Page 28 of The Dark Fae Princess
In my dreams.
Oh, how my dreams consist of her. Naked and writhing on top of me, mostly. But other stuff, too. My favorite is where she is naked and surrounded by her ravens against the dusky sky. Okay, so maybe she’s naked in all of my dreams.
I eye her up and wonder if I have her body right in my head. I picture small pert tits, lithe limbs, a flat stomach and peachy ass. Her dresses leave a lot to the imagination. She covers herself up too much.
“What?” she asks me, but her temper has gone now. She’s curious.
“Just looking,” I reply.
“How come I’ve never seen you before the other day and now you’re everywhere I turn?”
I chuckle. “I’m allowing you to see me,” I say mysteriously.
She snorts in a very unladylike manner, which just makes me fall even more in love with her. I shouldn’t love her. It’s stupid and futile. We will never be together, but I’ve heard her innermost thoughts, uttered to her ravens when she thinks she’s alone. I know her about as well as anyone could, I’m sure of it. I don’t want to be creepy and insidious, but I have information I could use to please her. I don’t know if I should though. What would be the point?
“Like some sort of ghost?” she laughs.
It’s a beautiful peel that I want to hear more of.
“At least you didn’t say some kind of stalker,” I retort.
Her eyes go wide but then she shakes her head. “No, I don’t see it. You are too honest looking for that.”
“Honest looking?” I ask, mock-wounded. “I’ve never been calledthatbefore.”
“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing! You’d rather be roguish and wicked?”
“Itsoundssexier,” I point out.
“Now you want to be sexy as well?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye.
“What do you mean ‘want’?” I snort.
She giggles. “You’re more cute than sexy.”
“What?” I demand, stopping dead and facing her. “Cute?”
“Cute is good,” she purrs at me, appeasing my actual annoyance at her comment.
Fuck. She thinks I’mcute. She might as well have called me ugly but with a great personality.
She touches my arm, causing the sparks to fly between us.
I don’t know if she noticed, but I saw it. Little, purple flickers of pure electricity. Did she do that? Did I? Was it both of us?
“Thank you for looking out for me,” she murmurs, lowering her eyes in a sexy,not cute, way that makes my dick go hard. “That was very sweet.”
“No worries,” I brush it off, feeling my cheeks go warm, hoping she doesn’t see my cock trying to bust through my jeans. “The ravens were in a fluster; I was out there anyway.”
She bites the inside of her lip and nods.
I feel like I just made a stupid mistake. I shouldn’t have said that. Now she thinks that I don’t really care, just that I was already outside. Fuck.
What a fucking prick.
“Are they okay?” she asks.
“Who?” I frown at her.
