Page 26 of The Dark Fae Princess
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m not like that.”
“Yet you are here, in my room, in the middle of the night, kissing me as if your life depended on it.”
“I came to tell you I can’t see you tomorrow,” I inform him stiffly. How dare he cast aspersions on my morality. “I’m going away.”
“Oh?” he asks, stepping back from me and crossing his arms.
“I have to go back to Earth for a few days. I didn’t want to stand you up and I had no other way of telling you, except to come here.”
He blinks at me. “You came here by yourself at night, to tell me you can’t see me tomorrow?” he asks in disbelief. “Are you nuts? Do you know how dangerous that is? Did you not learn anything from your assault earlier?”
“I—I didn’t want to stand you up…” I stammer again, feeling like such a stupid little girl now. He’s right. What was I thinking? I could’ve left him a fucking note or something. “I wanted to see you,” I add, looking down.
“Well, I appreciate your manners, Christ knows more people could do with them around here, but you should have stayed in your safe. Warm. Bed.” His heated gaze at his last three words, does nothing to stop the desire coursing through me. His closeness is affecting my brain. “I’d have understood.”
“Would you?” I ask. “I was worried you would be pissed off.”
“I’m more pissed off that you risked danger by coming here,” he growls at me and turns to start pulling his clothes back on. “Let’s get you home.”
“You’re coming?” I squeak.
He gives me a withering look. “I do not send young women out into the night when there are vicious predators on the loose that would rape you as soon as look at you. I may be an asshole, but not when it comes to that, and not when it comes to you.”
I swallow. “What does that mean?” I ask quietly.
“It means that I don’t know why, or how, but I find myself with feelings for you that I have never had for a woman before. You have bewitched me, Savannah and while I’m pissed off about that, it’s something that is intriguing me to the point where I can’t blink without seeing your face…and other parts of you.” His gaze lingers on my breasts for a moment. I blush furiously remembering that he saw them after Anders tore my dress. I fold my arms over them.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Little Faerie, they are spectacular,” he laughs at me. “I want you, Savannah,” he adds with a whisper, coming closer to me again. “Let me have you?”
He traces my lips with the tip of his finger.
I shiver.
“I want you too,” I whisper back, “but I need to know that this is more for you than a notch on your bedpost.”
He steps back again with a grim nod. “You are not a notch. I can assure you, but I’m starting to figure you out a bit, Princess. You require action, words aren’t enough.”
I smile shyly, pleased that he understands this about me.
“I will give you what you seek,” he says, but then he takes me by the throat and slams me back to the door, forcing the wind out of my lungs. “But come to my room again and all bets are off. I won’t be as responsible with your care as I am being tonight. Understand?”
I nod with great difficulty seeing as his fist is wrapped around my neck. “Got it,” I choke out. His words are harsh, but he doesn’t scare me. It’s a show. Why? That’s what I intend to find out. If he really didn’t care about my feelings, I would be under him right now, my virginity being taken care of as he fucked the life out of me.
“Good,” he says and lets me go with a smile.
“Like it rough, do you?” I ask him boldly, rubbing my neck.
“Do you?” he asks instead of answering.
I shrug and turn to the door. I don’t know if I do or not. I know that I wasn’t scared when Jerrick held my hands above my head while we were kissing, and I wasn’t scared now. If anything, it turns me on. Does that mean I like it rough? Or is this the tip of a deeper, darker iceberg?
I gasp as a sudden rush of emotion hits me right in my heart. My intermittent empathic ability has kicked in and is flooding me with the utter raw lust that Trey is feeling right now.
Again, he presses me into the door, my breasts squashed against the hard wood. He sweeps my loose hair off my neck and brushes his lips over my nape.
“Oh,” I moan out loud, caught off guard by the shot of pleasure in between my legs.
“I look forward to finding out your kinks,” he whispers in my ear.
