Silence falls, heavy and weighted. His eyes are wide. I think I have astonished him. Oh my, what if it is more than my ridiculous statement that is confusing him?
“Please tell me you know what love is?” I say.
He frowns. “Of course I know what love is. It is the most powerful force in all the worlds.”
It is my turn to blink in confusion. Do these translators work? What is going on?
“Love is the gift of sentient life. It is what sets us apart from rocks. People give their life for it. Their world.” He falls silent for a moment. “Love is the entwining of souls. A higher state. The closest to pure bliss it is possible to be.”
Okay. That might just be the most romantic thing I have ever heard in my entire life. Just my luck that it is myalien abductor who is saying it as he looms over me in his bed. But at least it does seem that he knows what love is.
“Oh. Um. I think so. I think we are talking about the same thing. I don’t know for sure because. I’ve never been in love,” I stutter.
Some emotion I cannot name flashes across his eyes. “Me neither,” he says softly.
Another silence wraps around us. This one feels like a soft blanket. Our gazes are locked. His eyes look amber in this light, and despite how terrifying and obviously not human he is, now that I am seeing him up close, I think he is actually not much older than me.
“I cannot respect your wishes. I will use you. But I will take it slow,” he says, breaking the silence.
I nod my understanding and lick my lips. His promise is far more mercy than I was expecting. But this is still a deeply shitty situation.
He flows off of me and off of the bed with a grace that is mesmerising to watch. I lie motionless where he left me, sunken in amongst the soft furs of his bed.
He takes off a layer of his exotic clothing, and then another. Just when I think I’m going to see him naked, he stops and climbs back onto the bed, dressed in long white cloth that resembles a nightgown.
I can’t believe I’m disappointed. Being a virgin doesn’t stop me from being horny, even so, as much as I might want to see a real live naked man, perving on my captor is a stupid idea.
He settles in a semi-reclining, seated position against the very many pillows and then pulls me on top of him as I give a little squeak. My ass is sitting on the mattress, between his spread legs, but my back is pressed against his chest.
I can feel the contours of his pecs and the coolness of his skin. There is only the thin layer of his nightshirt between us. My breaths start to come in short, rapid gasps.
“Be at ease,” he says. “Tonight, I will not touch you below your waist.”
If fairytales are true, fey cannot lie and their promises are binding. The tales were right about the fey existing, they were right about magic, but some things must have been warped by the years that have passed and by storytellers’ imaginations?
But he has no need to lie to me.
I yelp as a book levitates off a shelf, flies over to the bed and hovers in front of us. The pages flip open. The text is all strange, undecipherable characters. I guess the magic thread in my ears only works for the spoken word.
Rhydian reaches over to the bedside cabinet and picks up a jewel encrusted golden goblet. He takes a sip and lets out a soft sigh. I feel him relax and settle behind me. Am I really just going to lie here naked, half on him, while he reads? I mean, it is better than the alternative, but it’s still strange.
Long, long minutes pass. It becomes clear that this is exactly what is happening. My body starts to relax. Tension leaves my muscles. It’s been a long exhausting day, and the prince is quite comfortable to lie on. My breathing evens out and my heart rate steadies.
Cold fingers trail over my chest and circle lazily over my nipple. I tense. The pages of the book rustle as they turn magically. Rhydian seems engrossed in his book. Am not even sure he is aware that he is playing with my nipple.
His fingers continue to tease, dancing lightly around, brushing tantalisingly over. My nub swells under theattention. I begin to squirm. This is starting to feel good. It’s the first time I’ve been touched by someone in any erotic way, and I hate how much I like it.
The goblet thuds slightly as Rhydian places it down. The pages turn. His now free hand claims my other nipple and I stifle a gasp. Bastard. He does know what he is doing. The words he spoke earlier echo through my mind.
I will not touch you below the waist.
Stupid, naïve idiot that I am, I completely forgot there are erogenous zones above the waist.
Twist. Tweak. Flick. Rub.
I bite back a moan. Tingling pleasure is shooting down from where he is tormenting me, straight to my cock. It’s swelling and stirring and soon he will be able to see how much I am enjoying this.
One of his hands leaves me for a moment. I hear movement on the bedside cabinet. When his fingers return, they are slick with sweet smelling oil. He quickly coats his fingers on his other hand.
