Drider Boyfriend: Raoul (special preview)

“You’re so beautiful, it makes me want to forget.” I look up at him. “I am usually the charming one, but you have knocked the wind from my sails.”

Lulëzim chuckles. “Forgive me. I would hate to take that from you.”

I place my hand on his wrist. “It’s alright. I don’t mind it.”

The rain continues, but luckily, the storms start to subside. I enjoy my time with Lulëzim, each day, we get a little closer physically as well. I enjoy his company and his wit just as much as I adore his beauty.

Apparently, the Butterfly fae are a little more lax with things than what I am used to with the Driders. While Driders are all about clothing, fashion, and presentation of the self, the Butterfly fae are more into comfort of the self. This includes a sort of casualness and their modesty is a bit different. Considering the lack of clothes Lulëzim has with him, it hasn’t bothered him. In fact, he much prefers to remain nude or in a comfortable robe than in clothes. Apparently, nudity is encouraged with the Butterfly.

I allow him to be comfortable around me, insisting on at least the robe, but outside his room, he had to wear his clothes, if only for Fei and Meihui. I’ll admit, I have stolen many a glances at him. I have let my eyes linger on his body to the point he must know I am staring. I think he enjoys it though.

One evening, I saw the time and realized I needed to get to bed. It was far later than I expected. You could also say it was far too early. As I was excusing myself and cleaning up the dishes from our snacks and drinks, Lulëzim grabbed my hand.

“Don’t go,” he whispers in an inviting voice.

I swallow and let him hold me. “I need to get some sleep. I have some important papers I need to look over tomorrow.”

Lulëzim slips his hand on my cheek. “Don’t go,” he whispers as he pulls me into a kiss. His tongue is surprisingly long and he tastes so sweet. I moan against him, sucking his tongue as he pulls me down closer to him.

“Wait,” I moan as saliva trails from my lips to his mouth. “Lulëzim, please, wait,” my voice cracks.

His smile is smug and lascivious. “I have been waiting.” He whispers. He places his hands around my waist. “Why must I wait more?”

My head is spinning and I can barely breathe. “I have been staring at you all night,” I moan. “If you kiss me like that, I’ll pop.”

Lulëzim licks his lips. “Maybe I want you to pop.” He unbuttons my shirt slowly. “I like when you look at me.”

“Please, I-” my legs all tremble, all eight of them.