Page 11 of The Naiad's Wish

I blinked at him then had to look away, oddly embarrassed at the thought. I didn’t look away for long. I couldn’t. “You dreamed of…me?”

I dreamed of Erik all the time, but I hadn’t thought…I hadn’t expected…I smiled up at him, a bright burst of emotion warming my chest.

“Oh, Sayan,” he murmured. “Of course I did. I love you.”

“I love you.” Instead of grabbing for him, I relaxed further onto the hard wooden floor. I surrendered all the tension in my muscles and stretched out before him.

His eyes flared with that look I adored—possessiveness and pride. And who would have thought that possessiveness, the one thing above all that naiads were supposed to flee from, would be one of my very favourite emotions? One I had begun to crave?

“What did you dream?” I asked him, my voice breathy and ridiculous and I didn’t care. I didn’tcare.

“Well,” Erik said. “I had more than one dream.” He shifted to sit on the sofa, shivering in the cooler air away from the fire. I rolled onto my side and rested my head in my hand, watching him go. “There was definitely a theme, though.”

I traced a slow hand down my chest to grasp my cock, circling it and displaying it for him. “This.”

“That was certainly involved,” he said, his voice rough. “But it wasn’t the theme.”

It wasn’t?

My confident smile faltered and I pushed up to kneeling.

“The theme,” Erik said, “was you being good for me.”

Oh. My confidence rushed back. “I am always good for you,” I said.

I was.

“You are,” he said at once. “But this will be quite difficult.”

I rolled my eyes even as I walked over on my knees to push my way between his legs. It was my favourite place to be. “I am sure that I can fulfil anything you can possibly want from me.” It was my naiad nature to do so. And, because this was Erik, it was my dearest, fiercest wish.

He laughed into my mouth—I couldn’t help but kiss him when he was this close, and I didn’t even wait until I’d finished speaking to do it—before threading his fingers through my hair and using it to pull my head back.

I gasped at the delicious sting and arched my throat.

He did not kiss it, even though it wasperfectlypresented for him.

“I dreamed of you lying there—” he laughed again as I immediately collapsed to the floor and sprawled out for him on his lovely rug, “—yes, like that. Just like that. You are so very beautiful, my love.”

“I know.” I made sure to angle myself so that the shadows cast by the dancing flames would accentuate my sculpted torso, delineating the muscles that Erik had spent hours exploring with his fingers, his tongue, his lips.

“And then what?” I prompted him as his gaze dragged hotly over me. “Did you want me to hold still while you ride me?”

I hadn’t yet managed it. I ended up flipping him and driving him beneath me as I neared climax, but I was confident that with another decade or two of practice, I would learn the patience to?—

“I am not going to touch you at all.”

I stared at him.

A log popped on the the fire.

I stared at him some more.

“What?” I said, my voice pitched quaveringly high.

“I told you it would be difficult.”

“Difficult. Notimpossible.”

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