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I sat up in bed, holding the blanket to my chest. I’d gone to bed without clothes and my skin tingled while Cyrus looked at me, like he could see straight through the blanket. The way his pupils dilated made me wonder if he actually could.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I had to see you,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About our wedding. About you…as my wife.”
He was so close now; his hand was resting on the top of my comforter.
“Is that so?” I asked. My voice was shaky…breathless. Warmth radiated from between my thighs.
“Yes, Emilie. I was having a hard time sleeping. And I think if you were sleeping next to me, I wouldn’t have that problem.” He tugged at the edge of the blanket, and I scooted over to make room for him to slip in beside me. My chest felt tight, my body rigid.
Was this really happening?
Cyrus wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, my naked body pressed against him and I could feel something hard pressing against my thigh. Instinctively, I threaded my fingers through his wavy hair, wrapping one leg around him.
“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop, Emilie. What it would be like to have you in my bed.” He rolled on top of me and the weight of his body between my legs had me breathing heavily. My body was on fire and I knew it had nothing to do with his flame wielding abilities.
I rolled my hips. I wanted his shirt off, his pants off. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. As I clawed at his back, his hands roamed my bare chest, cupping my breast and brushing a thumb over my sensitive nipple.
My brain was going haywire. Torn between uncertainty and lack of experience while also being overwhelmed with pleasure. I thought I must’ve blacked out for a moment because Cyrus’s shirt came off in a heartbeat and then his bare chest was covering mine.
He lowered his mouth, brushing his lips across my neck and making me shiver with anticipation. He paused, looking toward the bedroom door where another figure stood. “Stop staring at the beautiful bride, Ladon.”
I bolted awake, my heart pounding out of my chest. I ran my hands frantically over my body. The feeling of silk pajamas didn’t do anything to slow my racing heart or my rapid breathing.
It was just a dream.
I reached for the glass of water I knew I’d sat on the nightstand next to my bed. The water helped to relieve the burning ache that still lingered in my core. My forehead was sweaty as I pushed back the tangled hair from my face. I was a complete mess.
The moon was high in the night sky, peeping through a crack in my curtains. It couldn’t be more than a little past midnight. I fell back against the mattress and sighed.
Tomorrow was the start of our trip to Fort Malek. I should be sleeping. Gods knew I’d need the rest before the journey, but I was too excited. And too disturbed by the dream I’d just had.
While my heart had stopped pounding and my breathing steadied, there was still an aching sensation between my thighs. A warm, wetness that was hard to ignore, no matter how much I tossed and turned.
I tried to think of Cyrus, of what his body had felt like under my fingertips. It hadn’t been real, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t vivid. If I closed my eyes and concentrated hard enough, I could almost feel his breath on my neck. I slid a hand down my stomach and slipped it under the hem of my pajama shorts.
A soft moan escaped my lips and for a second I froze, irrationally worried that someone might’ve heard…that someone knew what I was doing under the cover of darkness. That was silly, of course. Everyone else in the castle was fast asleep.
I bit my lip as my fingers brushed against my clit, and then down to the pool of arousal I knew I’d find waiting for me. I pushed a finger inside, dragging it out slowly before pressing in again. With one hand, I worked myself into a frenzy, while the other hand toyed with my nipple. Rocking my hips against the palm of my hand and arching my back off the mattress, I chased that feeling of bliss. I was desperate to have it, sure that once I found it, I’d be able to rest again.
My legs shook, but I found myself distracted by the image of Cyrus hovering over me. I furrowed my brows, frustrated by how elusive orgasms always seemed to be. I thought the fantasy of my future husband would’ve helped, but I only felt that high slipping away, dissolving into nothing.
Damn it.
I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head. Attempted to focus on just the pleasure from my fingers slipping inside my pussy, stretching me wide as I bucked my hips.
Closer…closer…closer. Once again, I conjured an image of Cyrus. I fantasized about the way he might fuck me. Would he be sweet and tender? Or would he be forceful and rough? My insides were wound tight, pressure building in my abdomen. I was so close; I could hardly breathe as my muscles tensed.
My vision of Cyrus turned fuzzy. His blonde hair lightened to white. The wrinkles on his forehead smoothed and his eyes transitioned from green to a silver blue.
Right before my eyes, Cyrus morphed into Ladon. A warm smile vanished and was replaced with a wicked sneer. And that was the moment my body betrayed me.
With the mental image of Ladon pressed against me, his hand wrapped around my throat, my cunt pulsed around my fingers, and my entire body trembled uncontrollably. It felt like an earthquake rumbling through my bones, and I only clenched harder when I thought about the way Ladon could manipulate the earth.
Shit, I should not be thinking about Ladon and his magical abilities while finger fucking myself.
My muscles relaxed as I unraveled from my high. I sat up and quickly went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I felt gross. Like the essence of Ladon was covering my skin, and I needed to wash him off.
