In the half an hour that he mended the handle and screwed bits on the door, I debated whether to leave and try to get a message to Ansgar or stay home and pray that he would finish quickly. When I saw him trying out the new piece and gathering the remaining parts into the box, breath flowed calmer into my lungs.
He closed the door and locked it, leaving me trapped inside, then a few seconds later opened it with the key and did the same thing on the inside, ensuring the full functionality. I immediately stepped close to him, passing back his uniform jacket and thanking him for the help.
“The new handle is made out of golden bronze, as per your request,” he threw me one last sharp look.
“Excellent,” I replied uncaringly, but deep down I choreographed a small victory dance.
“The key,” Rhylan handed me a small key, one that looked basic and normal compared to the huge iron intricate design I had to carry around for the past two months.
“I need both,” I replied coldly and hoped that he would not comment on it again, though both of us knew that the first time I came in I received only one key and did not complain.
“Of course you do,” he chuckled with distaste and handed me the spare from his jacket pocket. “As I said, lucky fae bastard.”
Without another word, he turned towards the door he had just fixed and slammed it shut, disappearing into the woods.
I would have to be careful with him from now on and keep conversations to a minimum, but I did not take his knowledge as a threat. After all, there were many legends around these parts and people believed this was a corner of heaven. Even if he went back and reported that I supposedly dated a fae, it would be more probable for him to get demoted than me getting in trouble. And I was too focused on the surprise I had prepared for my new boyfriend to give it another thought.
Ansgar’s knock on the door found me cooking dinner.
“Come in!” I invited with a playful voice.
“You may think this is funny, fahrenor, but after the day I had, I promise it is not,” he replied with a bitter tone.
“Try it, humour me,” I replied from the other side of the door, challenging him. I heard his long breath, as he prepared for the pain he knew was coming. For a moment, I doubted my plan. I put him in a situation where he needed to receive pain so he could get to me. My heart sank as I knew he would do it unquestionably.
When the door creaked open, I spotted the surprise on his face. He kept looking from the handle to me, then to the handle again with the sweetest face of wonder.
“Surprise!” I emphasized just in case his features were not testimony enough.
“How?” he asked, analysing his unburnt hand.
“I had the locks changed,” I smirked and stepped into his embrace. “And,” I applied my seductive voice and caressed a trail from my breasts to my hips, “there is a key on my body for you to find.”
His hands immediately accepted the challenge and started drawing lazy lines across my back, though he surely had an idea of where exactly the key would be.
“And why, pray tell, do I need a key, seeing as I can come in as I wish?” His lips pressed on the shell of my ear. He breathed down on me, leaving a path of goose bumps on my skin.
“It’s customary,” I barely breathed as I spoke, “in the human world, to give someone a key when you ask them to live with you.” I felt weak in the knees and he was only touching my neck and my back. The things this man could do to me…
He stopped to gaze into me, piercing through my soul and making my core throb with desire.
“Do you want to live together?” His eyes formed waves of emotion, though I had yet to decipher if they echoed good things.
“I thought,” I swallowed deeply to allow myself to gather some thoughts as his hands moved lower onto my back, “that since we both live alone, and we spend a lot of time together, we could share a home. If you will. “
Ansgar blinked a few times, still piercing deep into me but said nothing.
“My home does not have a key, it is open to all,” he replied in the end, not shifting his eyes from mine, “but consider this the invitation,” he said and placed his lips on mine, joining them into an impatient kiss. I parted my mouth to better receive him and his tongue slipped in, caressing mine into the waltz they both practiced so often lately.
“Now,” he stopped to grin at me with a sensual smirk, “about that key”.
I barely expelled a muffled moan when his hands hurried at the apex of my tights and started caressing me expertly, locating the small bronze key I had hidden in my underwear. Ansgar placed a finger over it and wiggled it around in my panties. Within seconds, he fell on his knees, sustaining my weight with a hand wrapped around my hips. The other lifted my dress and pulled down my panties with a single, brutal movement, making the key slip and jiggle on the floor.
“Don’t you want to eat first?” I murmured as the smell of fried potatoes reminded me that he was supposed to be invited for dinner.
“I plan to,” he replied, taking me into his mouth with hunger.
Chapter Thirty
