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Authors: Elle Christensen
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Erotic, fairy tale romance, destiny, Fae, Soul, Guards, POV, Soul Mate, Hell, Guilt, Forever, Fractured, Lifelong Friends, Worth
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events of the evening come flooding back and I groan as I remember what happened.
Ean finally opened up to me a little. He’d had a rough trip checking on his charges. The Fallen were lurking around them more than usual and he’d had to call a couple of Ohtar, trying to hunt a few of them down and find out what the hell is going on. A couple of his kids had even been out rightly approached by a Fallen (which isn’t normally their way), and he’d had to deal with giving them plausible explanations while dancing around the truth, but never lying. Let me tell you, it can be exhausting. He was frustrated and worried, and it was festering inside, looking for an outlet.
Then we just sat there for a bit, finding solace in each other’s presence. After who knows how long, he . . . he kissed me. Let me be very clear about this. He kissed me. Which led to all of our clothes in a heap on the floor, a couple of mind-blowing orgasms, and then a second round on the floor of my bedroom. And, let’s not forget the third time in my bed before we passed out.
Running through our sextivities in my mind, I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. The beautiful wings just above his heart are now sporting a bright red mark that I’m pretty sure won’t be going away for several days. Probably matching the one over the wings on my hip. (Yes, they are hickies. Go ahead, laugh all you want) I don’t think there is a spot on my skin that he didn’t lick, suck, or bite. I can feel myself getting wet remembering what he can do with that talented tongue of his between my legs.
Seriously? You’re a grown woman, not a teenager. Have you no control?
Being plastered up against him isn’t helping the situation. The temptation to snuggle up to him and go back to sleep is overwhelming, but the memory of what happened last time has me sliding out from under him. I don’t want to face the morning after rejection, to listen to his excuses and assurances that it won’t happen again. My heart just can’t take it. At the edge of the bed, I check to see if I woke him up, but he’s still asleep. Gingerly, so as not to cause too much movement, I get up and pad over to the bathroom. With a last lingering glance, I whisper “No regrets.” Then I close the door behind me and take a shower, wishing I could wash away the memories of last night and clinging to them, at the same time.
NO REGRETS. I HEAR her quiet words before Laila steps into the bathroom, and the door clicks softly shut. It takes everything I have in me not to pull her back into bed and make a repeat of last night’s events. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Laila. Being fated doesn’t mean that a couple is automatically attracted, or guarantee they will fall in love, so I know that everything I feel for her is real. And, every time I lose myself in her, it becomes harder, and harder to walk away.
What the hell was I thinking? I miss her so much; I wanted to confide in my friend, for it to be like it was. I know better, but still, I let her break down my wall and I couldn’t resist those pink lips, her raspberry taste, and her body. That body. So fucking perfect. I groan and roll onto my back, trying to push away these thoughts before my morning wood turns into a fucking baseball bat.
My eyes stray to the door again. When I woke up to her shifting on the bed, I immediately began putting together a speech. I was going to tell her it had been amazing, that we couldn’t do it again, I’m sorry I lost control and a bunch of other pointless platitudes that would crush me little by little. So, when she snuck off to the bathroom, effectively giving me an out from the awkward confrontation that was sure to happen, you’d think I’d be grateful. Instead, I’m irritated. Didn’t last night mean anything to her? Is this how she handles one night— don’t even go there, man. The thought of Laila with another man is enough to have me planning a
Ean finally opened up to me a little. He’d had a rough trip checking on his charges. The Fallen were lurking around them more than usual and he’d had to call a couple of Ohtar, trying to hunt a few of them down and find out what the hell is going on. A couple of his kids had even been out rightly approached by a Fallen (which isn’t normally their way), and he’d had to deal with giving them plausible explanations while dancing around the truth, but never lying. Let me tell you, it can be exhausting. He was frustrated and worried, and it was festering inside, looking for an outlet.
Then we just sat there for a bit, finding solace in each other’s presence. After who knows how long, he . . . he kissed me. Let me be very clear about this. He kissed me. Which led to all of our clothes in a heap on the floor, a couple of mind-blowing orgasms, and then a second round on the floor of my bedroom. And, let’s not forget the third time in my bed before we passed out.
Running through our sextivities in my mind, I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. The beautiful wings just above his heart are now sporting a bright red mark that I’m pretty sure won’t be going away for several days. Probably matching the one over the wings on my hip. (Yes, they are hickies. Go ahead, laugh all you want) I don’t think there is a spot on my skin that he didn’t lick, suck, or bite. I can feel myself getting wet remembering what he can do with that talented tongue of his between my legs.
Seriously? You’re a grown woman, not a teenager. Have you no control?
Being plastered up against him isn’t helping the situation. The temptation to snuggle up to him and go back to sleep is overwhelming, but the memory of what happened last time has me sliding out from under him. I don’t want to face the morning after rejection, to listen to his excuses and assurances that it won’t happen again. My heart just can’t take it. At the edge of the bed, I check to see if I woke him up, but he’s still asleep. Gingerly, so as not to cause too much movement, I get up and pad over to the bathroom. With a last lingering glance, I whisper “No regrets.” Then I close the door behind me and take a shower, wishing I could wash away the memories of last night and clinging to them, at the same time.
NO REGRETS. I HEAR her quiet words before Laila steps into the bathroom, and the door clicks softly shut. It takes everything I have in me not to pull her back into bed and make a repeat of last night’s events. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Laila. Being fated doesn’t mean that a couple is automatically attracted, or guarantee they will fall in love, so I know that everything I feel for her is real. And, every time I lose myself in her, it becomes harder, and harder to walk away.
What the hell was I thinking? I miss her so much; I wanted to confide in my friend, for it to be like it was. I know better, but still, I let her break down my wall and I couldn’t resist those pink lips, her raspberry taste, and her body. That body. So fucking perfect. I groan and roll onto my back, trying to push away these thoughts before my morning wood turns into a fucking baseball bat.
My eyes stray to the door again. When I woke up to her shifting on the bed, I immediately began putting together a speech. I was going to tell her it had been amazing, that we couldn’t do it again, I’m sorry I lost control and a bunch of other pointless platitudes that would crush me little by little. So, when she snuck off to the bathroom, effectively giving me an out from the awkward confrontation that was sure to happen, you’d think I’d be grateful. Instead, I’m irritated. Didn’t last night mean anything to her? Is this how she handles one night— don’t even go there, man. The thought of Laila with another man is enough to have me planning a
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