Page 17 of He Who Sleeps

“Fuck, Pet, you are so fucking sexy.” He slid fingers down and into her and she winced, which stopped him cold. “No. You need to heal more.”

“But I want...”

“Oh, I didn’t say you weren’t getting anything. There’s something I very much want from you. Something I haven’t ever been able to do.”

“What? Cuz I have never...” she squealed as he lifted her off him and onto the ledge around the far side of the tub, sitting her on the towel there. They kissed and then he was sliding down while lifting her hips to his mouth.

“Holy shit...” she moaned and arched hard into what his tongue was doing to her clit. It was like a balm, long sure strokes to her poor abused clit calmed through his onslaught. “Em... Fuck, Emerson, that’s sooo good...” Her body shook as a lazy orgasm rolled up her spine and she sobbed, the softness, the deep thrum sending her into outer space.

“Peaches everywhere,” she heard him say, realizing she was back in his arms, in the water, snuggled close.

“Did I...how did I get back in the water?”

“I pulled you down after watching you sigh and twitch with that lovely orgasm. Do you know how long I have wanted to get my face between these thighs?” He nipped her shoulder. “Fucking peaches. You are fucking addictive.”

She giggled. “That why you left me the peach?”

“Obviously.” He pulled her closer. “You need a nap, yeah?”

“Will you stay with me ‘til I fall asleep?” He nodded. “Good. You are comfy, Emerson.”

Moments later she was under blankets, yawning and cuddling with him. “If I sleep...”

“You are halfway there, love. Sleep, trust. I will see you later.”

“No, Neon will see me later.”

He chuckled. “Yes he will, and you will enjoy it.”

She nodded, well aware he was right, and slipped off into dreams.

Chapter 7

Dinner was happening. When she woke from her hours long nap, Neon was gone, and there had been a dress laid out for her, as well as shoes. She knew from the year before that dinner would be alone in the sitting room attached to her bedroom, and then she would have a few hours to rest, digest and relax before the main night would begin.

She had showered, dried her hair, and put on small amounts of makeup, then donned the slinky silk slip dress in emerald green, the slit over her leg rising all the way to her groin. She felt sexy, and the silk against her body was sensual in a way she didn’t often feel. She had slipped her feet into the shoes, open-toe wedges in green velvet, and shook out her hair before walking into the study, famished for dinner.