“This is about fantasy,” he told her softly, his lips brushing the same place I just abandoned. “Just lie there and enjoy it, sweetheart.” He didn’t give her time to protest, his mouth sealing around her clit as he slid two fingers into her tight channel.
She yelped, her hands nearly leaving the headboard to make him stop, but I caught her wrists before she could. “Shh, you’ll be all right.”
“It’s too much,” she panted, squirming. “Too much...sensation.”
I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. “Ah, Aflora, but this is a dream,” I murmured, kissing her tenderly to silence her continued protests. “Don’t you know the best part of dreaming, pixie flower?”
She shook her head. I couldn’t tell if it was in response to my question or to the torment Kols was inflicting upon her between her thighs.
Either way, I answered. “The best part about a dream is it can defy reality,” I whispered. “Which means we can make you come over and over again, all night, without once having to take a break. Because your body will continue to regenerate to our expectations.”
Her eyes widened. “No.”
“Oh, yes,” I replied, nuzzling her and palming her breast to give her nipple a little squeeze. “It’s the worst and best form oftorment known to the Midnight Fae. And we’re only just getting started.”
She began to quake, her next orgasm already mounting, thanks to Kols’s expert skill.
“Welcome to my mind, Aflora.” I kissed the corner of her mouth and tweaked her peak once more, drawing a shudder from her. “It’s a devious, intense place filled with endless ways to pleasure you. Tonight is merely an introduction, a taste of what our future holds.”
She whimpered, and I smiled, sensing her mounting rapture.
“Go ahead and scream for us, baby,” I said quietly, giving her permission to fall apart. “Once Kols is done, we’ll switch places, and I’ll drive you to new heights all over again.”
And again.
And again.
Which I did.
As did Kols.
Until the sun went down, when I promised her a repeat performance again later.
Only, the moment I opened my eyes, everything went to hell.
And my plans for Aflora disappeared beneath a wave of crushing reality.
The Council knows...
Earth Fae residein a world of peace and flowers. We value life. We encourage growth. We adore vitality and prosperity.
That was the world I grew up in—a universe warmed by the sun and caressed by love.
Now I’m trapped in the darkness, fighting for my existence among a horde of treacherous Midnight Fae. Trust does not exist here. Hearts are often broken. And mate bonds mean nothing to the male fae who reside in this realm.
Those are the lessons I’ve learned these last few months during my captivity in the Midnight Fae realm.
They promised to teach me how to control my growing dark powers.
They promised to keep me safe.
I naively started to believe them.
Then they lied.
The cold black stone beneath my bare feet is evidence of their betrayal.
The looming cell with iron bars and a cold-faced gargoyle define my fate.
