Page 8 of Fairy’s Forbidden Touch (Wings & Whispers #2)

I glanced toward the enormous bed. “What did you have in mind for this visit?”

The patterns beneath his skin brightened slightly—his version of a blush. “I had hoped… that is, if you are amenable… I would like to experience full intimacy with you.”

Despite our month of physical exploration, the formal request made me smile. “Are you asking if I want to have sex with you?”

“Yes,” he said simply. “Here, in my realm, in my bed. Where I can truly be myself with you.”

The implication that he had been holding back in some way intrigued me. “What’s different here?”

He gestured around us. “My magic is stronger here. The patterns you see in my skin—they will be more pronounced, more responsive. And I will have greater control over my environment, to enhance our experience.”

“That sounds… interesting,” I said, moving closer to him. “And yes, I’m very ‘amenable’ to the idea.”

Relief and desire mingled in his expression as he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that held more urgency than usual. His cool hands framed my face, and I felt a subtle vibration against my skin—his magic responding to his emotions.

When we separated, his eyes had darkened, pupils dilated. “May I undress you?” he asked, fingers already toying with the hem of my t-shirt.

I nodded, lifting my arms to help as he pulled the shirt over my head. His movements were more confident now after a month of practice, but still held that quality of reverence—as if undressing me was a privilege rather than just a step toward pleasure.

Once my shirt was discarded, his hands went to my belt, unfastening it with practiced ease. As he worked on my jeans, I began on the elaborate closures of his formal attire—layers of midnight blue fabric with silver accents that seemed to shift and move in the strange light.

“Let me,” he said, gently moving my hands aside. With a gesture that seemed almost casual, his clothing began to unfasten itself, layers peeling away to reveal the opalescent skin beneath.

“That’s a neat trick,” I commented, watching in fascination.

“One of many advantages of being in my realm,” he replied with a hint of smugness.

Soon we were both nude, and I could see what he meant about the patterns being more pronounced here.

They swirled across his skin with greater vibrancy, responding to his emotions and the proximity of my body.

When I reached out to touch his chest, the patterns seemed to reach for me, brightening where my fingers made contact.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

He drew me toward the bed, which was even more impressive up close—the fabrics had that same woven moonlight quality but with additional textures I couldn’t identify. When I sat on the edge, it yielded perfectly to my body, simultaneously soft and supportive.

“This beats my cousin’s couch by about a million miles,” I observed.

Thalen smiled, positioning himself beside me. “I wish to make this special for you. Will you allow me to take the lead?”

In our previous encounters, we had alternated who directed the experience, both of us exploring what we enjoyed. But there was something in his expression now—a confidence, a certainty—that made me curious about what he had planned.

“All yours, Your Highness,” I said, deliberately using the title I knew affected him.

His eyes darkened predictably at the formal address. “Lie back,” he instructed, his voice taking on that commanding tone that never failed to send heat through me.

I complied, settling against the impossibly comfortable bedding. Thalen moved to kneel between my legs, his long silver hair falling around his shoulders. The patterns beneath his skin pulsed with increasing brightness as his hands traced paths down my chest, my stomach, my thighs.

“I have been researching,” he said, his fingers exploring with deliberate intent. “Learning about human pleasure points. Things I can do to make you lose control.”

“Research?” I questioned, then gasped as his cool fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. “What kind of research?”

A small smile played at his lips. “The fae have extensive libraries on all species. Including very detailed accounts of human sexuality.”

The idea of Thalen poring over ancient fae texts about human erogenous zones was both amusing and incredibly arousing.

“And what did you learn?” I asked, my voice already unsteady as his touch continued its teasing path.

“Many interesting things,” he murmured. “For instance…”

He leaned down to press his lips to the inside of my thigh, a spot he’d previously paid little attention to. The combination of the cool kiss and the subtle vibration of his magic against the sensitive skin drew an involuntary sound from me.

“Just as the texts described,” he said with satisfaction.

Before I could respond, he was moving lower, his mouth and hands working in concert to draw out reactions he’d clearly studied with scientific precision. Every touch seemed calculated to build pleasure slowly but inexorably.

“Thalen,” I gasped as he found another unexpectedly sensitive spot. “What exactly are you planning?”

He looked up, the patterns beneath his skin pulsing with arousal and something like pride. “To take you apart piece by piece, and then put you back together. To show you what it means to be loved by one of the fae in their own realm.”

The word “loved” sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with physical sensation. Before I could examine it too closely, Thalen was moving again, his cool mouth enveloping me with practiced skill.

Unlike our previous encounters, there was a new confidence to his actions—a certainty about what he was doing and how I would respond. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, finding spots that made me gasp and arch against the luxurious bedding.

Just as I was approaching the edge, he pulled back, leaving me breathing hard and aching for more.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “I want to experience everything with you tonight.”

He reached toward a small table beside the bed, retrieving a vial of shimmering liquid. “This is similar to what humans use for such activities,” he explained. “But enhanced with properties that increase sensitivity.”

“Magic lube,” I said with a breathless laugh. “Of course.”

He smiled, uncapping the vial. The scent that wafted out reminded me of his natural fragrance—winter air and night-blooming flowers—but intensified.

“How do you wish to proceed?” he asked, suddenly formal again despite our intimate position. “I am amenable to either role.”

The question was clear—who would be penetrating whom. Despite our month of exploration, we’d never discussed preferences for this final step.

“I’d like you inside me,” I said honestly. “At least for our first time this way.”

The patterns beneath his skin flared brightly at my words, his pupils dilating further. “You are certain?”

“Very certain,” I assured him.

With careful movements, he coated his fingers with the shimmering liquid. “I will prepare you properly,” he said, his tone making it clear this was another area he’d “researched” thoroughly.

His preparation was methodical but passionate, each movement designed to both ready me physically and increase my pleasure.

The “enhanced” properties of the fae lubricant became immediately apparent—everywhere it touched seemed to come alive with sensation, a tingling warmth that intensified every touch.

“Jesus,” I gasped as his fingers worked me open with exquisite patience. “That stuff is… wow.”

“It responds to desire,” he explained, watching my reactions closely. “The more you want, the more intense the sensation becomes.”

Given how desperately I wanted him at that moment, it was no wonder the sensations were overwhelming. His fingers found my prostate with unerring accuracy—definitely well researched—and the combination of pressure and the magical lubricant had me writhing against the bedding.

“Please,” I finally gasped. “I’m ready. More than ready.”

Thalen withdrew his fingers, positioning himself between my legs. The patterns beneath his skin were pulsing rapidly now, casting enough light to illuminate the entire room in a soft glow.

“I wish to see your face,” he said, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. “To watch as we join.”

He aligned himself carefully, the head of his cock pressing against me. Despite his cool body temperature, he felt hot here, the patterns beneath the skin pulsing with heat and light.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, one hand stroking soothingly along my thigh.

As he pressed forward, the enhanced lubricant made the penetration surprisingly easy despite his size. The initial stretch gave way to a fullness that, combined with the tingling warmth of the lubricant, sent waves of pleasure through me.

“Oh god,” I breathed as he seated himself fully.

Thalen was perfectly still, his expression one of intense concentration. The patterns beneath his skin were so bright now they cast shadows across the room, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

“You feel…” he began, then seemed at a loss for words. “I never imagined…”

I reached up to touch his face, drawing him down for a kiss. “Move,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”

He began slowly, each thrust careful and measured.

But as my body adjusted and responded, his control began to fray.

The rhythm became more insistent, his breathing more ragged.

Around us, I became aware of the room itself responding—the lights dimming and brightening in time with his movements, the very air seeming to vibrate with energy.

“Your magic,” I gasped, noticing how the patterns of light were spreading beyond his skin to swirl around us.

“It responds to intense emotion,” he managed, his voice strained. “To connection.”

He shifted slightly, finding an angle that made me cry out as he hit my prostate directly. Satisfied with my reaction, he maintained the position, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me that were amplified by the magical lubricant.

“Thalen,” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders. “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice taking on that princely authority that never failed to affect me. “Together.”

He reached between us, wrapping cool fingers around my cock. The contact, slick with the enhanced lubricant, was almost too much to bear. Each stroke was perfectly timed with his thrusts, building the pressure to nearly unbearable levels.

The patterns of light were everywhere now—not just on his skin but swirling around us, filling the room with pulsing luminescence that moved in rhythm with our bodies. It was as if his magic had created a physical manifestation of our pleasure, surrounding us in light and sensation.

“Now,” he finally gasped, his rhythm faltering as he approached his peak. “Jesse, now.”

The use of my name in that commanding tone pushed me over the edge.

I came with a cry that echoed through the spacious room, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed amplified by the swirling magic.

The patterns of light flared blindingly bright, and I felt Thalen follow me into release, his body tensing as he came deep inside me.

For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, we were suspended in that perfect moment of shared pleasure, surrounded by pulsing light and the vibration of his magic. Then, gradually, the intensity began to ebb, the light patterns slowly fading back to their normal luminescence.

Thalen carefully withdrew, then collapsed beside me on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The patterns beneath his skin continued to pulse, though more gently now, like aftershocks.

“That was…” I began, then laughed breathlessly. “I don’t even have words.”

He turned to look at me, and the expression on his face made my heart stutter—open, vulnerable, filled with something that looked dangerously like adoration.

“In all my research,” he said softly, “nothing prepared me for the reality of being with you.”

I reached out to trace the patterns on his chest, watching as they brightened under my touch. “The magic thing is pretty impressive,” I admitted. “Definitely beats regular human sex in terms of special effects.”

He smiled, catching my hand and bringing it to his lips. “It is not merely the magic. It is you. Specifically you.”

The weight of those words hung between us, full of implications neither of us seemed ready to voice. Instead, I moved closer, resting my head on his chest where I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart.

“How long can we stay here?” I asked.

“Time moves differently in this realm,” he explained, his fingers absently playing with my hair. “What feels like days here might be only a day in your world. We have time.”

“Good,” I murmured, already imagining the possibilities. “Because I definitely want to try that again. Maybe with me on top next time.”

The patterns beneath his skin brightened at the suggestion. “I would be amenable to that arrangement.”

I laughed at his formal phrasing, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You’re adorable when you talk like a prince even while discussing who tops.”

He made a sound of mock offense. “I am not ‘adorable.’ I am regal and imposing.”

“Regally adorable,” I insisted, propping myself up to look at him properly. “Imposingly cute.”

His response was to flip me onto my back with surprising strength, pinning my wrists above my head. “Perhaps I need to remind you of my authority,” he said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that never failed to send heat through me.

“Yes, Your Highness,” I replied with deliberate insolence.

His eyes darkened predictably. “You enjoy provoking me.”

“It has excellent results,” I pointed out.

The patterns beneath his skin brightened again as he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss that promised the night was far from over. As his cool body pressed against mine, I had the fleeting thought that of all my questionable life choices, this was turning out to be the best one by far.