21. Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One
A bright haze distorts my vision.
I’m back in Slyfell, at the stables I’d snuck out to so many times. Someone is kissing me, his hands roaming up and down my body, driving me wild with the faintest touch. My body throbs with need. I throw my head back, my mouth forming an “O” shape. All I see is a head of dark hair while my lover moves his mouth down to my neck. Licking and sucking, he lightly nips at my skin with his teeth.
My breath quickens. He keeps going, moving his lips down to my collarbone, and then to my shoulders. I can barely contain my moans, my breath escaping from my parted lips .
My lover’s arms slide down my back. His hands find my thighs, grabbing my rear when he picks me up. Instinctually, I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth finds mine. His tongue claims my mine for his own, and I melt against him.
He presses me against the wall, pinning me in place with his hips. One of his hands stays under me to support my weight, while the other grabs my throat. Lightly squeezing.
Molten desire thrums through my core, heating me from the inside out until I’m hot to the touch.
“Please,” I beg, panting. “I need you. I need you right now .”
My lover makes quick work of his pants, and enters my needy, needy sex with one rough thrust. I gasp, digging my fingernails into his back.
He pulls his length out of me almost completely before thrusting up into me again. White-hot pleasure sends shivers through my body with every deep, hard thrust.
As I near my climax, I can feel myself start to tremble with anticipation. Pleasure builds and builds and builds until it feels like I’m about to burst into a million pieces.
My lover slows his thrusts, drawing out the sensation until I almost can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I manage to say between moans, “please, let me finish.”
But he doesn’t quicken his pace. Instead, he draws his head back, and his burning gaze locks with mine.
Amber eyes stare back at me .
It’s Viridian.
Viridian is the one touching me like this.
My mind struggles to make sense of it all. How he’s the one here with me, and not Loren.
But I can’t concentrate. The only thing I can do is moan.
Somehow, the heat of Viridian’s amber stare on me while I’m utterly exposed, bare in the throes of pleasure, heightens the sensation I feel. Without breaking eye contact, he quickens his thrusts, the full length of him entering me over and over and over.
Splintering, I cry out and grab both of his arms.
Viridian works himself through my climax, finally removing his length from my wetness.
He secures his hand behind my head and moves to kiss me.
And then I wake up.
I open my eyes and stare at the drapes above me. I raise my arm to my forehead and rest it there while I catch my breath.
A dream.
It was all a dream.
I know now that none of it was real, but my body…
Lust courses through my veins. My nipples harden under my nightgown, poking through the thin fabric. I feel my tender mound throbbing at the apex of my thighs.
I run my hand up to my neck and gently touch my fingers to it.
My other hand grazes my chest. Then I slip my hands under the neckline of my nightgown and cup my breasts, inhaling deeply.
Closing my eyes, I open my mouth. I lightly squeeze my breasts and then I let go, turning my attention to my aching nipples. I swirl my fingers in circular motions around them, before flicking my thumbs back and forth across my nipples. I bring one of my hands lower, to my abdomen, while the other continues lightly pinching and rubbing my nipple.
The sensation sends pleasure tingling through me, soaking me with need. While keeping one hand on my breast, I move my other hand lower, until it rests just above my sex.
I kick off the covers and spread my legs wide.
The air meets my tender skin, intensifying the throbbing ache I feel gathering between my thighs.
I drag my fingers across my sex, letting my hands explore my inner thighs until I can barely take it. Then I press my fingers to my tender mound and slowly move them in circular motions.
A breathy moan slips from my mouth.
While I rub myself, I knead my breast with my free hand. Arching my back, I bite my lip to stifle my moans.
The door bursts open. Instinctually, I clamp my legs shut, my hand still caught between them.
Viridian barrels into my room, haggard and disheveled. His wispy black hair is tousled and unkempt, and his shirt untucked, like he rushed out of bed.
“How did you—”
“You think I can’t hear your whimpers, Little Fawn? That I can’t smell your arousal?”
I push my skirt down to cover myself.
“No.” He pushes the door closed behind him, still lingering by the entry.
“No?”
“No. Lift your skirt.”
Slowly, I do as he says, stopping when the hem of my skirt is just above my knees.
Viridian’s voice is low, husky. Hungry. “More.”
His gaze leaves burning traces on my skin. I pull my skirt up further, until it’s bunched around my hips.
“Good,” he says. “Now spread your legs.”
With heat dancing across my cheeks, I part my legs and open them until they’re about a shoulder-width apart.
“Wider,” Viridian growls.
I slide my ankles farther apart, fully exposing myself.
Viridian’s eyes darken, taking in the sight of me spread out before him. “Pull down your nightgown.”
I drag my hands up my body and hook my fingers under the neckline of my nightgown. It falls past my waist when I pull it down. I’m fully naked now, save for the nightgown circling my hips.
My mind knows it’s wrong to lay myself bare before him. But I’m too weak to fight the overwhelming sensation in my body that tells me I want this.
More than anything, I want this .
So, I run my hand along my chest, fingers grazing the base of my neck.
“That’s it, Little Fawn. Touch your chest. Squeeze your breasts.”
Cupping my breasts in my hands, I squeeze them. An airy breath escapes my lips. Losing myself in the feeling, I run my fingers around my nipples, and I feel them harden to attention even more. As if they weren’t already hard enough.
“Those needy, needy nipples,” Viridian says gruffly. “Play with them.”
Flicking my thumbs across my nipples, I moan, arching my back. After playing with them for a little, I move one of my hands to touch myself.
“Not yet,” Viridian orders, rubbing himself through his pants. “You’ll touch yourself when I tell you.”
Biting my lip, I groan, pinching and pulling at my nipples.
“Please,” I whine. “Let me touch.”
Viridian smirks, and he licks his lips. He watches me squirm on the bed, my body thrumming with anticipation. My skin is hot, and I feel like I’m filled to the brim with a torturously sweet sensation. The ache between my legs grows even stronger.
My breath quickens.
“Viridian,” I whimper.
He only watches me, that starved expression working at his jaw.
“Viridian.” My voice is desperate. Needy. “Please. Please. ”
His stare locks with mine. “Now you can touch yourself.”
My right hand releases my breast and moves back down between my legs. I can feel Viridian’s burning gaze follow it all the way down.
Dipping my fingers into my wetness, I rub the soft mound at the apex of my thighs, moving my fingers in circular motions. My other hand squeezes my breast, thumb brushing back and forth across my nipple at the same time.
I tilt my head back in pleasure, eyelids drooping.
“Eyes on me,” Viridian commands, his voice rough. “I want to see it in your eyes when you come for me. Understand?”
I nod.
“Do you understand, Little Fawn?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Viridian cocks his head. “There’ll be none of that in here. In here, you’ll call me sir. Understand?”
“Yes, sir .”
Viridian’s pupils dilate, his hand gripping the bulge in his pants. “There’s a good girl.”
I keep working my fingers, applying pressure to my most sensitive spot. It feels so good that I have to fight the urge to press my thighs together.
“Don’t you dare close those legs,” Viridian rasps, leaning back in his chair. He’s still stroking himself through his pants, and the sight of it heightens the white-hot pleasure coursing through me.
I moan, and Viridian’s breaths get heavier. My eyes lock with his, and I don’t have the strength to look away.
Nor do I want to.
I moan again, but this time I bite my lip to keep the noise down.
“Louder, Little Fawn.”
Too close to the edge to form words, I nod, opening my mouth slightly. My moans come faster now, louder. Viridian’s motions across his hardness quicken, his strokes in time with my moans. The sensation between my legs builds, and builds, and builds, until I nearly can’t take it.
I cry out when I come undone, utter bliss wracking through my body.
Chest heaving, I take deep breaths, still reeling from my climax.
Viridian stands, flexing his hands before balling them into fists. Then he makes for the door without another word, his mouth tense as if he’s restraining himself.