She was honestly too tired, and perhaps after a good night’s sleep, she’d have a better chance at making herself understandable to Faren. The sleeping shirt was even shorter than she’d thought when she put it on. It barely covered her ass, leaving her long legs as well as her arms exposed. The cleavage was ridiculously low for a practical item like that.
If he had it made like this just to ogle at me, I’m going to throw a tantrum, she promised. Tomorrow. Right then she only wanted to sleep. She folded her clothes neatly, took a deep breath and went back to the bedroom.
And then she found out exactly why Iloya kept drooling over the warriors. It wasn’t simply because she liked them. It was also the only adequate reaction, apparently.
She’d only ever been with two men. Both of them had been as young as her at the time. And Miren was of course in pretty good shape even back then, being a warrior in the making. But they had still been boys. Faren was a man.#p#分页标题#e#
And what a man. Despite herself, and completely in spite of her sleepiness, Leiya froze in the doorway. Faren was stripped out of his armor, and the sight of him really, really tested Leiya’s character.
She had to wonder if having spent her whole life avoiding seeing warriors was biting her in the ass right about then. Faren was built like a god, if there were a model for them. A teasing thought came to Leiya that maybe gods were built like him. His strong, toned body made her mouth water. She had to bite the inside of her mouth not to be caught staring, but she already was.
Her eyes refused to cut her any slack, roaming over the ridges and the lean, hard muscles of his chest. Before, over his shoulder, Leiya had thought about how his body seemed tense under hers, but that was just the way it really was. When he moved just a bit, she could see his muscles flexing in the dim light of his valor squares.
Gulp.
Oh good gods, please make it so he didn’t hear that.
But of course the gods continued their streak of showing her absolutely no mercy. Faren’s stormy, flashing eyes suddenly held hers, and there was a spark dancing in them. Telling her that she’d been very much caught staring. She pouted and looked away, even if it took a considerable feat of will.
Out of the corner of her eye, however, she caught sight of his erection. In her daze, she’d forgotten her own clothing. Or, more precisely, the very near lack of it. Only a thin shirt covered her naked body, and it did absolutely nothing to conceal anything. Her nipples were hard, poking out from under the shirt’s surface. If she’d been admiring Faren’s body, there was no doubt he was doing the same to her.
She jumped under the covers as fast as she could, eyes wide in mute shock.
That better be a knife or something hidden inside his pants. Maybe he sleeps with a weapon? Because if that was his cock, gods help me.
Leiya knew that was a fool’s hope. One glimpse had told her everything she needed to know about her gerion, and honestly more than she’d wanted to know. So there really was no reason for her mouth to still be watering. She dragged the linens up to her chin, cursing her body for being so out of sync with her mind. It was very clear what her body wanted to do to Faren. All night long, and may sleep be damned.
She turned her back to him, burying her face in the pillow and gathering the sheets around her. If she didn’t see him, maybe she’d be able to forget the godlike body and get to sleep. And then in the morning she might be an actual person and not drool over the Monster of Briolina.
Talking about fool’s hopes…
Faren climbed into the bed next to her. As he’d promised, he made no attempt to touch her. In fact, he was maddeningly close without there being any contact between them. A whine escaped Leiya’s throat before she could catch it off the tip of her tongue.
No, she told her body. Absolutely not. We will not whine for Faren!
Oh, but she wanted to. Wanted to do a lot more than whine. Wanted to scream her voice hoarse, riding that magnificent cock until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.
Wha…
So much for the good girl image. Leiya was so surprised at herself she could barely believe those words were forming in her mind. She bit into the pillow to smother the maniacal laugh that rose up from her chest. Life was fucking with her in a way she hadn’t considered possible.
While Faren remained perfectly still, a horrible two inches away from her, Leiya’s whole body shook. She knew how keen the senses of the warriors were. For the first time since she’d found out she was the general’s gesha, Leiya was thankful. Faren wasn’t the type of person to rub her face in it.
But there it was. A whole life of avoiding certain things and welcoming others was catching up with her, driving her nearly out of her mind.
Her friends had sometimes, politely and non-intrusively, hinted that she might want to practice. There were plenty of takers. Leiya had been a young star who grew into a big star. Men had been fawning over her since as long as she could remember. When she’d been younger, the fear of her father doing something bad to them had kept her back. Then, modesty.
She tried sex out once or twice – exactly twice, gods be damned. And they were both boys. In truth, they’d left her unfinished. She supposed it felt nice, but an okay kind of nice. The passion, the burning that others talked about was completely unfamiliar to her. So her lack of experience was one problem.
The other was her audience. When you were a star known for liking stories, you couldn’t really control the material that was sent to you. Leiya was always very mindful of her duties to her fans, even if they were self-appointed duties. And one of them was that if she’d asked for stories, she’d also read them. So she did. All of them, as much as she could. And there were many.#p#分页标题#e#
The ones that made it into songs were the nice ones, the heart-lifting or heart-breaking ones. Songs that people could listen to and feel better for the experience. Those that inspired, even if they didn’t always inspire happiness. Sadness was a necessary emotion too.
Among the ones Leiya discarded were the dirty ones. Of course she got a lot of fan-mail. Men desired her, men fantasized about her. They weren’t even all bad. Some people took her invitation to send her true, raw emotions very literally. So they described their experiences with their fated, and what was a rawer emotion than the binding.
The first time Leiya had read one of those had been when she was almost too young to understand what they were talking about. That might have played a small part in why she later treated sex as she did, but that was a sob story for another night. The more pressing one was that the images had stuck with her despite her best intentions and so had the words.
And now, with the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen lying a touch away from her, Leiya’s long-ignored needs were rushing her. It nearly made her dizzy, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing between her thighs. She couldn’t remember being that wet in her life.
It was the temptation, the curse of every good love story. Faren was her gerion. At a whiff of her interest, he’d give her everything she desired. And Leiya didn’t doubt for one second that the general was experienced. Didn’t they say it was a common custom for the warriors to fuck after battle? With all those emotions still pounding in their blood? And Faren was a handsome man, even her pacifist friends couldn’t deny that. How could any woman refuse him?
Every inch of her suddenly ached. She’d thought herself better than that, but the day kept proving her wrong.
Images flooded her mind. Most of them were of him, looking as he had when she’d stepped in. His hard, strong body standing in the light of his valor squares. The strength of him so obvious as to be nearly palpable, the way his muscles kept flexing as he breathed calmly. She’d also caught the very silent hitch in his breathing when he’d seen her.
Oh gods, help me…
And his gorgeous, stormy eyes. Leiya wanted to see that storm turned to her but have it rage for her pleasure. She couldn’t even imagine what Faren might look like in passion, but she wanted to know that more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
She rubbed her legs together, past the point of caring whether Faren knew what she was doing or not. The friction on her clit was so torturously good that she nearly cried out. All the stories she’d been sent were like bullets in her brain, destroying her resolve one after another. She couldn’t deny that with an imagination as good as hers, she’d imagined what the people in the stories might have looked like. Only now, in her mind’s eye, they were replaced. Now it was her and Faren, writhing together the first time as a fated couple.
It was destined to happen anyway, wasn’t it? So why not now, why couldn’t she just turn around, and reach out, and run her hand across his broad, ripped back? Feel the way his body would shiver under her touch?
She’d been curious as to whether sex could really be as good as all those stories said, but now it was a hunger. A hunger to feel how good it would be if the general thrust himself in to the hilt, stretching her wide – his thick, hard cock rubbing against the walls of her pussy. Leiya bit deeper into the pillow remembering how some claimed to have shivered merely from the touch of a tongue against their breasts.