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Sexy, I am not. Seductive, I am not. A touch desperate…yeah…I might be that one.
“No more?” he murmurs so softly my stomach flutters.
“I’m not entirely sure what comes next.”
He wraps his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back to expose my neck. Planting a tickling kiss firm against my skin, he rewrites the programming in my brain. I nearly hiss a curse as I grip his clothes and tremble.
“Do you want more?” he asks into my flesh.
“Pollux…yes. Please.”
He nuzzles, rough skin grazing the most sensitive parts of me. “Your scent is a drug. I’m addicted. You’re a miracle. A fantasy.” He sets me in a seat of warm darkness, kneels at my feet, and takes my bare ankle in one hand. He stares up into my eyes. “Why don’t you want to believe in the fae? Simply because you don’t think they’re real? What could gently convince you I’m real, and I’m yours, and I want to make your every dream a reality? What could I do that might ease you into my world and my life, where you belong?”
My heart lunges as he bends his head and touches a kiss to the top of my foot.
My brain shuts off so violently I’m astonished I don’t wake up. The hairs on my arms and legs prickle as a shiver plunges out across my every nerve ending.
His red eyes flash as he lays his cheek against the bridge of my foot. “Did I break you?”
Wow.
Just wow.
Who knew I was capable of such disgrace?
Honestly, I’m appalled with myself.
He is so pretty.
But what is up with my ego if I’m having him kiss my feet and sit me on thrones? Genuinely, I am concerned for the state of my soul.
Closing his eyes, he dots kisses up my shin, and I tug against his hold.
“No?” he murmurs without lifting his lips or loosening his grip. “I thought you wanted something to haunt you. I may not understand many things, but haunting is something I’m decent at.”
I clear my throat. “Well. It’s just that. I, um. I may not actually be cut out for a raunchy dream tale, you know? To my surprise, I am embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed? Why? We’re married.”
“We… Okay.” That’s not a leap I was prepared for. What is my subconscious setting up in my marriage-first mindset? This is a chair. Not a bed. Thank you very much.
“Don’t worry. I won’t go so far until you come to terms with the truth, but—” He mutters a curse. “—you are an aphrodisiac like no other. I’ve missed you so much it hurts.”
My heartbeat thunders in my ears as the lines between dream and reality blur. All at once, I’m little again and asking friends I made up in my dreams for phone numbers so I could call them when I woke up. “You could come see me,” I say. “You know where I am.”
“You’d want that?”
I don’t know. Maybe? And isn’t that a terrible thought? I want him to come see me, not because I’d like it if he’d walk his child to school, but because I want these thoughts to jumpscare me in real life. When will I ever learn that the way things are will never be the way I want them to be?
I better change the subject before I make myself sad when real world Pollux doesn’t come to see me. “I’m told you blew something up this morning,” I say.
“It happens.”
I’m curious what my suddenly, you’re married! brain will come up with, so I ask, “What exactly were you doing?”
“Running tests on the durability of an, arguably, very powerful enchanted item. I had to make sure nothing could hope to break it before I gave it to Meda. So. I blew it up a little. Perhaps a little more than expected since another experiment caught light and turned into somewhat poisonous gas.” His brows dip, pensive. “Is this…one of those things you don’t exactly approve of?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
