Page 17 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
“They’re staring,” I whispered.
“You are the first human to enter these halls in many centuries,” Thalen explained. “And you are with me, which makes you particularly interesting to them.”
I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious in my café uniform—black jeans and a Moonlight Brews t-shirt with a crescent moon logo. “You could have warned me to dress up.”
“You are perfect as you are,” he said simply.
He led me through a series of increasingly grand spaces—rooms with ceilings that opened to the sky, corridors lined with what appeared to be living plants that moved subtly as we passed, open areas where fae of various types went about activities I couldn’t begin to comprehend.
Everywhere we went, conversations hushed as we passed, only to resume in excited whispers behind us. I caught fragments of a language that sounded like wind through crystal, occasionally interspersed with English words: “human,” “prince,” and most frequently, “touching.”
Finally, we reached a massive door made of what appeared to be silver but with those same shifting patterns I’d come to associate with fae magic. Thalen placed his palm against it, and it swung open silently.
“My private quarters,” he explained, ushering me inside.
The room beyond was breathtaking—spacious and elegant, with walls that seemed to shift between solid and transparent, offering views of the forest canopy all around us. The furniture was minimal but beautiful, crafted from materials I couldn’t identify. A large bed dominated one area, draped with fabrics that shimmered like the night sky.
“This is… wow,” I managed, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.
“It pleases you?” he asked, that hint of vulnerability creeping back into his voice.
“It’s incredible,” I assured him. “Though it makes my cousin’s apartment look pretty pathetic in comparison.”
He smiled, moving closer to take my hands in his. “I have been wanting to bring you here. To share this part of myself with you.”
There was weight behind his words, a significance I couldn’t fully grasp but could definitely feel. This wasn’t just a weekendtrip—this was Thalen letting me into a part of his life he kept separate from the human world.
“Thank you for trusting me with this,” I said, squeezing his hands.
Something flickered in his expression—relief, perhaps, or gratitude. “There is more I wish to share with you. But first, would you like refreshment? Or to rest?”
I glanced toward the enormous bed. “What did you have in mind for this visit?”
The patterns beneath his skin brightened slightly—his version of a blush. “I had hoped… that is, if you are amenable… I would like to experience full intimacy with you.”
Despite our month of physical exploration, the formal request made me smile. “Are you asking if I want to have sex with you?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “Here, in my realm, in my bed. Where I can truly be myself with you.”
The implication that he had been holding back in some way intrigued me. “What’s different here?”
He gestured around us. “My magic is stronger here. The patterns you see in my skin—they will be more pronounced, more responsive. And I will have greater control over my environment, to enhance our experience.”
“That sounds… interesting,” I said, moving closer to him. “And yes, I’m very ‘amenable’ to the idea.”
Relief and desire mingled in his expression as he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that held more urgency than usual. His cool hands framed my face, and I felt a subtle vibration against my skin—his magic responding to his emotions.
When we separated, his eyes had darkened, pupils dilated. “May I undress you?” he asked, fingers already toying with the hem of my t-shirt.
I nodded, lifting my arms to help as he pulled the shirt over my head. His movements were more confident now after a month of practice, but still held that quality of reverence—as if undressing me was a privilege rather than just a step toward pleasure.
Once my shirt was discarded, his hands went to my belt, unfastening it with practiced ease. As he worked on my jeans, I began on the elaborate closures of his formal attire—layers of midnight blue fabric with silver accents that seemed to shift and move in the strange light.
“Let me,” he said, gently moving my hands aside. With a gesture that seemed almost casual, his clothing began to unfasten itself, layers peeling away to reveal the opalescent skin beneath.
“That’s a neat trick,” I commented, watching in fascination.
“One of many advantages of being in my realm,” he replied with a hint of smugness.
