Page 72 of Fey Empire

“I’m merely distracted by the view!” I blurt. It is a good excuse, as well as being perfectly true.

His eyebrows rise. “Is that so?”

I blush furiously and look away.

He chuckles and moves towards the bed. Through my lashes, I watch him throw back the covers. He slides into bed and fixes me with an expectant stare.

Hastily, I force my legs to move. I slip into bed next to him. He snaps his fingers, and the room falls into darkness.

I roll onto my side and put my back to him. He never wants anything from me at night, so hopefully he won’tbe offended. And I really hope he can’t hear how fast my heart is beating.

His hand snakes around my waist, and he pulls me close to him. Spooning me tightly. All the firm, warm muscles of his naked chest are pressed against my back. The thin material of the nightgown does nothing to save me, and actually I don’t mind because this is nice. So very nice.

“Goodnight, Consort,” he rumbles.

My heart skips and my stomach flips. Oh my. This is so very unfair. I want this. I long for this to be real and how things are between us. It’s not fair that it’s a taunt and a tease. This warm, gentle affection is wonderful. I want it and I want everything to be okay.

I don’t want my husband to be a traitor.

Chapter twenty-five

Idrift awake languidly, sprawled on my back in Selwyn’s wonderfully comfortable bed. Soft sheets beneath me. Feather pillow under my head.

But no covers on top of me? I frown with my eyes closed. I’m not cold. But why don’t I have any covers on?

I open my eyes and find myself staring into Selwyn’s eyes. He is propped up on his elbows and staring down at me rather intensely. I’m caught in his gaze and already drowning.

Oh my stars! My nightgown has rucked up in the night and now it is bunched up somewhere near my armpits. I’m practically naked.

And very hard.

“Pleasure yourself,” Selwyn all but growls.

The deep rumble chases the last bit of sleep away. Now I’m very awake and very aroused. My entire being is laser-focused on one thing and one thing only.

I swallow, and my hand goes obediently to my cock. I begin to stroke myself with clumsy, uncoordinated movements.

Pleasure sparks instantly. My body craves this with a need fuelled by a lifetime of pent-up urges. Desire is alwayshovering just below my skin, waiting and watching for any opportunity.

“Eyes open, Little Lamb. Don’t look away. Look at me as you writhe.”

Heat floods my veins. Everything becomes golden and bright. I am already floating.

The gold flecks in Selwyn’s eyes brighten as he holds my gaze. His pupils widen. There is a trace of colour along his cheekbones. He is enjoying watching me.

My hand works faster. Selwyn hasn’t given me any oil, and I don’t mind. It’s a different sensation without it and I’m enjoying exploring it. I want to explore all the things.

My cock swells. Precum is leaking from the tip. Desire is coiling out from low in my belly. My heart is beating with lust.

A breathy moan escapes me. Selwyn’s pink tongue pokes out and licks along his bottom lip leaving it glistening.

It is so hot in here. I’m about to combust. I’m going to burn up, and it is going to be glorious.

My cock throbs in my hand. I tighten my grip, and just like that, I ignite into flames.

My orgasm burns through me, faster and hotter than a wildfire. I cry out. My hips lift up, and through it all Selwyn holds my gaze. He drinks everything in. He watches me cum, and he exults in the sight of it.

My hand flops down onto the mattress. I’m panting and sweaty yet again. I never knew sex was such a damn good workout. At this rate, I’m going to be super fit in no time at all.