Page 9 of The Dark Fae Princess
I slam the door shut again and lean my forehead on it.
This whole evening has simply gone down the pan. She hates me now. What the fuck was I thinking kissing her? Then making it worse by telling her I loved her. What a fucking dick.
Speaking of dicks, mine is so hard right now after tasting her mouth, I want to take it in my hand and tug it until I come all over the door as I remember those soft lips on mine, her tongue sweeping against mine in a kiss that Iknowshe won’t forget in a hurry. I made damn sure of it. I knew it was my only opportunity to make an impression on her that wasn’t as her friend and I had to make certain that it made her think twice about me.
It did.
I know it did.
She wouldn’t have kissed me back if it hadn’t.
In fact, it wasshewho initiated it, godammit.
That has to mean something.
Doesn’t it?
I nearly weep as I take a step back from the door and straighten up.
I cannot let this train of thought take seed. Even if by some miracle, she loves me back, her family will never allow us to be together. She is destined for great things. Drake is going to name her his heir. I know it. Everyone knows it. That means that she will be Queen and it means that she will need to unite with a Light Fae to bring forth the prophecy that has plagued our races for eons. Only the Dark Fae Princess can unite the Fae in a union with the Light, bearing a child of half of each of them, creating a new race that will bring harmony across the Realm.
I sigh.
Everyone thought that her mother had achieved this over twenty years ago, but she wasn’t the one. She wasn’t Fae enough, being only a half-breed. Her daughter, Delinda, was too much of a Dragon to be the blessed child. But Savannah is definitely the one. That means that there is no place for me in her life as anything but her friend and protector.
It crushes me but I have to accept it. I should never have kissed her. Knowing how her sweet lips feel like against mine is only going to make the pain of not being with her worse.
I can only hope that she will forgive my brutish actions over time, and we can go back to the way things were between us.
Right now, she will be furious with me. I have broken her trust more than once tonight. She thought she was safe with me and I let her down. She wanted to talk about what happened between us, but I threw her out.
How can I expect her to want to speak to me again after this disaster?
I know I have to try. I must find her in the morning, early on, before breakfast, and try to salvage something out of the wreckage of our friendship. If I don’t, I won’t be able to go on. Being away from her even for a second kills me. These last few weeks when she wasn’t here felt like a lifetime. I felt it the instant she came back. My whole world brightened. My essence glowed as her presence settled over the Kingdom like a soft, warm blanket on a freezing cold night.
I let out a strangled moan, desperate to fix this mess, but going to her now would be a big mistake. She will be furious with me and locked up tight in her room. I won’t go to her there. She doesn’t allow men in her room, and for good reason. Not only would they die a thousand deaths if her father, or worse,grandfather, ever found out, but she sees it as her safe haven. A place she can go to and nothaveto worry about the slew of pigs lining up to be with her. I see the lusty looks they all give her. I hear the lewd comments made about her body and what they want to do with it. I have to physically refrain myself from beating to death every single male in this Kingdom and the next when I hear them talking about taking her virginity, frontandback, with great gusto. If any one of them touched her, they know that they havemeto answer to first and if there is anything left of them after that, her father will finish them off so that only a pile of battered bones would land at her grandfather’s feet for his turn.
It keeps them at bay.
Mostly.
A few stolen kisses have gotten through the cracks, but she is mature enough to put the brakes on and not give in to her desires for these assholes that don’t deserve her.
I can’t bear to think about her married to a scumbag Light Fae and have him take her the way I so desperately need to take her, but never will.
I heave a sigh and walk over to my bed. I stare down at the painting of her, hoping that she doesn’t know that I look at this every night and please myself, gazing at her beautiful face.
I prop it up against the wall and sit on the bed. I undo my pants and take myself in my hand.
“I love you, Savannah,” I murmur as I start to jerk off slowly.
I imagine her saying it back and it makes me harder.
A few moments later is all it takes after knowing her kiss. I groan as my balls ache and then I come in quick spurts to land in splats on the floor. I flop back to the bed and close my eyes.
I have to get over her.
The sooner the better.
