It was.
About a ballerina who dances for him like a stripper. It reeked of sex.
His kind of sex, all dirty and filthy and oh so good.
A puff of air escapes him as he chuckles. “I know.”
“So you did it on purpose, then?”
He licks his lips. “Fuck yeah. I’d been dreaming about you spinning on your toes for me to that song.”
“You’d been dreaming about me?”
“Yes, Fae. I’d see you spinning at Blue Madonna, pink cheeks and heaving chest. In your frilly tutus, looking all pretty and fairy-like. And I’d go home and jerk off to making that fairy dance dirty for me.”
God.
God.
One day I’m going to find out all his secrets. All the things that he hides from me.
All the things that make me fall in love with him more and more.
Things that are both my salvation and damnation.
“I loved it,” I whisper, curling my ballerina toes in my flats. “That song.”
“Yeah, you loved dancing dirty for me?”
My hands have come down to his shoulders and I fist his hoodie. “Yes.”
A puff of air escapes him again as he chuckles slightly, his eyes intense. “God, Fae, you kill me, you know that?”
“Is that why you brought me here?” I whisper breathily. “Because I danced for you in this place?”
“Tell me what else happened here,” he rasps instead of answering me.
I don’t even have to think about all the things that happened in these woods. They are written in my soul, in the chambers of my heart.
I see them in my dreams.
“You kissed me in the rain,” I reply.
“Yeah, for the first time.”
“And you let me go after.”
His eyes glint then. “I did. I let you escape my evil clutches unscathed.”
Goosebumps wake upon my skin as I say, “You’re not going to this time, are you?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No.”
A current goes through my channel. A thick, pulsing current.
A current that makes me needy and makes me clench my thighs when he continues, “Tell me what’s going to happen to you now.Here.”
Somehow he’s grown even closer or maybe I’m losing my mind, I don’t know.
