I sucked in a breath which remained trapped in my throat, unable to reach my lungs. Galenor was hugging me in his sleep. Albeit not all the way through, it was mostly an arm that wanted to rest on an elevated surface, and I proved to be that, but still. I was wrapped in Galenor’s arms.
I felt his chest pressed against me, his arm resting on my hip and his breath tickled the back of my neck. In my book, that was a hug. And I was expected to fall asleep to that, when need urged me to wake him up and offer myself to him, to give up everyone and everything for a few hours with this fae male.
He would definitely know his way around a woman’s body. After all, they were renowned for their ability to turn women crazy with their sexual charms. And Galenor was the most beautiful male I had ever seen. Only the presence of his warmth or a breath from him turned me liquid, and he didn’t even have to try.
The pads of his fingers arched against my hip, escaping the hold of his blanket and slipping onto my cover, the only thing that separated my naked body from his touch. His palm started moving against me, sliding slowly, motioning me up and down as if we were in a smooth dance.
I bit my lower lip, trying to muffle a moan that threatened to rip his way through the silence of the room.
“Ellyana…” he groaned, his arm wrapping tighter around me, pulling me closer to him, my back against his hard chest, my ass against his pelvis and against his…
“Oh, gods,” I moaned at the sudden press of his erection across my ass. It felt so big and hard, it made me lose all self-control. I shoved my ass deeper into him, using my hips to slide up and down, to try to feel more of it.
Galenor released a deep groan, the sound of his pleasure raising so much sensation inside of me. I felt like I was exploding from within. He must have sensed it because his hands jumped in between my thighs to caress the cover that so rudely separated my skin from his touch.
“Muffin, don’t you know it’s dangerous to tempt the fae?” he groaned into my ear, his tongue tickling my earlobe to raise another moan from my lips. I slid my head to the side to give him better access, all the while grinding against his cock and tilting my pussy into his hands.
“Oh, yeah?” I sighed, my voice guttural. So, so ready for the taking. “And why is that?”
“Because once I am summoned, love, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t,” I pleaded, my throat begging to feel that hardness.
“Mhm…” he paused, abruptly removing his hand from in between my legs and sliding it up to my chin, turning my face to him. I couldn’t see much of him, the only light we had was creeping under the door from the living room, which was always lit. I spotted his shape, the curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes. Watching me. Scanning me for the truth.
“Are you sure, muffin?” Just as he spoke the words, his thumb brushed against my lips, opening my mouth to press against my teeth and find my tongue. I started sucking on it, circling my tongue around his finger to show my willingness.
“I need you to say it,” he groaned, pushing his pelvis to me while his thumb pressed against my mouth to open it. “What do you want me to do to you muffin?”
One hand remained on my mouth, torturing my lips while the other moved to rip away the cover, to unveil my naked body to him. Through the darkness of the room, I saw a pleased smirk as his eyes dipped down on me, sliding over my legs, taking in my throbbing pussy, lifting to my tits that begged for attention with peaked nipples.
“Do you want me to take you?” He murmured, his figure shifting over mine, the sudden weight of his body over me pushing me further onto the mattress, unable to move from under him. “Do you want me to fill you?” He pressed his groin against me, his hardness almost ripping at his pants. “Do you want me to taste you?” He pressed on me again, this time his mouth opening to allow his tongue to slide down my neck, making me go crazy with need.
“Yes!” I shouted, unable and unwilling to control myself. “Yes!” I said it again as a moan ripped through me at the feel of his erection.
“Yes! To all…”
“Very well, muffin. Let me taste you,” Galenor’s voice came out rugged, his chest heaving with anticipation. With a single abrupt motion, he ripped the rest of the blanket away from me, unveiling my body to the heat of his own.
My skin instantly turned gooseflesh, a whisper of expectation tickling through my gut. Filling the room with the madness of this moment.
I was about to have sex with a fae male, in a dark room, behind a closed door where an entire unit was spying on our every move. I thanked my lucky stars for asking them to remove the cameras and microphones from the bedroom, because, even with the light off, it was perfectly clear what Galenor and I were about to do.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to spot his eyes, hazy with desire. He blinked a few times, taking me in, his regard brushing against my shivering naked body while the pads of his fingers started gliding over my skin.
Plastering my body against his, Galenor shifted in between my hips, sliding my legs around his midsection and pressed against me to allow me to feel the pulsations of his desire.
He throbbed in between my legs, allowing me to feel every single thrust of his veins, of his thickness as he ground onto my skin, letting my wetness seep through his pants, telling him how ready I was.
Unable to wait, desperate to have him then and there, I let the last shred of dignity slip away.
“Take me…” I moaned, my fingernails digging into his back, desperate to get him closer, obsessed with the need for him. To have him, to feel him inside of me.
Galenor released a slow breath, as if he too needed the same thing, as if his hips urged him to pin me in place and shove himself deep into my core. Only he stopped, lifting his desire away from my wetness and sustaining his weight on his palms on each side of me, towering over my body.
Then, with heavy sighs, he confessed his fear.
“You may be the last woman I ever fuck Ellyana, let me do this properly…”
