“What is wrong with me...” I hissed.
“Faerie wine can heighten every emotion you feel—intensify it. Let me help you to feel better,” he said.
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and felt one of his fingers pressing inside me, making me arch my back.
Then he added a second finger, plunging it inside me and making me grind down against his hand. His eyes, dark and glimmering with a carnal desire, just heightened my arousal. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, and I wanted to remember him exactly like this.
“You are mine,” he growled almost possessively, stroking my clit in steady movements and then he shoved his fingers inside me again. My body was standing at the edge of my release, andhe felt it.
“Come my love, show me how good I make you feel,” he demanded, his lips brushing against my forehead.
Immense pleasure flooded my body, especially seeing how much it aroused him to pleasure me. I started to see stars on the ceiling, glimmering unevenly. Was this how I imagined heaven to look like?
“Look at the stars, Xavier…”
He met my gaze, his beautiful face bewildered by my statement and looked up above us. “There are no stars my love, the only flickering lights you see are the ones I create with my fingers, by worshipping this heavenly, sacred pussy.”
“Kiss me…” I whispered. Without waiting another second, his lips hungrily ravished mine. Then he pulled my body to his chest and stroked my hair. I felt his growing arousal against me. My fingers were touching his chest, trailing down to his waistband, but his sudden grip on my hand stopped me.
“Rest, Gwendolyn. We have all the time in the world to indulge in each other.”
Chapter 15
Gwendolyn slipped back to sleep very quickly after I made her come on my fingers, her body still drained from the faerie wine. I wished I could just take away her pain or even carry it for her. Just so she could feel better, if only for a moment.
The scent of her arousal lingered in the air, as intoxicating as if she were a goddess in the sea, just waiting to receive my soul. I didn’t move, didn’t touch. Not now. She was far too vulnerable, too raw, even if her body yearned for mine. Her safety mattered more than my desire.
When I left last night to bring her some tea, she must have been incredibly anxious. Listening to her pleas and cries was the most terrible feeling ever. And she was not alone. I met her shadow—who she thought about often, although she never mentioned him in front of me. I sensed her curiosity like I sensed everything else about her.
I saw them dancing together at the ball—causing a gnawing feeling of jealousy, as I did not get to dance with her.
Gwendolyn mentioned her wish to go home, and a feeling of unbearable anger spread within me. I hated it, hated that she still thought that the human realm was her home. I knew she stillbelieved it was the place where she belonged, but she belonged with me, here.
At the ball, it took every ounce of my restraint not to take her right there, just to show them she was mine. The way they looked at her, like she was something to devour, like she didn’t already belong to me. She wore my earrings—carrying my initials whether she noticed or not. I could have torn them apart, one by one, plucked the lust from their eyes with my nails, my fangs and my shadows.
After she begged me to touch her even further, I wanted to give in. But I was scared that I would lose control, her run from me through theHall of Illusionsalready cost me so much patience. Then she came on my fingers, and it made me so hard. I wanted nothing more than to let her touch me back, however she was still too tired, and her well-being was way more important than my release.
She slept beside me now, lost to dreams, and the weight of whatwe have donepressed heavy on me… I lay awake, wondering if I had stolen something I had no right to ask for. Every part of me ached with the same desperate wish... that she would not look back at us with regret. Because I yearned for her sooo incredibly deeply. It felt like I touched heaven, and there was no possibility for me to give up that feeling I felt when I was burying myself inside her.
A soft knock sounded at the door, so faint it might have gone unnoticed by anyone else who wasn’t a vampire. Our senses were unmistakably strong and heightened.
Slowly I stood up from the bed, opening the door. It shouldn’t startle me that he came back today to check on Gwendolyn. I’d seen how much her state had affected him, causing my friend to burst into the sky to flee from this situation.
“Is she better?” His words sounded fragile, like he was on the edge of bursting into tears. My friend was always quite sensitivedue to his powers, and now Gwendolyn had become the reason for his unease. I was afraid he couldn’t keep the extent of his powers in check.
“Well, she drank a lot of faerie wine. I’m still angry at your slutty fish women that gave it to her.” I hated that since people were aware of our bond, it ignited hate and envy in these women, with the goal to damage my love. Whoever gave her the alcohol needed to be removed from this place. Carnivalland should be a safe space for Gwendolyn, where she was to be respected and protected, and not put in danger.
I noticed him at the ball surrounded by women, worshipping him like he was their deity. His gaze, however, was only directed to Gwendolyn with an intense hunger, keenly focused on her dancing. I couldn’t blame him. That’s exactly how I felt seeing her at the ball, but her careless behavior that night caused me to become angrier than I could imagine. I wanted to claim her in theHall of Illusions,and I still planned to, but I did not want my first time with her to start in this dark place in her mind. We would have plenty enough time to experience filthy sex—after I made her come at least once like a gentleman.
“Believe me, as soon as I found out. I made every single one of them leave through the underground tunnels. Except Aura and her useless friends. They are cruel and annoy the fuck out of me.”
The Underground Tunnels… I never expected my friend to be capable of such cruelty. They were damp and narrow, the air thick with rot and silence. The water was murky and foul where he forced the women to shed their human forms and return to their siren bodies, slipping into the dirty water like they weren’t worth more. It was degrading. But the only other passage was above the Veil or through the hidden gate beneath the tunnels; paths that required time, magic, and care.
Apparently, effort was something these women weren’tdeemed worthy of. At least not for him. And it also seemed not even fortheirGod.
“Maybe Sparrow can try to use his siren powers to make her leave.”
“He tried, but it’s not that simple,” he muttered. “Despite his appealing effect on women of his kind, Aura keeps threatening to go to my father, claiming my powers have shifted. And I’m sure she made up a lot of lies about us to make it even worse. But if she ever dares to look Gwendolyn in the eye again… I will kill her. Eventually, I’ll have no other choice.” Or his dragon form would. He never talked about this, but I knew it’s what he was implying by his threat.
