Page 37 of Dark Fey Captive

Aggressively.

The sounds increased.

His exhales became more pronounced.

I grew warmer under the covers as I listened. Preservation kept me where I was, but I really wanted to spectate. Each sound fed my imagination. His forearm flexing with each stroke. His head tipped back, lips parted. His hips jerking forward to meet each down stroke. Precum beading on the head.

His exhales began to sound more like grunts and he finished with an angry-sounding groan.

I flinched.

Was he angry?

Had I gone too far?

Did he think I was a tease?

Water splashed, and I very briefly debated running before accepting that there was no point.

Even if I could dress and grab supplies before he finished, I wouldn’t make it far. He’d proven his speed several times already. And then would he be even angrier I’d tried to get away? More cautious in the future? Or would he give up on me and just wait until the rescue team showed up?

No, I needed to stick to my original plan: Keep him distracted and wait to see if I was contagious.

The door opened.

I looked up to gauge his mood.

His heated gaze locked with mine as he crossed to the bed, his cock just as hard as it’d been when he’d left.

I frowned, staring, certain it shouldn’t still be like that. Had he taken something?

“Do you want more chocolate?” he asked.

My mouth watered at the thought of eating more. It’d been months since anyone brought any to the island. But was it just the chocolate I wanted or another taste of Nav?

I wasn’t sure as my gaze lifted and searched his. He didn’t look or sound mad.

“No. I’m good with this.” I showed him what was left of the chocolate bar.

He stole it from me. I thought he’d take a bite, but he didn’t. He got back in bed and pulled me onto his stomach again.

I studied him, searching for any hint that he was upset. He didn’t look any different, which was weird, considering what he’d just done. The raw desire I’d seen before his relief session was still there in his eyes as he studied me in return. But not a hint of anger.

Testing him, I straddled his waist and inched my toes toward his thighs. He immediately lifted his hips for me.

Smack.

Heat exploded inside me even as I tucked my feet into place.

“Here,” he said, breaking off a piece of chocolate and setting it on his chest.

My gaze dipped to it.

Did he really want me to eat off of him?

Did I?

Yeah, I really did.