Oh my. Butterflies dance in my stomach. I’m pretty sure there isn’t even a word for consent in the fey language. And princes don’t ask. Rhydian is grappling with a concept he has no frame of reference for. Because he cares for me. Because I mean something to him. Because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
My hand rises up and caresses his cheek. His skin is soft, smooth, and heated. It feels as if sparks tingle between us. He shivers and leans into my touch.
“Yes,” I say.
His amber eyes glow, and he slides home.
He fills me. All of me. Rhydian is inside me. Hot and heavy and perfect. This feels nothing like any toy or even any fingers or tongue. I’m stretched and full and filled deep. An intimate part of him is in the most intimate part of me. We are joined. One being. Our pleasure is entwined along with our bodies. I don’t know where I end and he begins. I can feel him. All of him.
I can feel my eyes rolling back. My toes are curling. My fourth orgasm of the night is blooming.
His hips dance. He slides in and out of me. The tempo quickens. He thrusts deep and then goes still. He trembles and then warm wetness gushes inside me. Bathing me. Claiming me. It feels so good. The sensation tips me over the edge and I cling to him as I writhe through my orgasm.
I still can’t see or hear anything but my heavy panting breath, when he gently pulls out of me. He rolls onto his back and pulls me close. I rest my head on his shoulder and smile.
My eyes flutter closed and sleep claims me.
Chapter twenty
The sky is so bright blue it dazzles. I’m flying into it, and out of it, and back into it. I don’t need to turn around to see that my mother is pushing me. Her presence is all around me.
“Higher!” I squeal.
Maybe today is the day I finally make it over the top bar and spin all the way around.
The air tickles my ears. The cold chains are digging into my chubby little hands. My bright red wellies look amazing against the sky. I’m shrieking in pure delight, the way only a child can.
My mother is laughing.
Rhydian appears in front of me. In full regal clothes. Standing in front of the swing, on the edge of the wood chips, just where the green grass begins. He watches me intently, but does nothing else.
I jump off the swing and go over to him. My childish body has gone, and my adult one has returned. The chains of the swing are still squeaking and my mother is still laughing. But I don’t turn around to look.
“You are really here, aren’t you?” I say.
I don’t understand how I know, but I do. And I really don’t know why this isn’t terrifying me, but it is not. Perhaps enough weird stuff has happened to me lately that I’m no longer bothered by it.
“Yes. I am a dreamwalker,” Rhydian says calmly.
His voice sounds a little distorted in this dreamworld, but the sky is still blue and I’m still not freaked out. Even though I probably should be.
“So you thought you’d just walk into my dream?”
Weirdness aside, it seems a bit rude. I mean, talk about invasion of privacy. It is also incredibly intimate. I mean, I know we just had sex, but this feels even more personal.
“You were making noises in your sleep,” he says.
The swing creaks behind me. Oh god, I was making baby noises. Now my cheeks are heating. What the hell? Dream me blushes? This is most unfair.
“I thought you were having a nightmare. So I came to stop it,” says Rhydian.
I blink. Oh, my goodness. That is actually super sweet. Still a little creepy and stalkerish, but sweet.
“You could have just woken me up,” I grumble, and I don’t know why I’m being so ungrateful. Probably because I am embarrassed about the baby noises and the soppy dream.
“That wouldn’t have stopped the nightmares forever.”
I stare up at Rhydian as my jaw drops open and my heart flutters. What he is saying goes far beyond sweet. This is pure romance territory, and I might actually swoon into his arms.
