb under the covers with you. I’d rip them off, then I’d kneel at your bed. Do you know why?”
“Why?” I bit my lip, running a finger along my collarbone, then down between my naked breasts.
“Because no matter how much I look at you, I need more,” he said. “I’d spread you on the bed for me and feast my eyes on you.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine his “feasting” stare on me.
I’d caught him looking at me many times during the day.
The usual calm indifference of his shimmering gaze always changed whenever it landed on my body.
His glances had been hot but often flitting.
Now I imagined him looking at me naked while taking in every part of my body, devouring me with his eyes.
Desire rolled through me in a tingling swell, bringing to life every nerve in my body. I craved to be touched.
“I’d kiss your lips first,” the siren’s voice floated gently over me, its rumble tuning into purr.
“You have no idea, sweetheart, how much I wish to kiss you. It really hurts at times how much I long for you. Your smart, petulant mouth was made to be kissed deeply and often. I’d take my time savoring you, finding your tongue with mine and feasting on your moans. ”
I’d never heard a man talk like that. The yearning in his voice seeped into my chest. I needed his touch or I feared I’d die.
I stroked my lips with my fingers, imagining it was his mouth caressing me. I slipped a finger into my mouth, pretending that was his tongue. It was a poor substitute for what I imagined his kiss would truly feel like, but his voice made up for the lost sensations.
My body hummed with lust. My breasts tingled. My nipples pebbled so hard, I nearly cried out in pleasure, rolling them between my fingers.
“I would taste you everywhere,” the impossible man behind the screen crooned.
“That spot just behind your ear where your hair forms a soft little curl. That place on the side of your neck where the echo of your heart flutters under your skin. That birthmark shaped like a cute little bean just below your navel. And the inside of your thighs where I know your skin would be soft and sensitive to the touch of my lips. Then...Then, my precious, tormenting temptation, I’d dive deeper and plunge my tongue into your sweet, wet pussy because you would be wet for me, my luscious butterfly, wouldn’t you? ”
Fuck, I was wet already. My clit throbbed so hard and hot, it ached as my fingers stroked every single spot he named. I marveled how much he had learned about my body, even if only visually of course.
Finally, I slipped my hand between my legs. A burst of pleasure spread through me at the contact, and I failed to stop a moan from escaping my throat.
Kye’s voice halted abruptly, and I stilled. My body shook with need, but I didn’t dare to make another sound.
Did he hear me?
Did he know what I was doing while hidden from him behind the screen?
“Maren?” he said my name in a low, raspy voice, and it sounded much closer than if he were still in his bed.
The screen tilted under a powerful shove, then righted itself, and...turned to glass. In a single touch, my shield turned transparent, leaving me exposed to his burning stare.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Kye groaned.
He stood on the other side of the screen, both hands splayed on the glass, his eyes greedily devouring my body. His hard cock stood upright, trapped between the glass and his chiseled abs.
Caught red-handed, I yanked my hand away and sat up.
“Kye, I...” I flustered, reaching for the top sheet.
“Don’t,” he begged. “Please, don’t cover up. And please, please don’t stop.”
He moved his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his engorged shaft. The sight of him like that sent another shiver of desire through me. Heat throbbed between my legs, urging me to finish what I’d started.
“Show me how you like being touched,” he asked, sliding his hand up his hard length.
The glass around us reflected the blue shadows of the night and the green darkness of the ocean beneath the floor.
Moonlight highlighted the ripples on the water, casting an eerie glow through the room.
This place always felt surreal, but at night, it looked like it could be the setting of either a beautiful dream or a most horrible nightmare.
I felt trapped in a bubble of glass and shadows. But as long as Kye kept looking at me like that, I didn’t mind staying exactly where I was.
Turning to face him, I slowly opened my legs, allowing him to see all of me.
“Fuck.” He licked his lips, then turned sideways a little, demonstrating the impressive length of his erect cock.
“Do you see this, my pretty little vixen?” He slid his thumb along the upper side of his shaft.
A raised bump rolled under his thumb all the way from the base of his massive member to its crown.
“It’s called ‘a ripple,’ and it would rub against that swollen little bud of your pleasure if I fucked you, driving you mad with desire. ”
I imagined it all, just as he said it. I envisioned him fucking me, his dick sliding inside me, the “ripple” rubbing against my clit... And I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped my hand between my legs again, nearly screaming from the onslaught of pleasure at my touch.
“Come here. Come closer,” Kye beckoned.
And I couldn’t resist his call. Getting off the bed, I came flush with the glass. My nipples pressed to the cool surface, sending a wave of a new titillating sensation through my body.
Kye splayed his hands on the glass on the other side of the screen. Warmth from his large palms seeped through the glass to my chest, and I realized this was as close as I would ever get to feeling his touch.
I leaned my forehead against the screen, savoring our closeness.
“Touch yourself,” he implored in a hoarse whisper. “Do it for me, sweetheart.”
I glanced down to find his hand pressed to the glass right against the spot where my body throbbed for him the strongest. He was so close, only the glass separated us.
“One finger or two?” he asked with a slanted grin, his eyebrow arched in question.
His fingers were already positioned in just the right way to slip inside me if there was no glass between us.
“Oh, my God...” I moaned, imagining those strong, long fingers playing with me in earnest.
“One or two, Maren?” he demanded relentlessly.
I swallowed against my dry throat. “Two. Please.”
“What a brave girl you are,” he murmured approvingly, curling two fingers up slightly, then sliding them gently against the glass, right over my swollen clit.
I closed my eyes, imagining him entering me while I slid my own fingers inside me. Desire surged higher. My inner muscles clenched.
“Show me,” he rasped on the other side of the glass. “Show me how wet you are.”
I jerked my fingers out of me and pressed them to the glass, leaving a glistening smudge of my arousal on the clear surface right across from his face.
“Fuck,” he growled with a pained expression, then dragged his tongue along the glass, as if trying to lick off the wet streak I had left on my side of the screen.
I sucked in a breath, releasing it with a moan I no longer cared to hide. His fingers clenched around his cock. The glide of his hand turned jerky. I rubbed my clit, feeling like I could come in seconds. I hadn’t even realized how much I needed this. How much I wanted him.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “I need you to look at me when you come. When I come too...”
I wanted to tell him that I never came with my eyes open, but the words fluttered out of my head the moment he raised his left hand to my face, curling it gently as if to cup my cheek.
“If I could touch you, I’d fuck you so hard, my darling,” he gritted through his teeth, panting through the grip of desire on his throat.
“I would make you come around my cock, then lap my seed off you like a starving dog, and make you come again and again until you forget everything and everyone but me.”
“Yes...I’m...” I gasped as my pleasure crested.
The intense, sweet sensation spread through me, blinding me to everything but his eyes fixed on me. My lips parted with a whimpering moan from the pleasure too strong to bear in silence.
As if he’d been waiting for me before allowing himself to go undone, Kye’s jaw tightened, his eyelids fluttered, and he let go too. He didn’t hold back in his pleasure, unrestrained and unapologetic about the sounds he made. His growls grew into roars, booming under the high ceiling.
Then I heard a melodious clinking against the glass. Instead of the “seed” that Kye had mentioned earlier, clear, sparkling crystals bounced on the floor around his feet.
Did they just come out of his body?
“Are those...” I started, unsure how to formulate my question.
“Diamonds,” he finished for me with a blissful smile. “Born under the pressure of my pent-up desire for you.”
Letting go of his cock, he put both hands on the glass. The yearning in his eyes alone seemed capable of melting all barriers between us.
I placed my left hand on the glass against his right one.
His hand was so much bigger than mine, his fingers longer.
The faint warmth radiating from it drew me closer.
With his shimmering skin and translucent hair, Kye hardly looked real sometimes.
But there he was, a virile, hot-blooded man, capable of a full range of emotions, including the most carnal desires.
Enticed by the warmth of his body, I couldn’t move away.
“Kye, I...” I wanted to say something that would express everything that I felt. Except that I didn’t know myself what exactly that was. Attraction? Desire? Compassion?
Probably all of them to some degree and more. So many emotions swirled in my chest. It was impossible to contain them, yet I feared what setting them all free might bring.
“Maren.” He stepped closer, with only glass separating us now without even a hairbreadth of air between our bodies anymore.
The glass warmed, making me feel like it had disappeared completely, like I was standing pressed to him directly. My fingers scraped against the hard surface in a futile attempt to curl around his hand.
He stood still, even his breathing halted, and I knew this must be the closest he’d come to another person in the past hundred years.
I dropped my gaze, pressing my cheek to the glass.
Tap, tap.
The faint sound against the glass registered with me, the noise so subtle, it was hard to hear over the swishing of the waves in the ocean or the trickling of the water inside.
A pale green light glittered through Kye’s diamonds on the floor, broken by their facets into a myriad dancing sparkles. The light intensified, growing brighter from below.
An orb of a pale green light rose from the ocean, right under the glass floor of our bedroom.
“Kye?” I asked with an unnerving trickle of dread down my spine. “What is this?”