Page 31 of Wrath of the Fae

Everything goes black.

five

I see myself sleeping so soundly. So at peace.

A tranquil statue of warmth and comfort lying naked in bed with a silk sheet

covering my body.

Half my face is buried in a deep pillow. My hair is sprawled across my shoulders and twisted in knots.

My eyes dance behind closed lids, and my lips twitch in a smile as I dream a pleasant dream.

I'm looking on from another’s eyes. Another who is lying beside me.

I feel what they feel. See what they see.

This is their memory. Their dream.

I feel their heavy heart, so full of love it feels fit to burst through their chest.

I reach out and stroke my hair aside, driven by a need to see as much of the sleeping version of myself as possible.

To feel her skin on the tips of my fingers. To steal a fraction of her warmth. There are markings on the hand that caresses my sleeping form.

Markings that I know.

I reveal that scar on her slumbering face. Those long lines run right across her eye and her soft lips. I run my finger gently over them. Strange how I hate them and adore them at the same time. She wears them with such pride. She survived and wants the world to know.

And they should.

They should know who she is and how strong she is.

She twitches, and her smile grows. My Goddess, that smile makes my heart hammer in my chest and an ache surge between my legs. She nuzzles into my palm, and that slightest bit of contact has my heart in my fucking throat.

I swear I could lie here for the rest of my days and watch her sleep.

I fight the urge to tie her to this bed and never let her leave. To keep her at my mercy.

I do so so enjoy her when she’s at my mercy. When she’s full of me. When she’s writhing and begging.

I run my fingers down her neck and trace the sharp line of her collarbone.

She’s too thin…

Then down my fingers go. I whisper a sweet “fuck” as I feel those beautiful black markings down her front. Right between her breasts. I slide the sheet down and reveal her in all her glory. No woman has ever got me so hard so fast with such little effort. Her body is my perfection. More so with those markings.

Mine… She is mine.

I follow them down her belly and see her smile all the more as I go lower.

‘You better make this worth my while, Sir,’ she whispers.

‘My love. I aim to please.’

My hand goes between her legs. Her mouth falls open beautifully, and I feel her arousal waiting and ready for me.

As her back arches, everything shifts. The bed. The sheets. The dawn sun kissing her skin.

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