“What the fuck are you doing?” I screech, painfully aware that he must have been watching me from that void on the ceiling. He keeps smiling as he slides out of the black spot and then lowers himself on a tentacle of the same color, as if he were an exceptionally handsome spider.
He’s right over me, still in the same leather set he wore when I saw him last, but by the time I snap to attention and try to flee the tub, his palm cups my cheek, and he slides into the water, caging me with his limbs.
“I think you need more of my attention.”
I swallow, finding it hard to think when I’m naked, he’s dressed, and one of his knees rests between my legs. I should be more scared than I am, I should be appalled that he spied on me in the bath, but it’s difficult to focus with a raging erection and the man of my dreams so eager to touch me back.
He doesn’t even care that his outfit is getting soaked.
“M-maybe…” I mumble against my better judgment. With him being my jailer, this is fuzzy on consent at best, but the touch of his fingers makes up for the creep factor because I’m too horny to care.
I want to see those eels again. I want to touch them. Touchhimand forget that I never wanted to follow him here in the first place. Maybe this is only a dream, and I’m playing the role of a too-stupid-to-live romance heroine whisked away by the fae prince? What next? Will I get special powers and another competitor for my hand, who appears evil yet has been the good guy all along? Willhebe blond?
My thoughts come to a rapid halt when Kyranis buries his face in the crook of my neck, smelling it and then tasting my skin. His tongue feels like it’s made of fire, and I whimper when he rolls it over my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
My hands drift to his shoulders, because trying to hide how hard I am is pointless. He knows. He was watching.
I smell his hair from up close, and there’s more of that vaguely floral scent that is giving me a natural high. My heart beats like mad, and I languidly rub my foot over his leather-clad calf.
He grabs my thigh to pull my knee up and slides his free arm under my back, bringing me closer to his warm body, as if he didn’t consider I might resist it.
“You’re like the depths of the sea,” Kyranis whispers, trailing needy kisses down my cheek. “So much to offer. So much beauty.”
My heart skips a beat, surprising even me with just how much I like hearing that. Sure, I’ve gotten compliments over the years, but they were never this… romantic. A part of me wants to scoff, put up my walls and dismiss his words as empty, if charming, flattery. But the other part of me wants to drink it up and let himin.
This could be a trick to make me more compliant tomorrow, yet it’s difficult to think logically with my leg wrapped over his hip and my cockhead rubbing against his leathers.
With a gasp, I let one of my hands slide down, and into the opening of his ripped vest. Jesus Christ. He’s rock-solid muscle.
“You couldn’t help yourself?” I whisper, daring to look into his eyes from up close, and as he cups my face with both hands, his smoky gaze darkens like the sky before a storm.
“I don’t want to. Since I first saw you in that ugly hat, I knew I wanted to see you naked and make sure everyone knows you belong to me. Only me,” Kyranis whispers, his gaze so intense I feel lightheaded.
And then, his mouth is on mine in an oddly chaste open-mouthed kiss.
I’ve been avoiding relationships like the plague, never willing to let my guard down, so it’s not like I’m losing my mind for Kyranis, the Prince of the Nocturne Court. But whose heart wouldn’t beat faster in the face of such declarations? I can imagine him fucking me in a back alley behind BBB, just so all my coworkers know who I belong to.
Toxic? Maybe.
Creepy vibes? Check.
Stalker? Definitely.
And yet I lean into the kiss of his soft lips. I run my fingertips over the smooth golden tattoo and squeeze Kyranis’s meaty pec. The strap holding together his ripped vest gotlost somewhere, and I’m glad for it, because he is a work of art. As I wrap my other arm around his nape, pulling him closer, I let my tongue dart out in invitation.
As I flick it across his lips, he lets out a soft grunt before lapping at my tongue. His body, which so far had felt so solid, trembles in my arms, and he squeezes me closer, as if he can’t bear any space between our bodies.
“You’re so perfect,” Kyranis mumbles, and as his tongue dives between my lips, I taste the heat of his desire for me.
And I can definitelyfeelit too when he presses his stiff dick against mine through the leather. I can’t sense the shadowy eels moving, but I’m sure they’re there, each taken from a person hekilled. I’m so in over my head, yet I kiss him back with eagerness.
I want to hear I’m perfect. No one’s ever thought that way about me.
His tongue is shy, but no less eager than mine. I start rocking my hips against him, because there’s no room for propriety between us, just the pure need to connect. Kyranis’s mouth tastes sweet as he becomes more confident, the tip of his tongue playfully sliding over my palate and sending a shiver to my balls.
Restless as if this were the first time he was allowed to touch another person, he squeezes my flesh too roughly, no doubt leaving red marks on my back, sides, arms, and thighs. There’s an urgency to it I’ve never experienced, and while most of his skin is covered by the fancy leather costume, I love that he can’t be bothered to undress, too eager to touch me to waste time on such trivial things.
He gets more confident in his kisses, rolling his hips between my legs while our tongues join in a breathless dance. I have never felt so wanted.
