Page 18 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
Soon we were both nude, and I could see what he meant about the patterns being more pronounced here. They swirled across his skin with greater vibrancy, responding to his emotions and the proximity of my body. When I reached out to touch his chest, the patterns seemed to reach for me, brightening where my fingers made contact.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
He drew me toward the bed, which was even more impressive up close—the fabrics had that same woven moonlight quality but with additional textures I couldn’t identify. When I sat on the edge, it yielded perfectly to my body, simultaneously soft and supportive.
“This beats my cousin’s couch by about a million miles,” I observed.
Thalen smiled, positioning himself beside me. “I wish to make this special for you. Will you allow me to take the lead?”
In our previous encounters, we had alternated who directed the experience, both of us exploring what we enjoyed. But there was something in his expression now—a confidence, a certainty—that made me curious about what he had planned.
“All yours, Your Highness,” I said, deliberately using the title I knew affected him.
His eyes darkened predictably at the formal address. “Lie back,” he instructed, his voice taking on that commanding tone that never failed to send heat through me.
I complied, settling against the impossibly comfortable bedding. Thalen moved to kneel between my legs, his long silver hair falling around his shoulders. The patterns beneath his skin pulsed with increasing brightness as his hands traced paths down my chest, my stomach, my thighs.
“I have been researching,” he said, his fingers exploring with deliberate intent. “Learning about human pleasure points. Things I can do to make you lose control.”
“Research?” I questioned, then gasped as his cool fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. “What kind of research?”
A small smile played at his lips. “The fae have extensive libraries on all species. Including very detailed accounts of human sexuality.”
The idea of Thalen poring over ancient fae texts about human erogenous zones was both amusing and incredibly arousing.
“And what did you learn?” I asked, my voice already unsteady as his touch continued its teasing path.
“Many interesting things,” he murmured. “For instance…”
He leaned down to press his lips to the inside of my thigh, a spot he’d previously paid little attention to. The combination of the cool kiss and the subtle vibration of his magic against the sensitive skin drew an involuntary sound from me.
“Just as the texts described,” he said with satisfaction.
Before I could respond, he was moving lower, his mouth and hands working in concert to draw out reactions he’d clearly studied with scientific precision. Every touch seemed calculated to build pleasure slowly but inexorably.
“Thalen,” I gasped as he found another unexpectedly sensitive spot. “What exactly are you planning?”
He looked up, the patterns beneath his skin pulsing with arousal and something like pride. “To take you apart piece by piece, and then put you back together. To show you what it means to be loved by one of the fae in their own realm.”
The word “loved” sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with physical sensation. Before I could examine it too closely, Thalen was moving again, his cool mouth enveloping me with practiced skill.
Unlike our previous encounters, there was a new confidence to his actions—a certainty about what he was doing and how I would respond. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, finding spots that made me gasp and arch against the luxurious bedding.
Just as I was approaching the edge, he pulled back, leaving me breathing hard and aching for more.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “I want to experience everything with you tonight.”
He reached toward a small table beside the bed, retrieving a vial of shimmering liquid. “This is similar to what humans use for such activities,” he explained. “But enhanced with properties that increase sensitivity.”
“Magic lube,” I said with a breathless laugh. “Of course.”
He smiled, uncapping the vial. The scent that wafted out reminded me of his natural fragrance—winter air and night-blooming flowers—but intensified.
“How do you wish to proceed?” he asked, suddenly formal again despite our intimate position. “I am amenable to either role.”
The question was clear—who would be penetrating whom. Despite our month of exploration, we’d never discussed preferences for this final step.
“I’d like you inside me,” I said honestly. “At least for our first time this way.”
