spreading from the point of contact all the way to my toes. He held me tighter and opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. His tongue plunged inside my mouth and the instant I touched the cube the room started to spin.
Wind rushed over me, whipping Liam’s hair across my face. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the gentle press of his lips and the feel of his skin beneath the robe. The world fell away and when Liam pulled back from me, we were at his place.
We were standing beside his fireplace. It was a massive collection of stones, most larger than my head. The hearth had a rounded half-moon shape and stuck out into the room, allowing more space for the big logs burning there.
I turned to scan the rest of the room and was greeted by the earthy smell of incense and fresh flowers. The wooden floors were highly polished and had a reddish tint.
White paper lanterns were strung across the ceiling in rows like you might see at an outdoor café. This soft light added warmth to the loft-style apartment.
Plants were placed at seemingly random locations. A vine of lavender morning glories grew on a shelf, hanging down over one window like it was part of the curtain.
“Wow.”
“Glad you like it.”
Liam’s robe trailed the floor behind him as he moved farther into the apartment.
When he neared a dungeon-style door at the back of the room I asked, “Where are you going?”
He glanced back at me and smiled. “To the bedroom. That’s where I left the potion.” He turned back, took two steps and paused again. This time he turned completely around and his robe fell open once more, giving me a much-appreciated view of his muscular thighs and his nice big cock.
“Do you have a particular aversion to following me into my bedroom?” he teased.
“Well, I didn’t until I saw that door.”
He laughed. “It adds a certain something to the room, don’t you think?”
“Where did you find it, Dungeons ‘R’ Us?”
“I wish there was such a thing,” he said, moving back toward the door. “This beauty here came with the place. It’s made of iron and plated with silver. Keeps out other fairies and werewolves.”
I assumed he left out vampires because some of them could resist the effects of silver or so I had heard.
36
Constant Cravings
“What about vampires?”
“I grow garlic in my bathroom.”
I burst out laughing and he said, “I’m only kidding. A wizard lived here before me, because I’m sure you were wondering who would have a door like this installed.”
“Actually, I was just about to ask. What about you? I read that iron hurts fairies.
How do you open it without feeling pain?”
He shrugged. “It’s a side effect of my humanity. I’m completely immune to the effects of iron. Plus, silver is good at holding in magical energy. That makes my bedroom the perfect place to work spells.”
As he opened the door I moved closer behind him. “Is it true that a fairy can only be killed with an iron weapon?”
“In most cases, yes.”
I wanted to ask more. I wanted to know if the man I found myself so drawn to was immortal like his legendary ancestors. But just then he finished opening the door and I was distracted by the sight of his bedroom.
The bed was enormous and sat in the far left corner of the room. A canopy of sheer curtains hung to the floor, covering the bed except for the side facing us where they were parted. The color of the curtains was difficult to describe. It wasn’t exactly black, but more like the darkest plum I’d ever seen. A lush comforter was pulled back enough to show sheets of the same shade, covered with a pattern of silver moons and stars. I’d never seen anything more decadent and inviting. Instead of lanterns, there was a string of lights in the shape of dragonflies across the top of the dresser.
There was another fireplace against the right wall. In front of this was a velvet sofa that matched the bed. Along the back wall was a large bookshelf stuffed to overflowing
Wind rushed over me, whipping Liam’s hair across my face. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the gentle press of his lips and the feel of his skin beneath the robe. The world fell away and when Liam pulled back from me, we were at his place.
We were standing beside his fireplace. It was a massive collection of stones, most larger than my head. The hearth had a rounded half-moon shape and stuck out into the room, allowing more space for the big logs burning there.
I turned to scan the rest of the room and was greeted by the earthy smell of incense and fresh flowers. The wooden floors were highly polished and had a reddish tint.
White paper lanterns were strung across the ceiling in rows like you might see at an outdoor café. This soft light added warmth to the loft-style apartment.
Plants were placed at seemingly random locations. A vine of lavender morning glories grew on a shelf, hanging down over one window like it was part of the curtain.
“Wow.”
“Glad you like it.”
Liam’s robe trailed the floor behind him as he moved farther into the apartment.
When he neared a dungeon-style door at the back of the room I asked, “Where are you going?”
He glanced back at me and smiled. “To the bedroom. That’s where I left the potion.” He turned back, took two steps and paused again. This time he turned completely around and his robe fell open once more, giving me a much-appreciated view of his muscular thighs and his nice big cock.
“Do you have a particular aversion to following me into my bedroom?” he teased.
“Well, I didn’t until I saw that door.”
He laughed. “It adds a certain something to the room, don’t you think?”
“Where did you find it, Dungeons ‘R’ Us?”
“I wish there was such a thing,” he said, moving back toward the door. “This beauty here came with the place. It’s made of iron and plated with silver. Keeps out other fairies and werewolves.”
I assumed he left out vampires because some of them could resist the effects of silver or so I had heard.
36
Constant Cravings
“What about vampires?”
“I grow garlic in my bathroom.”
I burst out laughing and he said, “I’m only kidding. A wizard lived here before me, because I’m sure you were wondering who would have a door like this installed.”
“Actually, I was just about to ask. What about you? I read that iron hurts fairies.
How do you open it without feeling pain?”
He shrugged. “It’s a side effect of my humanity. I’m completely immune to the effects of iron. Plus, silver is good at holding in magical energy. That makes my bedroom the perfect place to work spells.”
As he opened the door I moved closer behind him. “Is it true that a fairy can only be killed with an iron weapon?”
“In most cases, yes.”
I wanted to ask more. I wanted to know if the man I found myself so drawn to was immortal like his legendary ancestors. But just then he finished opening the door and I was distracted by the sight of his bedroom.
The bed was enormous and sat in the far left corner of the room. A canopy of sheer curtains hung to the floor, covering the bed except for the side facing us where they were parted. The color of the curtains was difficult to describe. It wasn’t exactly black, but more like the darkest plum I’d ever seen. A lush comforter was pulled back enough to show sheets of the same shade, covered with a pattern of silver moons and stars. I’d never seen anything more decadent and inviting. Instead of lanterns, there was a string of lights in the shape of dragonflies across the top of the dresser.
There was another fireplace against the right wall. In front of this was a velvet sofa that matched the bed. Along the back wall was a large bookshelf stuffed to overflowing
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