with a jerk.
"I am not."
"You are. You're lying. That can't be true. Those gifts come from sin, they can't come from
anything else, they c an't."
He said nothing, his silence as much of an argument as words would have been. They were done, she and he, they'd not see each other again, why would he bother lying?
She crossed her arms across herself, tight, like a barrier, hating how slight her muscles felt, how her fingers closed on little more than skin and bone. I shouldn't even trouble to talk to him. I shouldn't want to understand. I shouldn't care at all.
"How, then?" she said. "How did it happen?"
An angry fairy queen trapped his body. A woman's love could imprison his heart.
Awaken © 2010 Anya Richards
An E nchanted S tory
Prince Ryllio once lived so charmed a life, even he began to believe nothing bad could touch him. Then a moment's indiscretion brought Queen Mab's wrath raining down, encasing him in stone.
Hundreds of years later, he is losing hope that anyone will find him, much less counter the spell. Until a beautiful young woman wanders into his hidden glade to privately discover the pleasures of her own body. Her sensual innocence reignites his acute longing for freedom.
Lured into the old forest by an irresistible impulse, Myrina finds intimate communion with Ryllio's imprisoned spirit. His whispered guidance weaves an erotic spell, rousing her to undreamed heights of ecstasy.
The intertwining of their minds comes at a devastating price. As each encounter intensifies, Myrina falls in love with a man she can never touch. And Ryllio realizes he must give up the last vestiges of his humanity—or condemn her to life devoid of a flesh-and-blood lover…
Warning: Bawdy faeries cause mayhem and wicked self-love abounds, as a voyeuristic prince and a shy but willing commoner both get a fine erotic comeuppance (put the emphasis in 'comeuppance' where you will)
Enjoy the following excerpt for Awa ken:
"I can't help thinking your friend was only partly right."
"In what way?" Myrina asked in surprise.
"There are some things you can learn on your own, but others only a lover can teach."
"What kinds of things?"
Ryllio's voice grew low, caressing. "T he touch of your own hands is unlike the touch of another. What you do to yourself cannot feel the same or give the same sensations as when a lover gives you pleasure."
Myrina shivered, her skin prickling to life, body growing warm and liquid inside. Words failed her, for she remembered the imagined ecstasy of his mouth on her quim, wondered if it could have been even better in reality.
"And," he continued in the same low, seductive tone, "each lover is different, is inspired to do different things, or the same loving actions in different ways. It is only in the moment you can know whether these new sensations are pleasurable or not. But Elawen also was right. There can be no harm in learning your body's desires for yourself."
Flushed with arousal, yet also embarrassed, Myrina thought it best to leave, but could not bring herself to go. It was not just the desire holding her in place, but a bone-deep reluctance to abandon Ryllio now that she knew of his lonely existence. There could be no harm in staying for a while, in being with him during this moonlit night, in asking him some of the questions burning in her mind.
It took some courage, however, to finally reply, and her voice faltered from her throat. "Are lovers so different, one from the other, then?"
"Yes, and you will be different with each one too. What one man will do to you without hesitation, another would never consider doing. And what you enjoy with one man, you will find repulsive if another tried."
Considering his words, Myrina realised he must have had many lovers before his punishment began, and
"I am not."
"You are. You're lying. That can't be true. Those gifts come from sin, they can't come from
anything else, they c an't."
He said nothing, his silence as much of an argument as words would have been. They were done, she and he, they'd not see each other again, why would he bother lying?
She crossed her arms across herself, tight, like a barrier, hating how slight her muscles felt, how her fingers closed on little more than skin and bone. I shouldn't even trouble to talk to him. I shouldn't want to understand. I shouldn't care at all.
"How, then?" she said. "How did it happen?"
An angry fairy queen trapped his body. A woman's love could imprison his heart.
Awaken © 2010 Anya Richards
An E nchanted S tory
Prince Ryllio once lived so charmed a life, even he began to believe nothing bad could touch him. Then a moment's indiscretion brought Queen Mab's wrath raining down, encasing him in stone.
Hundreds of years later, he is losing hope that anyone will find him, much less counter the spell. Until a beautiful young woman wanders into his hidden glade to privately discover the pleasures of her own body. Her sensual innocence reignites his acute longing for freedom.
Lured into the old forest by an irresistible impulse, Myrina finds intimate communion with Ryllio's imprisoned spirit. His whispered guidance weaves an erotic spell, rousing her to undreamed heights of ecstasy.
The intertwining of their minds comes at a devastating price. As each encounter intensifies, Myrina falls in love with a man she can never touch. And Ryllio realizes he must give up the last vestiges of his humanity—or condemn her to life devoid of a flesh-and-blood lover…
Warning: Bawdy faeries cause mayhem and wicked self-love abounds, as a voyeuristic prince and a shy but willing commoner both get a fine erotic comeuppance (put the emphasis in 'comeuppance' where you will)
Enjoy the following excerpt for Awa ken:
"I can't help thinking your friend was only partly right."
"In what way?" Myrina asked in surprise.
"There are some things you can learn on your own, but others only a lover can teach."
"What kinds of things?"
Ryllio's voice grew low, caressing. "T he touch of your own hands is unlike the touch of another. What you do to yourself cannot feel the same or give the same sensations as when a lover gives you pleasure."
Myrina shivered, her skin prickling to life, body growing warm and liquid inside. Words failed her, for she remembered the imagined ecstasy of his mouth on her quim, wondered if it could have been even better in reality.
"And," he continued in the same low, seductive tone, "each lover is different, is inspired to do different things, or the same loving actions in different ways. It is only in the moment you can know whether these new sensations are pleasurable or not. But Elawen also was right. There can be no harm in learning your body's desires for yourself."
Flushed with arousal, yet also embarrassed, Myrina thought it best to leave, but could not bring herself to go. It was not just the desire holding her in place, but a bone-deep reluctance to abandon Ryllio now that she knew of his lonely existence. There could be no harm in staying for a while, in being with him during this moonlit night, in asking him some of the questions burning in her mind.
It took some courage, however, to finally reply, and her voice faltered from her throat. "Are lovers so different, one from the other, then?"
"Yes, and you will be different with each one too. What one man will do to you without hesitation, another would never consider doing. And what you enjoy with one man, you will find repulsive if another tried."
Considering his words, Myrina realised he must have had many lovers before his punishment began, and
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