Ballerina Felicie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She pushed back, meeting me, our bodies slick and frantic. Hours blurred—positions changed, toys employed. The vibrator against her clit while I fucked her mouth. The riding crop tracing lines of fire across her thighs. Anal beads, slow insertion and removal, building her to the edge again and again. Finally, as dawn crept in, I untied her, pulling her into my arms. "Fuck, I can't wait for you to be completely mine." She stood up then, tears glistening in her eyes beneath the mask. "I'm not Elena. My name is Felicia."

Third POV Lucia looked straight ahead with her eyes looking very sharp and also flat there. Lucia didn't care how long she had been giving that same facial expression since Felicity decided to actually follow the advice she had given her earlier now. And yes, there, right in the center of the club room, Felicity was dancing very vivaciously with the strange men and women around her. Felicity laughed widely, raised her arms up, danced even more vigorously, and seemed to be enjoying everything she was doing right now.

But just as she turned away, her eyes caught something familiar half-buried under some old rags. Her heart skipped. She gasped and rushed forward, dropping to her knees again. With trembling hands, she pulled out the small wooden box. It was dirty and scratched, but it was hers. She opened it carefully, her breath catching in her throat. Inside was the old bow. A simple wooden bow with a faded ribbon tied around it. It was made for her on her tenth birthday by her only friend, Felicia. Felicia was the daughter of one of the maids. She never judged Selene. She never looked at her dark skin like it was a curse. They played together secretly, laughed together, and shared secrets. Even when Feli

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

Though she never complained, I could see her face pinching with pain. My men were all there when we arrived at the hut. Clayton was leaning against a corner, scowling. Brollen sat on a pile of rubble from the old chimney, and Lucas sat smirking in my chair. But they all stood up when Felicia entered the room. “Gentlemen,” I greeted them, “I would like you to meet Felicia, the rightful heir of the Empire.” “You can’t be sure of that.” Clayton stepped forward, his eyes holding a fair amount of fear.

My parents all gave me hugs. “The same night Elentari was born, we gave birth to another. We were told he was stillborn, but have come to find out he was not. Today we are proud to introduce you to Aranelda Tirisil, Prince of Faerl.” Alaric announced Aran. I clapped and smiled for him as he walked forward and gave a small wave.